My dick stiffens as soon as my gaze is back on her lips. She has her plump bottom lip captured between her teeth, her brows furled in concentration. Willa is the best student I have in any of my classes. Not because I crave her mouth like my next breath. It’s because she’s quiet, studious, and always outperforms everyone else.

It’s not her performance that has me so captivated, though.

There’s just something about her that taunts me. It provokes carnal desires inside me that have no business being poked at. Her innocence is like blood dragging its way through dark ocean waters. I’m the shark desperate for a taste—the predator who will tear through her sweetness and devour her whole.

Fuck.

My dark gray slacks tighten around my cock, the material unable to keep the hard flesh from straining for freedom. Beneath my desk, I push against it with the heel of my palm, needing relief but unable to find it.

I’m going insane.

All semester, this girl has lured me closer and closer. She doesn’t mean to do it. She can’t help it. She doesn’t know I’m a monster with an unquenchable thirst for her. Her only fault is being present, day after day, and chewing on her supple lip that distracts me beyond reason.

Levi coughs and I’m forced to look at him. He’s smirking at one of his friends in class. He’s seventeen and on his way to prison. At least, that’s my deduction. I’m not usually wrong. I have the foresight of knowing where kids like him will land well before they do. A teacher’s sixth sense.

“If you’d rather take your test to the office, I’m sure Mr. Erickson would love the company,” I grind out, my patience withering like a flower without sun. “That’s two, Mr. Paulson.”

His nostrils flare, but he gives me a clipped nod. I’m still glaring at him when warmth washes over me. I cut my eyes over to Willa just in time to see her wide dark green eyes fixated on me.

She immediately glances down at her paper and her skin colors to a soft pink. My unruly dick twitches. Is she embarrassed? Was she checking me out?

I try to ignore that line of thinking, but it won’t go away. A million thoughts tangle together in my mind.

How old is she?

Does she find me attractive?

Was she thinking about me inside her?

I’m out of control. A selfish fuckwit like my dad. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was supposed to be everything he’s not. The exact opposite. Yet, here I am lusting over a girl half my age and who’s still in high school.

There’s a special place in hell for men like us.

My phone buzzes, vibrating my desk.