Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..29..

"Mm, baby." Michael sighs as we pull back from our kiss. "We've gotta stop."

"What are you doing?" I breathe before pulling him into another kiss. "No, we don't."

Michael moans, flexing his fingers around my ribs, as I deepen our passion-filled, tongue-laced, hot kiss.

Every second of this just makes me want him more.

Brad who?

"Mmm." I moan into his mouth as I place my hands on his collar. "I want you so bad, Michael. I need you naked and inside me."

I reach to tug his tie loose, but he grabs my hands.

"What are you doing?" I frown.

"Baby, Lord knows I would love to bury myself deep inside of you," He smiles before kissing the tip of my nose. "but I just can't."

"Yes, you can." I breathe into his neck before kissing it. "You can do whatever you'd like to me, Michael. I'm yours."

Michael stares at me and I know he's taking in my words.

"No, Jenna, I've gotta--" He kisses me then sighs heavily. "I've gotta go cook for us. You're hungry and I'm hungry too."

"I'll be your meal!" I squeak, pulling him back to me. "We can't eat actual food later."

Michael chuckles, kissing me, then sighs as he pulls away.

"Oh, and how I would love to devour it all, Miss Toussaint." He smiles, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. "But I have to feed you... real food."

"Give me nine inches of dick, Michael, and I'll be well fed." I blurt, reaching for his belt.

Michael laughs as he pulls his tux jacket on and steps away from my reach. "The offer is very tempting, Jenna, but we're not having sex."

"Why not?" I pout as he walks away from me. "My apology deserves this."

"No, it doesn't, Jenna. This isn't tit-for-tat."

"I didn't say it was. I'm just saying apologize..." I pause to catch his eyes before rubbing my breasts. "to my body."

Michael stares at me for a second then shakes his head. "I want to apologize, Jenna--"

"Good." I smile but he goes on.

"To your mind, Jenna." He says, softly, as he walks back over to me. "I want to apologize to your mind, sweetheart." I sit quietly as he grabs my hand and stares into my eyes. "I care for you, Jenna. I want you to see that it's not just about sex with you. It's about--it's about everything with you. Let me prove that, please."

"So what does this mean?" I ask as he helps off the crate.

"We're not fixing this with sex." He smiles, tipping my nose. "Let me make love to your mind, Jenna," He chuckles when my stomach growls audibly. "and your stomach."

"Wow." I chuckle a little as I stare at him in amazement.

He got the memo.

He heard what I said that day in his office.

Now I see... he really does care for me.

"Come on." Michael smiles, grabbing my hand. "Come watch me work. It's time for you to see that your man can do more than just cook in the bedroom, baby."

"My man?" I scoff as he leads me from the room.

"Oh, yes, Miss Toussaint," He nods as we walk into the hallway. "because that's what I'm going to be by the end of this night."

I smile as Michael dips me into a tender kiss.