Natalie Brooks was 42, thick in all the right places, divorced, and living a quiet life in the suburbs. She taught English in college and had a reputation for being proper—but beneath the pencil skirts and button-up blouses, she was all curves and craving.
She hadn't been touched right in years.
Then came Tyrell—19, tall, dark-skinned, ripped from football practice, and struggling in class. He was polite, respectful… but his eyes said it all.
He didn't just want help with literature.
He wanted to wreck the woman grading his essays.
Tyrell started staying after school for tutoring. Natalie told herself it was innocent. But she noticed how he stared. How he licked his lips. How the front of his pants swelled when she leaned over his shoulder.
She should've stopped it.
But instead, she started wearing tighter skirts. Lower tops. No bra.
She gave him extra time…
And he was ready to give her extra inches.
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