Earn Your Extra Credit (Steamy Teacher Romances #2)

by Meghan Quinn

“Fireball is a devious bastard. Grabs your attention, makes you feel all warm inside, and then BAM!” I smack the table. “Trouble. That’s what it is . . . just trouble.” “Fireball is like the bad boy you should stay away from.” I nod. “If Fireball had a mode of transportation, it would be a motorcycle, and you know Fireball wouldn’t wear a helmet.” “Or a condom,” Cora adds. “Fireball is too good for a condom. For any protection.” “Fireball says FUCK condoms and then shoots its load on your back.” I gesture with my hand. “And it’s a cinnamony load.”

“That’s why Fireball is the bad boy of liquor. It doesn’t care about your feelings; it just keeps you coming back for more.”

“These pancakes are making my nipples hard.” Jesus Christ. Don’t look. Don’t even think about fucking looking. They’re probably not hard anyway. She’s saying that metaphorically. I slightly turn my head—because my head is uncomfortable, nothing more—and out of the corner of my eye, I spot a hard nipple. Motherfucker. Pancakes made her nipples hard. What else makes her nipples hard? Donuts?

“That was obvious from the way you suckled on your beer and ignored me.” “I don’t suckle.” “Oh . . . you suckle.” Stella folds her arms. “I do not fucking suckle.” “If anyone has ever suckled, it’s you.” “I wouldn’t even know how to suckle if I wanted to.”

“You want me to take my shirt off? Isn’t that weird?” “No, have fun,” Dad says while taking off his tank top, and I honestly can’t fathom what the hell has gotten into him. No . . . have fun? *Strips* What? Like . . . what?

“I don’t believe you, Stella,” Ashley calls out. “I’ve never even seen you two kiss.” “Ashley,” Dad says, pulling her too. “Oh, we’re getting married,” I shout back. “We’re getting married so hard.”

“Yes. It’s frustrating watching you fixate on the wrong thing, when you could be concentrating on the right thing.