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Someone to Love(64)

By:Addison Moore


A familiar dark-haired beauty walks through the door and I breathe a sigh of relief. She offers a shy smile as she takes a seat up front.

“Almost forgot.” I snatch the stack of papers off my desk. “Revised syllabus.” I slip the special one I made for Kenny under the pile until I make my way over to her. Our fingers touch and an electrical charge moves from her to me.

Kenny has trimmed the days in silver—the nights in gold. This is too rich, too sweet—far too wonderful to fully comprehend.

I give a little wink as I move down the row.

The only thing I managed to revise on the actual syllabus was switching the dates on the first two essays. Not that I’ll ding anyone if they get confused.

I sit back on the lip of my desk and watch as Kenny’s mouth falls open from the laundry list of sexual geography I’ve mapped out for the two us—the most ambitious project being the tower. Not that it hasn’t been done before, but without Kenny and me, it has yet to be done right.

She runs her tongue over the curve of her lip and tilts her head into me.

“Erotic love,” I say it out loud, never taking my eyes off Kenny. I could care less if the entire student body becomes aware of the special brand of affection I’m unleashing on her. Kenny is quickly becoming my star pupil in and out of the classroom. Something is galvanizing. Something strong is boiling between the two of us, and the whole world should bear witness to the spectacular event. She’s hypnotized me, and now I’m drunk off the wine of her love. “Any thoughts?” I open the concept up to the entire class, but it’s Kenny’s musings I’m most interested in.

“Eros,” Kenny rasps it out like an erotic whisper, and half the guys in class fix themselves on her person. I’m pretty damn sure she just gave every male in a ten seat radius a boner.

“Eros,” I repeat. “The Greek God of erotic love. It’s also the term used to describe the impulses of man to satisfy basic, intrinsic needs that propagate the survival of the species.”

“Or just plain sexual yearning.” She says it slow with a slight drawl that captivates me—makes me want to give her the entire Bible to read while I lay at her feet listening to her speak this way.

Cheryl raises her annoying little hand.

“Yes?” I take my gaze from Kenny, slow, like pulling lead weights.

“Conceptually, it can also be classified as a basic source of energy. A passion, a juice—a hunger for living.” She smirks, satisfied by her textbook analogy.

“Juice and hunger.” I drip the words from my mouth. That pretty damn well describes what I’m feeling for Kenny right about now. My boxers shift at the sight of her, and I’m quick to walk around the desk to take a seat.

“Today’s journal topic is Eros love, thanks to Ms. Jordan.” I glance up at the room as they get busy with the assignment. I’m pretty sure the entire class will be in response to Ms. Jordan in one way or another.





The students drain from class as if there were free beer available in the hall, but not Kenny. She walks up with smooth, easy strides. She cups her hand boldly over my crotch and melts a kiss over my lips, heated like a tropical sunset.

“You don’t know the war you’re starting,” I murmur.

“War? Is that what that little sheet of paper you dropped on my desk was about? A strategy guide?”

“Did you like it?” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in so tight our hips are immovable.

“I don’t know what to think. Let’s see…” She rolls her head back, and I run a line of fire up her neck with my tongue. “Candles and a bath, that was a great one.” She says it low, and my body responds to hers. “That may require months of practice before we get it right.”

“Months.” I confirm, dusting her lips with mine.

“Role playing—police and thief?” She tilts her head to the side. “Let me guess, you’d like me to arrest you?”

“No.” I shake my head as a wicked grin twitches to life. “You’re the thief. I’m the cop.” I bite down gently over her lip. “A very bad, corrupt, tainted—unethical officer of the law.”

“Why am I the thief?” Her eyes sparkle when she says it like maybe she knows.

“Because you stole something from me.” I run my hands up the back of her sweater and she groans.

“And that would be?”

“You stole my heart, Kenny.”

“Cruise…” She says it sweetly as her skin flushes with color. “You just melted me.” She reaches down and unbuttons my jeans. “I’m going to have to reward you.”