Liam sat on the edge of the couch, the cold glass of apple juice forgotten. The air in the room was thick, charged with the kind of static that makes the hair on your arms stand up.
"Lesson's finished... but you're not done yet. Time to earn some extra credit," Miss Kelly whispered. Her voice had lost that sharp, academic edge. Now, it was a low, hungry rasp that made Liam's stomach flip.
He didn't answer.
He couldn't. His eyes were locked onto the huge lemons hanging right in front of his face.
They were massive, pale, heavy mounds of flesh that seemed to defy the silk of her robe.
He could see the faint blue veins beneath her skin, branching out toward the wide, deep-pink nipples.
"Okay, ma'am," Liam teased, pitching his voice to mimic the respectful tone he used in the lecture hall.
He didn't wait for a response.
He leaned forward and buried his face in that deep valley of cleavage.
