Resolution

The door clicked shut behind them—too softly, as if afraid to disturb the charged silence—and John collapsed into his chair with a groan that echoed through the empty office. His fingers trembled against the desk's edge, still tacky with Lauren's arousal. *Christ.* He'd actually fucked Melissa on his desk. During detention. With Lauren watching.

John scrubbed a hand down his face, inhaling sharply through his nose. The scent of sex clung stubbornly to the air—musky and thick, underscored by the faint tang of Melissa's perfume and Lauren's choked whimpers still ringing in his ears. His office chair creaked as he leaned back, his slacks uncomfortably damp where his spent cock pressed against the fabric. This couldn't keep happening. He was the principal, for God's sake.

Across the room, the clock's minute hand jerked forward with an audible tick. John stared at it, unseeing, until the numbers blurred. This was the fourth student he’d crossed lines with. Fourth. First Emily in library, fhen Emily and Victoria in the photo booth, now Melissa and Lauren—no, *just* Melissa, but Lauren had been *right there*, touching herself while he—

John exhaled through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening around the armrests until the leather protested. Enough. No more students. No more student encounters that ended with his cock buried in some eighteen-year-old's dripping cunt.

He was done. Finished. From this moment forward, he would be Principal John Lee—professional, composed, utterly untouchable.