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Title: Passing Grade
Author: R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Passing Grade:
I’ve always been a good girl.
Sure, I speed, I drank before I was 21, I’ve played hooky, and there was the one time I skipped class in high school.
But I’ve never gotten detention, been pulled over, fired, or arrested.
I’m a good girl.
Until I wasn’t.
I’m a bad, bad girl.
I’ve wanted to be a teacher as long as I can remember, and I would never do anything to give that up.
Until I meet Mace Wagner.
The first time I saw him, I thought he was the assistant football coach. He was tall, broad shouldered, and the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
I didn’t know he was my student.
I didn’t know he would screw my brains out.
I didn’t know I would fall in love with him.
I didn’t know I would risk everything to be with him.
Passing Grade deals with a student/teacher relationship. All individuals are over eighteen and consenting adults.
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My phone vibrated in my pocket.
It vibrated again.
“I’d like to go around the room and have you introduce yourself to me and the class and then tell us what you did over your winter break.”
I pointed to a student in the front corner to start and went to sit down at my desk. Discreetly, I pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at who had messaged me.
It was from Mace.
I hadn’t even known his name was in my phone. And I had no idea how he’d gotten my number.
Mace: I can think of a much better word that starts with F than your last name.
Mace: Please do not say “mouthful” while I’m sitting in the back of your class. Now, I’m hard, and there’s nothing I— or you—can do about it.
I quickly minimized my messages, turned off the phone screen, and put it facedown on my desk.
I took a deep breath and looked up at my class. I immediately made myself look at the student talking and forced myself to pay attention. But my eyes drifted to Mace, who smirked when my eyes landed on him.
He looked down at his lap, and my phone buzzed again. This time, it caught the front row’s attention as it rattled against my desk.
I swiped my phone off my desk and clutched it in my hand.
I refused to look at it.
“I’m Mace Wagner.”
My head whipped up at his voice.
“If you don’t know me, I’m a senior and a football player. Over winter break, I stayed around here. Went to my mom’s for Christmas and spent New Year’s with my dad’s family before going out with friends.”
“Yawn,” another student next to him said jokingly. “Boring.” His name was Everett, and he was another football player.
Mace tilted his head back, relaxed and unfazed. “Well,” he said to his friend, “I did have the best fucking sex. That exciting enough for you?”
Everett hooted, and the rest of the class laughed as Mace slowly looked toward me. He raised his eyebrow as he waited to see what I would do.
I stood up, letting go of my phone, and clapped my hands. “Class, class, please quiet.” I narrowed my eyes at Mace. “Please refrain from talking about … your special activities.” I looked at his friend. “Everett, it’s your turn.”
Everett smirked at Mace. “I didn’t have as good of a time as Mace, but I did get to go to Aspen with my family and go skiing. Oh, and I’m Everett, by the way. I play football with Mace.”
When the student in front of Everett began talking, I sat back down, relieved that there were no more sex comments.
My phone buzzed again.
Mace: Don’t look so embarrassed. No one knows I’m messaging you.
That text was before he’d said his introduction to the class. The next one was new.
Mace: If you stop ignoring me, I’ll stop reminding you of what happened between the two of us out loud in class.
Me: I’m not ignoring you.
Mace: Sure seems like it to me.
Me: I’m not. I’m trying to teach my class.
It was one of those half-truths, half-lie statements.
Mace: I’ll let it go for now, but we’re talking about this after class.
I put my phone on silent and set it down again.
I felt bad, but I barely heard anything the rest of the class had to say as they introduced themselves, and I had been so shocked to see Mace that I hadn’t even done roll call.
On autopilot, I passed out the papers I had printed in the office and explained what was coming up for the semester.
To say I was relieved when the bell rang would be an understatement. I put on a happy face and told everyone to have a nice night as they left.
I wasn’t surprised when Mace stayed behind.
I didn’t want to face him like this, but I had to let him know that I was in charge. I walked toward him, but he met me halfway. It took all my strength to ignore his piercing blue eyes, tight black T-shirt, and fitted jeans. He was a walking sex symbol.
“Listen, Mace, you can’t just—”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
For a moment, all I thought about was how good he tasted and how good he felt against me and how good he’d feel inside me if I let it continue.
Someone shouted in the hall, and I pushed him away.
My heart was racing. Both from our kiss and from the realization that we could have easily been caught.
I grabbed on to the counter behind me, grateful that the only way someone would have been able to see us was if they’d walked through the door.
“Mace, you can’t—”
He stepped in front of me, pinning me in. “Can’t do what, Eden? Text you? Kiss you?” He slid his hand up through my hair. “Fuck you?”
I shook my head.
He chuckled and kissed my neck, sucking on my sensitive skin. He brushed his lips up until they were by my ear. “Let me fill you in on a little something. You’re mine. You’re mine to text. You’re mine to kiss.” His kissed my earlobe. “And you’re mine to fuck.”
He slid a hand between my legs and rubbed his fingers over my clit.
“I will do with you as I please.”
I grabbed on to his shirt and shook my head. “No, we can’t. What if we get caught?” I tried to sound serious, but my voice came out breathless. I didn’t sound very convincing.
“Shh, I won’t let that happen. Because, if we get caught, I can’t fuck you anymore. And I won’t do that to you or me.”
I put my head on his chest as I began to rotate my hips.
But Mace let go of me and took a step back. “I have to get to practice.”
“I thought football season was over.”
“It is. I have baseball practice.”
Of course he was in more than one sport. He was too much of an athlete.
He looked up at the clock. “I’ll meet you at your car in two hours.”
I should tell him no. I should tell him he was crazy. Instead, I opened my stupid mouth and said, “You’re really going to leave me like this?”
I watched as he adjusted his very noticeable erection.
“Baby, I’ve had blue balls since you left. You can suffer for two hours.”
About R.L. Kenderson:
R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.
Renae has always loved reading, and in third grade, she wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then, she knew she wanted to write her own.
When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.
One lives in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area and the other in the Kansas City area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day, and together they’re a sexy author by night. They communicate through phone, email, and whole lot of messaging.
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