I knew the rules. Knew he was off-limits.
Trent Carter wasn't just any man—he was my teacher. Sharp jaw, inked forearms, and a presence that made it impossible to breathe when he was near. He was controlled, disciplined, always keeping his distance. Until I pushed too far.
One kiss by the bonfire was all it took to set us on a dangerous path. Now, every glance is laced with tension, every touch burns, and every moment alone feels like an invitation to cross the line we both know we shouldn't.
He tells me this has to stop. That it can't happen again.
But we both know it will.
Some lines are meant to be crossed. And once we do, there's no turning back.
*Harsh spanking
*first time
*hot teacher
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