Later that same day, Lainey sees CB again in teacher's lounge.
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Lainey finds herself racing down the hall to the teacher's lounge at lunch, her heels making a distinct clicking sound on the linoleum tile. She's eager to see him again. She hasn't been able to take her mind off the kiss all morning.
She comes to a halt right before entering the door, steeling herself, and steps inside. He's there, standing with his back to her, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Her mouth suddenly runs dry as her eyes trail down his backside to his bottom. Her mind marvels as to how perfectly his jeans mold to it. Why hasn't she ever noticed it before?
She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, marching into the room. She notices several other teachers, including Wilma and Rick, are already seated at the tables. She walks up to the counter and selects a mug from a hook on the wall.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Brown," she greets CB, her heart pounding in her chest. "Lovely day we're having, isn't it?"
She hopes he doesn't regret what happened between them earlier because she sure as hell doesn't.
"Ah, it sure is, Miss Lewis," he replies, spooning sugar into his steaming coffee. "Quite possibly the best day of my life."
Her heart thrills at his words. She feels the same way.
His lips morph into a smirk, and she smiles, giving him side-eye. He reaches over and grabs the coffee pot.
"Care for some coffee, Miss Lewis?"
He looks at her then, his eyes smoldering with desire, and she almost forgets to breathe.
"Uh, uh… why yes," she stammers out, blinking. "Thank you, Mr… Brown."
She holds out her mug to him, and he fills the cup to the brim, never taking his eyes off her.
Chills run up and down her spine, her mind drifting to the way he worshipped her lips with his only a few hours earlier. Her mouth falls open, beginning to salivate with every passing second. But it's not for coffee or for lunch; she's craving something quite different at the moment.
"What the hell's going on with you two?" Wilma chimes in as she watches their exchange.
"Oh, nothing," CB says without removing his eyes from Lainey. He sets the coffee pot back on the warmer. "Just two friends catching up. That's all."
"Mm-hmm." Wilma snickers and forks another bite of her salad into her mouth.
"Seriously, Wilma, everything's fine… great actually." Lainey takes a seat across from Wilma and CB joins her, sitting down beside her.
"Never been better," he adds.
They share a fleeting glance, and Lainey feels her cheeks flush with heat.
"Mm-hmm," Wilma echoes her former observation.
"What?" Lainey takes a sip of her coffee, attempting to fight the tell-tale smile from crossing her lips.
Wilma quickly swallows her food, opening her mouth to speak, but is soon interrupted.
"Attention, everyone!" John Glascott barrels into the room, startling Lainey and basically everyone else in the room for that matter. "I just got word that Johnny Atkins has gone home sick and we'll have to make do without a janitor for the rest of the afternoon, so please clean up after yourselves and encourage the students to do the same… you filthy animals." He says the last words in an exaggerated accent, laughing at his little impression.
"Ha ha! Nice one, John!" CB busts out beside her. "From the Home Alone movies. Classic!"
"Not now," Lainey whispers through gritted teeth at him.
"Then… when?" His eyes rake her up and down, his tongue jutting out his mouth slightly.
She becomes dizzy just from the way he's looking at her. It's almost as if he wants her for lunch instead. She loudly clears her throat and turns her attention back to John, who's apparently already left the room.
She then feels a hand slink over hers in her lap, long fingers brushing across her knuckles. Her breath quickens, and her eyelashes flutter. She wonders what those fingers would feel like on her…
She abruptly swats his hand away, sitting up straight up in her chair.
"You know what? Speaking of cleaning up, I need something from the janitor's closet before next period." She gives CB a knowing look and stands up.
She picks up her mug and dumps it in the sink, and how she makes it from the counter to the door in her current turned-on state is nothing short of a miracle. Her legs feel like jello.
"Well, I have papers to grade," she hears CB declare seconds later, and she senses his presence right behind her in the hall as she heads toward the janitor's closet.
Her body is teeming with excitement when she reaches the door. To her ultimate delight, she finds it unlocked and opens it at once. He's right there, grasping the door and holding it for her.
Once inside, she walks toward the back of the tiny room. She bites her lip anxiously, staring at the bottles of disinfectant on the shelf in front of her. She hears the lock click into place behind her.
A strong hand clutches her shoulder, and she spins around, only to be swept into his arms, his lips finding hers in mere seconds.
"Mmm," she moans loudly into his mouth.
He plasters her against the shelf, pinning her as his lips blaze a path down her neck and onto the exposed skin of her chest. Some of the items on the shelf rattle and plunge to the floor.
"I thought you were over me," she says breathlessly.
He stops for a brief moment, his lips hovering just above her skin. She feels the ghost of a smile against her flesh.
"I thought so too… that was until you kissed me."
"Oh, I kissed you?" She tilts his chin up to look him in the eyes. She crooks an eyebrow. "If I remember correctly, you kissed me…"
"Is that right?"
He leans his head forward and kisses her so deeply. She almost swoons. No one has ever kissed her like that before. Not even Barry. Not even close.
He lets go of her lips, gazing longingly into her eyes.
"And I thought you wanted to stay friends," he says.
She doesn't answer him. Instead, she bends down and runs her lips along the pulse point of his neck. He sucks in a sharp breath, gripping the shelf behind them to steady himself.
"I thought you didn't want to ruin our friendship," she counters.
He returns the favor, ravaging her neck with his lips and smoothing his right hand over her breast on top of her blazer. Her whole body turns to gooseflesh when his hand brushes over her nipple.
"Because I'm such a fucking idiot," he accentuates each syllable as his hand travels down her torso.
"You totally are… my fucking idiot." She wants him to touch her like that again and again and again. "Oh, my God, CB, you feel so good."
"Lainey, you have no idea how good you feel…" he breathes, her hands running down the curves of his chest now.
"Have you told Paloma yet?" She loosens the knot of his tie, beginning to unbutton his oxford shirt.
"It's only been a few hours, Lainey," he scolds her, his eyes snapping closed when she begins trailing kisses down his chest. Long, open-mouthed kisses that leave him gasping for air. "How 'bout… um, Barry?"
"Not yet."
"We should stop then." His hands quickly unfasten her blazer until it slides down her shoulders onto the floor. "Oh, damn… we should… uh, definitely stop."
"We totally should." She reaches down and brings one of his palms to her breast.
"Why aren't you stopping?"
His hand begins to caress her through the lacy fabric of her bra.
"I'll stop when you stop." Her words come out in moans.
"Okay… stopping now."
He leans down and devours the swell of her left breast with his mouth, grazing her nipple with his teeth. She throws her head back.
Fuck.
She's almost at her breaking point. Her center hungrily burns for him… and only him.
"CB?"
"Hmm?" He hums against her breast.
"You're… not… stopping."
His mouth feels so damn good; she can hardly believe she's telling him to stop, but if he keeps going, she may not be able to control herself.
"Right. Yes."
He hurriedly pushes away from her, stumbling into the shelf behind him.
"CB, look out!" She calls to him, placing a hand over her mouth, but it's too late.
A bag of vomit sawdust teeters just above his head before it falls over, showering the aromatic grains all over his head and torso.
"Oh, crap," he says, blowing dust out his mouth.
It doesn't take long for them to both burst out laughing.
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Whew! The tension and then the closet... where could it possibly go from here, right? LOL We'll see. Thank you for checking out this fic and like I said, I'll keep adding when inspiration strikes! ~ Dazzy xxoo