Mr. TWELVE Stories

- Push 3 -

I found my self fervently whispering a silent prayer to heavens, praying that for once I wouldn't do something to complete screw whatever this was up.

'Please...pleasepleasepleaes pleaaaaasse!'

"Please what?" his sultry tenor voice cut through my thoughts.

Oh God, I did not say that out loud!

"Please...what?" he asked again, his eyes lighting up mischievously as a smirk spread across his lips.

Wait...hold up...!

He thought this was funny?

Oh no... that man has another think coming!

With a smirk of my own, I spoke without thinking:

"Please...punish me."

A couple seconds later, I realized the stupidity of my actions.

Who the hell goes and says things like that?!

I probably just completely ruined whatever "mood" we had going just moments earlier.

God, a lightning bolt would be pretty neat right about now...

However, to my surprise he didn't laugh or shrink away like I had anticipated he would. Instead his eyes darkened considerably as he sexily tucked the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Com'ere gurl." he commanded, and I felt my insides turn to mush.

Boy ain't gotta tell me twice!

His large hands suddenly found their way onto my hips, before he tugged me into his warm body.

Oh sweet Jesus...I can't believe this is actually happening!

But, like clockwork, an annoying thing called a conscience decided at the moment to chime in.

I opened my mouth to make room for the stupidity that was invariably going to flow out.

"W-wait...!" I whimpered as I felt his lips ghost the shell of my ear. "T-the secretaries. They're right outside and..."

He chuckled, his chest rumbling slightly.

"Mmm, that's what locks are for darlin'" he breathed as his hands slowly caressed the small of my back, completely distracting me.

"Don't worry," he leaned in to whisper conspringly into my ear, a wicked smirk set firmly into place. "I'll try not to make you scream...too loud."

I swear at moment, my eyes literally popped out of my head. I was so not prepared for Mr. Jackson sexing me with his words.

However, I had no time to ponder this development, 'cause next thing I knew he had me up against the nearest wall, so rough in his movements that we accidentally knocked his bulletin board right off of its hook in the wall. Papers went flying everywhere.

I could now feel nearly every inch of him pressed up against me, and could feel myself growing faint.

However, the sound of the bulletin board falling to the ground seemed to have snapped Mr. Jackson out of his trance, and without warning he leaped away from me, his eyes wide with trepidation.

'No wait...! Come back!' I inwardly screamed as my hands instinctively reached and latched onto his shirt.

"Oh my God...I'm-I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me..." he stuttered as he placed a disbelieving palm to his forehead.

What?!

Oh my God Mr. Jackson...don't you grow a conscience now...of all times!

"What am I doing...what are we doing? This is wrong..."