“How? I just saw you a week ago and there was barely a pouch. Now I can actually see a pretty damn pronounced bump.” He grips my waist and shifts me so he can get a side view. “Seriously, Luce, that’s amazing.”

Shrugging, I give him a sheepish smile. “I don’t know. I think he just kind of snuck up on me, and then all of a sudden, bam! He was ready to make an appearance. I’ve learned this one has a thing for timing. Plus, I may have had way too much home cooking when I was home. Mom said I needed fattening up. Now I don’t know about all that, but it looks like she did a damn good job,” I tell him, echoing the excuse I gave to Charlie.

“I’ll have to send her a thank-you card. You look amazing, baby.” His eyes travel up my naked torso and they stop on my breasts as he inhales sharply. He rises back to his feet, standing directly in front of me, his hand resting on my belly. “I love the way your body’s changing.”

Scooting to the edge of the table, I wrap my legs around him and groan when the thin material between my legs presses up against his groin. I grin at him wickedly. “It seems like he does, too. That or he just missed me a lot.”

A lone finger begins to trail from my belly down to the waistband of my stretchy yoga pants, and I’m glad I decided to dress down, especially since it means he’ll have easy access. As he slides his hand beneath the hemline, I shiver in anticipation of his touch. I’m not disappointed as his finger descends on my clit, where he presses down gently. His mouth crashes against mine and his tongue invades my mouth, moving it in slow, methodical circles that match the rhythm of his thumb. A heightened wave of pleasure grows between my legs, and I almost forget where I am in the midst of it all.

Somewhere along the corridor, a door slams, and I jump, pulling back.

Breathing heavily, I glance up at his hooded eyes. “Kale, we have to stop,” I protest. It sounds lame even to my own ears. “Let’s go home where I can ride you six ways from Sunday. And then once more for added measure.”

“Come on, baby. You know I’ve always fantasized about a classroom quickie. And since I knew I wouldn’t be able to get my hands off you until I was buried deep inside you, I already locked your door.” He gives me a devilish smile, and I realize that this is what he intended all along. The thought of doing this here feels taboo, and strangely, it’s such a turn-on that my protest is long forgotten.

In a frenzied move, I bring my hands to his waist and fumble with the button, greedy with need, not wanting to wait for him to be inside me any longer. After I slide his jeans and boxers down just enough, my hand finds his cock as it springs free. It's warm, hard, and more than ready for me. Wrapping my fingers around it, I love the feel of him, and I love even more that I affect him this way.

I tug on the end of his shirt, and he quickly slips it over his head and tosses it aside. Kale's hands find their way to my ass. I gently lift up so he can slide my pants off, and I squeal when I feel the cold metal table beneath me.

"I can't believe we're doing this here," I whisper as Kale pulls me to the edge of the table, aligning himself at my already dripping-wet entrance.

“Another fantasy to check off the list, Ms. Dawson,” he growls as he cuffs my ankles and brings them up so they’re resting on his shoulders, forcing me to lie down. He runs his length up and down my slit, coating himself with the effects of my anticipated pleasure, and I find myself lifting my hips, ready to have him inside me. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

Without hesitation, he slams into me, causing me to cry out. He leans forward, a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Quiet, baby, or else I’ll have to gag you.”

The idea is both frightening and thrilling, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning as he continues to pump in and out of me with forceful thrusts. One hand slides down my leg and rests between my thighs, where his finger circles my clit, bringing me to the brink. Just as I’m about to give in to the pleasure, he removes his hand, slows his thrust to a painstakingly unhurried pace.

“I know I said a quickie, but you feel too damn good for this to be over already.”

As my impending orgasm starts to retreat, I decide to take control, in a hurry to finish this so we can get home and start all over again. Bringing my legs down from his shoulders, I pull him closer by wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper. He leans over the table and braces himself on either side of me, and I grab ahold of his dog tags to bring him down to me, giving him a searing kiss. His eyes are watching me as I pull away.

“We have plenty of time to savor this when we get home. Fuck me, Kale. Fast and hard.” My eyes gleam at him and my teasing tone returns. “You got your wish. You’re fucking the teacher in the supply closet. Time for the ultimate test. Under pressure, can you fill every single bubble again, Montgomery?”

