Falling into the chair outside the studio she was in, Phillip hoped by the end of the week that she would let him watch her dance. Leaning his head against the wall, he tried to watch her through the window and mirror in the studio, but he only caught little pieces of her. However, he saw a whole lot of Ms. Reese Allen. His groin tightened at the sight of her, but now that he could just stare at her, he was completely stiff. Standing in a black sports bra and matching tight shorts, her body sang to his. Her thighs were thick, her ass juicy, and her stomach was tone. She had beautiful shiny brown hair that went to her waist; her face round, with pouty lips and a sweet, button nose. Her light brown eyes shined, and he wanted nothing more than to get lost in them after getting her naked.
It was wrong of him to think naughty thoughts of his niece’s dance teacher, but it was hard not to when she was that gorgeous. He had always thought that she was edible, but she never gave him the time of day. She always walked and talked like no one was good enough for her. Complete ballbuster. Figuring that he’d never get in with her, he usually stayed clear. Seeing her in basically her underwear was going to give him a great visual later that night when he was in the shower, his cock in his hand. Fuck, he ached to release right then. It would be better to come in her, but he would imagine it later.
Closing his eyes to help him think of something else, he let out a long breath. His body was sore, his shoulder aching from taking a hard hit into the boards after playing the Ducks. The Assassins had won, but he would be feeling the aches and pain from that game for weeks to come. The only good thing was that he had a sweet, game-winning goal. When that happened, aches and pains were worth it. Opening his eyes, he got an eyeful of Reese with her leg stretched up by her head, holding her ankle with both hands. He blinked as his breath caught. He couldn’t believe the urge to run in there and pin her against the wall, leg still in the air. His hands shook but he gripped the seat, keeping himself in the chair.
Phillip knew the need he was feeling was from lack of sex. He was aching with want for the naughty dance teacher, but he needed to quit because Reese was off limits. There were so many reasons why sleeping with her was such a bad idea that he had no right to even think of sliding his fingers into those naughty shorts, while kissing her earnestly. She would probably push him away, calling him every name in the book, before slapping him hard across the face. Since he wasn’t one to fail at things, he’d ignore his need. He had to, or he would go crazy with lust.
When the door opened, he let out the breath he was holding as Claire walked out, fully clothed, with her bag on her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” he asked, with a smile on his face.
She nodded and started for the door as Reese looked up at him.
“She’s doing great,” she said, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them up for him to get a good look. He tried so hard not to look, but it was useless. He loved tits.
“Great,” he muttered, before running his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Phillip, let’s go,” Claire called from the door. He looked over at her before looking back at Reese. She had a little grin on her face, her eyes darker than normal as she held his gaze.
“See ya,” she said softly.
Like before, he was stiff as a board, his hands shaking at his sides, wanting to reach out and pull her against him. Her body was begging his. She might not even have known it was happening, but he felt it. He wanted to tangle his hands in her hair and kiss that pouty mouth, before promptly fucking her for hours. When she brought her lip in between her teeth, he had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape. It took everything he had to get him to put one foot in front of the other, but he managed. Turning, he said, “Later.”
When he reached the door, he held it open for Claire before glancing back at Reese. She was watching him, a smile playing on her face. Her eyes were dark, lust swirling in them. He knew she wanted him, had to, her eyes were begging him to not go, but surely he was wrong. She never even gave him a second glance before. Shaking his head, he went out the door and started towards the car with Claire.
“Stop trying to have sex with my dance teacher,” she said as she opened her door.
Phillip laughed as he opened his door and got in, looking over at her as he said, “I wasn’t.”
“Whatever, you two were basically eye fucking.”
“Claire,” he groaned. “Watch your mouth.”
“Whatever,” she muttered again. “Just stop.”