Sorry guys RL has been kicking my arse again.
Thanks to my beta Penny , love ya.
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EPOV

I had sent a message via Emmett. I needed him in my kitchen now!

I paced my kitchen and tried to focus on my self control that I knew was close to slipping; he was a student. Yes, okay, he was eighteen...wasn't he?

I slammed my fists down on my desk. What would it be like to take him over my desk, or for him to take me over my desk?

"Fuck."

Was he even gay? Or, was he simply playing me? Had he heard about my history, why I had disappeared from England and had become a teacher here?

I should have paid more attention, but his delicacies he had put before me had clouded my mind.

His eyes, his chocolate and cherry cupcake, his tongue as he peeped out of those lush lips, the softness of the icing and the delectable sponge, his mouth opening as he watched me place the cake in mine.

Fuck, I'm hard again.

I was brought back to the room as the door slammed against the wall. I slipped into my chair quickly. No one needed to see what was straining so hard in my trousers.

"You're late," I snapped, not lifting my eyes from my notes. I knew as soon as my eyes met his, my resolve would shatter.

"Chef Masen?"

"Hale."

"Jazz," he begged in a low voice.

I took a cleansing breath, stood, and lifted my eyes to his. "Fuck, you're beautiful," I whispered to myself, not meaning him to hear me.

With three long strides, he was infront of my desk. I watched his hand caress the surface of my desk as he rounded it to stand right in front of me.

His eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes and back again. I was drowning with no hope of coming up for air.

Slowly, he licked his bottom lip and placed his hand on my hip.