White Wife Craves Black Man...and his cock. (1)

Hallie hadn’t planned on inviting David over, but the way he looked at her all day made her skin burn under her blouse.

He wasn’t the teenage boy she once taught. No, now he was a man of twenty-five with broad shoulders, confident eyes, and a mouth that made her imagine the kind of things she hadn’t dared think about in years.

Every glance from him felt like a slow drag of fingers down her spine. By the time the final bell rang, she was already wet, and not because of the heat outside.

They’d gone over some of his notes in the staff room, knees brushing under the small table, their conversation filled with subtle looks and lingering pauses. She pretended to be focused, but her body was already betraying her.

“You’ve got a good eye for detail,” she told him, setting down the paper he’d handed her.

David smiled, leaning back just enough to let his thigh press harder into hers. “That’s because I had a good teacher.”

There was a challenge in his voice, a low hum of flirtation. Hallie didn