See Me After Class (Steamy Teacher Romances #1)

by Meghan Quinn

Keiko “Keeks” Seymour—resident AP chemistry teacher at Forest Heights High School. Her social etiquette is lacking, her intelligence is off the charts, and she’d rather play with beakers than penises.

Stella Garcia—Spanish teacher at Forest Heights and my co-coach. Currently single, makes the best tamales I’ve ever had, and is one stamp away from getting a free donut at Frankie Donuts.

Coraline “Cora” Turner—recent divorcée and living with her brother, Arlo. Jobless at the moment and couldn’t care less about it since both she and Arlo have enough inheritance to last them a lifetime.

Greer Gibson—twenty-four-year-old fresh to the teaching scene as Forest Heights’s new English teacher and women’s volleyball coach. I love running, have a penchant for a man in a cardigan, and can get a little noisy in the classroom while teaching. I currently share a classroom wall with Arlo Turner, Forest Heights most prestigious English teacher, and might have lost my underwear—

It doesn’t matter the genre, what matters is the escape. The appreciation for getting lost in words.”

“Keeks was positively horrified when she saw my bare ass. You short-circuited her.”

“Yeah, sure. Bet you don’t know how to play pool,” she says, egging me on. “Told you that wasn’t going to work.” “Yeah, you don’t know how to play. Instead of using the pool cue, you like to stick it up your ass to make sure you stay uptight at all times.”

“What kind of man . . . ohhhh.” Romeo walks up to Gunner and knocks him in the chest with his finger. “Can’t get it up.”

“I thought maybe that’s what it was, but there weren’t any and the pee coming out of my dick was actually blue.” “Huh.” Gunner looks to Romeo, Romeo to Gunner, and then they both turn toward me. “When was the last time you had sex? Maybe it’s the blue balls leaking out.”

One minute I had Romeo’s nipple pinched between my fingers, and then, the next thing I knew, I was inches from Greer, about to lay her across her classroom desk and pull her nipple between my teeth.

“Of course I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since your interview. Your beauty has no bounds, Greer.”

“When was the last time a man fucked you?” “I don’t know—” “Never is the correct answer, Miss Gibson. Because you’ve never been fucked by me.” You never will be, and my cock will hate me for that.

“Move again and I’m done. I’m in control. Not you. Got it?” “Y-yes,” she groans. “Sorry . . . Mr. Turner.”

“I’m not denying myself,” he says, reaching down and pulling my hand away. A wave of embarrassment washes over me, but it doesn’t stay for long, because he unzips his jeans and presses my hand against his length, the only barrier being his black boxer briefs. “I’m prolonging the inevitable.”

“I’m serious, Arlo. Don’t you have a salad to eat?” His eyes practically turn black when he says, “I’d rather eat you.”

“I’d like something intimate. A relationship where I not only feel special, but where I make someone feel wanted, needed, cared for. I want to be able to go on dates, hold hands, take long walks at night under the stars. I want passion and spontaneity, but I also want reassurance that there will always be comfort and routine within a relationship. I want something sweet. Something naughty. Something that rocks my world and changes the colors around me. I want . . . love.”

I never gave myself the opportunity to strip her bare, hover over her, and then plunge myself so far deep inside of her, she’d be imprinted for life. That’s ridiculous talk, Turner. Imprint. I’m not a fucking werewolf.

Are they going out on another date? Did he kiss her goodnight? Fuck . . . If he kissed her, I’m going to fucking lose my goddamn mind. I haven’t even tasted those lips. But that’s entirely on me.

Anyone can make me come, Arlo, but it’s the one who makes me feel special that I miss.”

“No, when I’m reading, I just like to get lost in the pages. Get lost in the world. If I took notes, that would take me out of the story.”

“Do you understand? Don’t ever apologize for how much you want me. But let’s try to take this slow, to give it a chance.”

“And I might need help, because I’m not good at this shit. But I want to try. Shit, I’m desperate to try, because I can’t stop thinking about you, Greer. And I want to get to know more of you.” He smooths his thumb over my temple. “I want to know more about what’s up here.”

Arlo: Are you seeing Walker still? Greer: Are you asking to be exclusive? Arlo: Are you saying you don’t want to be? Greer: You tell me what you want. Arlo: You. Only you. I want no one else to have you.

There are people on this earth who don’t need the touch of another human to be happy. They’re pleased with minimal contact and living their own life. And then there are people who need that extra touch. Who crave it. Who—as the therapist says—love love. And if we find ourselves matching up with that person, we need to put in a valiant effort to meet their needs.

I caress her face right before I lower my mouth to hers, where I taste the cherry of her ChapStick.

“Anything you want,” I say, desperation to be closer to this woman consuming me. “Anything you goddamn want, Greer.”

“I want to be a part of girl talk,” Romeo complains. “Well, then grow a vagina,” Stella snaps back and then turns to us with a smile. “You were saying?” “Uh . . . is everything okay between the two of you?” “Fine. He’s just being a nuisance, and I don’t have time for that.” She looks over her shoulder and shoos Romeo away. “Go on, go over there. That’s right, keep moving along. Good boy.” “Do I get a treat for listening?” he calls out.

“God, look at me, advancing a relationship. Looks like you owe me another sparkling item. And if Greer plays her cards right, she might be getting a sparkling item in the near future.” Yup. She very well might . . .

Growth is key to happiness. Growth might hurt at first, but the anguish is worth it in the end.”

“I have to go, but think about it, okay? This isn’t over.” “Then why does it feel like it is?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to go Mr. Darcy on her . . . and I need your help.”