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He’d had lovers before, between, and after his ill-fated marriages. But with her words, every sexual thing he’d ever done seemed vanilla in comparison, damn near missionary. Or maybe it was just her. As if she’d somehow tapped into something he’d never known was buried deep inside him.
    Now all he wanted was her delectable derriere beneath his hand.
    Lance backed up three steps and turned. At the door, he punched the lock. Then he looked at her.
    “So what have you done, Miss Moore, that’s really, really bad?”
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    HEAT FLASHED ACROSS CHARLOTTE’S SKIN. SHE COULDN’T BELIEVE what she’d said. She should have been talking to him about Melody. She should have given him the signed detention slips. She certainly shouldn’t have goaded him into locking the portable’s door.
    Actually, she couldn’t believe that had worked. Principal Hutton’s reputation was sterling. There’d never been even a hint of a salacious rumor. But when his gaze had dipped to her chest, she couldn’t help herself. And now she was very glad for the fact that the portable classroom had no windows.
    Charlotte rose, strolled down the row of desks to the front of the class, her hips swaying seductively. Then she turned, propped herself against the teacher’s desk. And put a finger to her lips.
    She could feel his eyes as if he was actually touching her.
    “Fuck,” she said softly.
    “Fuck?” he questioned with equal softness.
    “Inappropriate language in the classroom.”
    Something started to blaze in the depths of his brown eyes. They almost glowed. She wanted his hands on her. She was wet and ready for it.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered in the quiet room, the only other sounds being the tattoo of rain on the roof and the harshness of his breathing.
    “That is very, very bad, Miss Moore.” There was a new huskiness in his voice. “This goes far beyond after-school detention.” He was at the desk in three strides, towering over her, his height making her knees buckle. “This calls for drastic measures.”
    “I’m so sorry,” she said softly, pleading. “I didn’t mean it, Principal Hutton.”
    He shook his finger at her. “Too late for apologies, Miss Moore. I’ll have to spank you. It’s the only way for you to learn your lesson.”
    Yes, yes, yes. It was exactly what she wanted. “But I’ve never done anything to earn a spanking before.”
    “You certainly deserve it now. Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the desk.”
    She did as he instructed, her skin tingling, heart racing, legs weak with desire. Going down onto her elbows, she fully exposed her bottom to him. If she was naked, he would surely have seen the dewdrops of arousal on her. Lola was so right; the whole experience was overwhelmingly erotic. She watched him over her shoulder as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, slowly removed it, and threw it across the desktop of the first seat in the row.
    Charlotte’s gaze dropped to his waist. Lord. The evidence of his desire was outlined against his slacks. He wanted to spank her as much as she wanted it.
    “This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, Miss Moore.” He rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, revealing corded muscles and a light dusting of dark hair on his forearms.
    “I doubt that, Principal Hutton.”
    He circled her, coming up on her left. Bending down to her ear, his body heating her to her core, he whispered, “You’re right. I’m going to enjoy it.”
    She scented him like a bitch in heat, the purely male perfume, thick and salty. Her mouth watered for a taste of him. “Oh, Principal Hutton, please—”
    He cut her off with a delicious swat right on the juncture of her thighs. Sensation flashed through her, from the site of his touch straight up to her throat and every organ in between. All she could think was that Lola hadn’t exaggerated: There was nothing quite like a spanking. Especially when it was Principal Hutton. Maybe because it was