His eyes fill with a mischievous look of pure lust, and I know he’s accepted the challenge. He brings a hand to my nipple, where he twists and tugs as he starts moving in and out of me. I close my eyes as he continues to work my breasts over, and I shudder as electric currents flow through me with every single touch when he replaces his hand with his mouth. With each plunge, his pace increases until he’s moving with reckless abandon. He releases my breast and moves up to cover my mouth, his tongue darting back and forth until he pulls away and burrows his face in the crook of my neck. I bring my hand up to the top of his head, running my fingers through his hair, gripping slightly.

“Harder, Kale. I’m so close. Please, fuck me hard,” I whisper encouragingly, and he doesn’t hesitate to give in to my request. His hips move expertly in a quick rhythm, so forceful that the table slams against the wall with every single thrust, but we’re too lost in our lustful haze to care.

As he brings me closer to the edge, the fire between my legs begins to intensify, and I close my eyes, ready for the ultimate pleasure to wash over me. I can feel him pull away from my neck, his lips hovering just over my ear.

"Open them, Lucy," he growls. "I want to see you when you come."

I comply, and my eyes meet his in a hooded, lust-filled fashion. He begins to speed up, plunging in and out rapidly and vigorously, his eyes on me the entire time. My hands grip the edge of the table as I can feel my imminent release building. Inhaling sharply, I can't stifle the moan that crosses my lips, and it only serves to speed Kale's movements up as he drives into me, wild and frenzied. I’m done for as the crest of my orgasm sends pulsating sensations throughout my body in a toe-curling climax that has every nerve ending tingling with sweet satisfaction. I can feel my walls contract around him, and with two more quick thrusts, he erupts, and I milk out every single drop as he falls down on my chest, panting heavily as he presses quick kisses all over my skin.

As we both try to catch our breaths, I start to come back to reality, and I’m suddenly aware of my surroundings. I’m in a blissful haze, and I know I could lie here for hours cuddled up with our chests pressed together. Fortunately, some sort of rationale seeps into my brain and I know I need to get him home or else we’re going to end up naked on the floor of the closet.

Tapping his shoulder, I get his attention. He pulls himself off me, eyes widening when he looks down at my naked skin, unable to take his eyes off my bump.

“Oh God, baby. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I can feel my eyebrows wrinkle until I understand what he means. “No, Kale, you didn’t hurt me. Not in the slightest.”

Relief floods his face, and my heart swells with love for this man. He leans down and places a quick kiss on my lips. “Good. So, Ms. Dawson, did I pass the test?”

Toying with his dangling dog tags, I give him a sly smile. “Oh yeah, Montgomery. You passed with flying colors. In fact, I’m half tempted to let you take me home to earn some extra credit.”

His cock jerks inside me, and he gives me an unabashed smile. “I could definitely go for some extra credit,” he says as he presses a quick kiss against my lips. I think he’s about to pull away from me, but instead, he hovers over me, his eyes meeting mine. “But first things first. It’s about time I give you a pop quiz of my own.”

Cocking an eyebrow, I tilt my head inquisitively. “Ah, schooling the teacher? This should be interesting. Go ahead, Montgomery. I’m game. Give it your best shot.”

“I’m pretty sure I just did that,” he winks at me shamelessly, and I playfully slap his shoulder and encourage him to continue with his sudden pop quiz. “You said you wanted to go home and fuck my brains out, right?”

“I’m not sure I put it quite that way, but that was about the gist. I was thinking more of sweet, slow lovemaking where you’d worship every inch of my body, but I suppose fucking your brains out could be arranged. So yes, Kale, take me home and let me have my way with you.”

“Jesus Christ, pregnancy’s made you insatiable. You haven’t even flinched once even though you’ve said some variation of fuck at least six times in the last ten minutes. Poor, poor Sprout. His momma’s got a dirty mouth. A very hot, extremely wicked, dirty mouth.”

Wincing, I bring my hand between us and rub my belly. “It happened in the heat of the moment. I have a feeling he’s used to that. Sorry, buddy. I’ll try not to let it happen again,” I whisper to my stomach, causing Kale to chuckle. “Anyways, the pop quiz? Now that I’m coming down from my Kale high, I’m starting to get paranoid that someone’s going to walk in. I feel like I’m sixteen years old and I’m being felt up by my boyfriend while my mom’s right outside.”