Angela left the campus parking lot, her lips still burning from Hunter's harsh kiss.
If he'd pushed it, if he'd gone that little bit further—-
Hunter reached behind him and swept the papers off his desk with a jerk of his hand.
Angela whimpered as he put his hands on her waist and lifted her to sit on the desk.
"Shush." He tapped her lips with his index finger. "We're in school, remember? Don't want to let the teacher know we're hiding here in the back room." Hunter kissed her again. "Be as quiet as you can—otherwise we'll be in detention and I won't get to do this until we're allowed to go home."
His hands made fast work of her blouse, undoing the buttons with a swiftness she'd forgotten.
Hunter yanked it behind her back, effectively trapping her hands. She slid her knuckles against
