Advanced Seduction (Straight, Romance) Read Free Page A

“you definitely aren’t starving.”
    Christina almost moaned at the look he gave her. She pressed her hands against her thighs, shivering at the rasp of her jeans against her sensitive pussy and the heat of her pussy. Gulping, she stared down at the table.
    “Ah, the beers.”
    She watched as the waitress delivered the beers, then dragged the nearest bottle to her. Peeking over the rim, she watched as Dave took a sip from his glass.
    He made a face. “Not the greatest, but good enough for here.”
    “You’re fond of beers?”
    A nod. “You could say that. I brew my own in the basement.”
    “Really? I never knew that.”
    “Well,” Dave said with a grin and a wave of his hand, “most parents don’t want to know their teacher likes to make beer. They probably think I’m going to bring a keg into class.”
    “And get everyone plastered?”
    “Yeah,” he said with a chuckle.
    She giggled. Inwardly, she tried to build up courage to ask to try out his beers, just an excuse to stay near him. But, the words wouldn’t rise in her through. She felt trapped and helplessly, caught between the heated itch between her legs and a fear of rejection. He used to be her teacher and she wanted something inappropriate for that.
    Dave set down his glass.
    Taking a deep breath, she said, “Um…,” but then the words failed her again. Looking up, she felt pinned by his intense blue eyes. She could almost imagine him undressing her with them, she wanted him to undress her, but she didn’t dare ask.
    Christina sighed and tried again. “I… could…” She let out a frustrated sigh. “Sorry.”
    He watched her for a long moment.
    Embarrassed, she grabbed her beer and drained it. It wasn’t as if she could just go out and say it.
    “You know the problem with being a teacher?”
    She looked up sharply at his flippant tone. “What?”
    “Hormones.”
    “Hormones?”
    “Yeah, hormones. When you were in my class, I was what… ten years older than you?”
    “Eight.”
    “Eight,” he said with a smile, “which made it very hard to actually concentrate during class.”
    Hope blossomed inside her, both in her heart and between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, shivering at the heat gathering against her fingertips.
    He raised an eyebrow, as if encouraging her to ask.
    She did. “Why?”
    “Pretty girls. Actually, very sexy teenage girls sitting in the front row.”
    She couldn’t breathe. Her throat swelled up as she stared at him, her eyes wide and her thighs grinding together. “I-I always sat in the front.”
    He looked at her and smiled.
    Squirming, she pried her legs apart to free her hands. She sniffed and caught a whiff of her own excitement. The moisture of her excitement clung to her things and closed her legs before he could smell her.
    As the waitress passed, he held up his glass.
    Christina nodded at the silent question and added her own glass to the tray.
    In the silence, she wrung her hands together. Gulping, she risked speaking. “Did you like looking at me?”
    “In the front row?”
    She nodded, feeling more humiliated and excited than she ever thought possible.
    “Every single day. More than once when you wore that plaid skirt.”
    Panting, she peered up at him. “I still have that skirt.”
    “I can’t tell you how much I wanted to hear that.”
    She inhaled, her breasts rising as she arched her back. “I… it’s still in my room at my parent’s place. On the other side of town….”
    Dave started to lean forward, but then the waitress brought back the beers. He took it and pushed it aside. A heartbeat later, he leaned on the table and peered at her. “Is that an offer?”
    A whine escape her throat.
    “Because, if I’m going to be honest, I’ve been thinking about that skirt of yours for a lot of years.” He sipped at his beer. “And even more thoughts the young woman wearing them.”
    “Have you really been thinking about me?” She squirmed in her seat.
    “Every time I