I dreamed about his hands exploring every inch of my body...

We all watch sexy art teacher, Derrick Swenson, as he supervises school pickups-his lean, athletic body flexing as he moves, the tousled sandy hair, and stunning blue eyes. He is the eye candy for every mom in the school pickup line. Thoughts of that sculpted body haunt me during the many nights of pleasuring myself to the arousing image of him doing dirty things and devouring every inch of my body.

That's all I thought it ever would be-just your average midlife divorcée with obsessive fantasies of a guy who is WAY out of her league.

Then I showed up at his classroom door after hours, and before I knew it we were alone in the tiny supply room. Now Derrick's hands are on my body, caressing, stroking. His fingers brush over my heated skin, arousing a raging, unquenchable desire.

I know that we shouldn't do this-we can't do this. Not here. Not now.

But oh god, his hands feel so good, and I'm aching with need…