Mrs. Claire watched me for a moment longer, as if trying to read the real reason behind my sudden change of attitude. I kept my expression mostly neutral, but the smile stayed on my lips. The rain continued to hit the windows behind her as the decision settled in my mind.
Failing the year was no longer a concern. I was going to that island, and I was going to make sure every lonely, unsatisfied woman there remembered exactly who came to help.
Now the tension was gone. I could see the picture clearly in front of my eyes. Mrs. Claire's curves practically screamed lust, and the way she sat across from me made it impossible not to notice how attractive she was.
The way her shirt hugged her boobs… fuck, how was she not pregnant yet? I came so much in her the other day. She should have been pregnant with my child by now. The memory of filling her right here in this office made my cock throb harder against my pants.
