Hey guys, isn't Michael the best charmer? He sure is to me. Hope you enjoy this book more, vote and comment please!
Amy xx

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Jessica's POV:
"Was it good, blueberry?" He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing the tip. I feel my cheeks blush at the new nickname he gave me. I was sure to wear my blueberry shower gel everyday after that.

I take opportunity to lean forward and nuzzle my face in his hair, to see what scent it is. Watermelon, mmm...

"It was- great, watermelon." I smile, returning the nickname.

"Watermelon?" He chuckles at the name I gave him.

"You smell like watermelon, I like watermelon," I say shyly, but it's the honest truth. It's my favourite fruit, especially the juicy ones.

"Not as much as I like your watermelons," He smirks, chuckling at his funny remark.

"Michael!" I giggle slapping his arm.
My expression suddenly fades when the thought of this seriously wrong event plays in my mind yet again. He's my teacher. I quickly get off him and stand up.

Suddenly I feel my knees go weak and wobble instantly, almost making me fall to my knees.

"Take it easy, Miss Dalton! I told you it could hurt, I mean mines quite above the average package you would usually find."

"Modest, much," I comment, searching for my clothes.

"Why are you in such a hurry, I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" He worries.

"Uhm-no, I-I just-" I say faffing about, sliding into my knickers, ignoring the question.

"You just what?" He says, finally sitting up at the edge of the desk, curious about my odd behaviour.

"I think I've outstayed my visit, I need to get home."

"Ok, ok, just hang on a sec, will you?"

He says, casually walking naked with his member hanging out, towards the chair I left my belongings on. He's just so carefree about himself.

As I slip on my shirt, I look at him confused.

He starts going through my purse.

"Hey!" I snap, that's my personal stuff. He has no right to invade my privacy like that.

He takes out my phone.

"Not my phone!" I whine, running to him, to snatch it out his hand.

"Ah-bup-bup-bup-bup!" He raises his voice, whilst raising his arm with my phone up in the air. This man is seriously aggravating me.

If he doesn't hand it over in the next two minutes, so god help me, I will not hesitate to rip his luscious hair out.

I try and jump to reach it.

"Give me my phone back! What are you doing!" I yell, failing to reach it.

"Calm yourself, woman! I'm just gonna add my contact," He says frowning whilst smiling.

"And what makes you think I'll be needing that?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"You never know, it'd be nice, ever want this to happen again, just text or call, wouldn't do any harm, would it?" He says smirking.

Folding my arms, I raised my brow, "fine," I finally gave in.

I watch him add his contact to my phone list, whilst he grins to himself.

"I don't know why your smiling, now hand it over," I say rolling my eyes, only to have him raise his arm back in the air again with my phone.

What now!

"Haha, you're so cute when you're mad," He chuckles to himself, thinking I didn't hear it.

My heart flutters for a moment, but I ignore his comment and remain angry, failing to reach my phone, I mean- he's really tall compared to my tiny frame.

"Grab me, just hold it, and I'll give it," He smirks.

Thinking outside the box, I grab his arm.

"Not that, you know what I mean..." He smirks yet again. I would do anything to wipe that smirk off his face.
I show no signs of doing anything, I simply stand there silently. I refuse to!

He uses is other hand to grab mine, guiding it to his large, hanging, mesmerising manhood. I feel my lips part with a sudden and quiet gasp, at his unexpected and sexual gesture.

My skin upon his shaft sends shivers through my arm. His eyes are glued to my hand. I watch my thumb brush the hardness, guiding the tips of my fingers along the veins imprinted on it. Having never seen one in real life, I take the opportunity to study how it looks, and how it feels. I break the gaze and look up to see a grin plastered across his face, he was watching my every move.

Finally snatching my hand away through embarrassment, I retort, "Happy now?"

"Mmhm!" He admits, finally handing back my phone.

I walk over to grab my coat and neaten my hair to get ready to leave, until I get disrupted by the vibration of my phone in my pocket.

I roll my eyes having to take it out again, only to widen them by the picture of Michaels erect cock on my screen! By shock of this message, I instantly drop my phone.

I turn around and see Michael pulling up his jeans, holding his stomach, chuckling.

"That's not funny! You can't be sending me these!" I stamp my foot, feeling agitated.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" He chuckles.

"Goodbye, Michael." I say sarcastically, giving him a blatantly fake smile.

His facial expression softens whilst slowly walking up to me, "Goodbye blueberry," He says kissing my ear, sweet and softly.

"Try not to miss me," He whispers oh so seductively, before releasing himself from me.

"Don't worry, I won't," I respond playfully- boy that was a lie.

I let my hair fall over my face to hide my obvious blush, and hurry out the door. Leaning against the other side, I let out a long breath.

I'm absolutely speechless. I wonder what school is going to be like tomorrow, after today.

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