I don't know what I'm suppose to be doing here, what the hell is all this shit, stupid quiz. My mother always told me, if you don't understand something, put your hand up and ask. I never listened, so I never really got help on things I didn't understand.

"You okay?" Jason asks, looking over my quiz.

"Eyes on your own work" That sexy, stern voice, thick with his Irish accent calls out from the front of the class.

I don't understand how the sex god of a teacher knew Jason was looking when he's got his golden head looking down as his green eyes skim over the words in a book he has been reading for the whole of this period so far.

Biting my lip I debate whether I should ask him for help. I haven't really answered any of these questions, I just don't get any of this chemistry stuff, the only reason I took it is because I knew he would be my teacher.

Sighing, I decide against such a thing as asking for his help. Getting on with my quiz I try my hardest to picture the work on that he had written on the board for the past couple of months. I have a photographic memory which is no help when the only picture in my mind is his perfectly sculptured body laying under all of those teasingly fitted clothing.

Before I know it, the bell has gone and !be barely finished the second last page. Waiting for everyone to leave, I watch him smile and thank his students for their work, a small dimple showing as he talks which grows when he smiles.

He places the tests in a near pile and sits back down, glancing at me for a second then looking away, only for realisation to hit seconds later that he isn't alone he looks back up.

"What's wrong Velvet?" His voice lacing with concern and worry.

I walk to him with my paper tightly held in my hands. Shakily I pass it to him, watching as he slims through the questions, a slight frown on his beautiful features as he sees the last two pages almost completely in answered.

"Having trouble sleeping again?" His question surprising me.

I didn't think anyone but Jason knew about my sleeping problems. I merely nod my head, it may not be the reason I'm failing his class, but it's true, my sleep deprivation is getting worse.

Moving a chair to his right, he gestures me to sit down next to him. Biting my lip nervously I hesitantly sit down, my heart is beating out of control and my body is raising in temperature from the close proximity.

He looks at me, about to speak, then closes his mouth and looks passed me with a frown. Getting up he walks to the door and closes it, obviously not wanting anyone listening in on his talk with me.

I know this talk, it's going to be the same talk he had given me a month ago. about how I should ask for help and that there's no shame in asking for help. About how it is important to listen in class etc.

"Why did you choose this subject?" His eyes focused on mine.

I we arch as the muscles in his angular jaw jump as he clenches his teach, not that he's mad. It's just a habit of his. Watching his gaze bore into mine with such intensity made my body yearn and my heart to squeeze.

"I-I...don't know" Stuttering isn't something I usually do, it only ever happens around him.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, a small smile on his face he moved some fallen hair from my face, the feeling of his smooth fingers against my skin leaving tingles in it's path.

"You don't know...or you don't want to tell me?" He challenges.

Shakily, I take a breath and gulp. I don't know if I understand what he is insinuating but between his beautiful eyes that have hypnotised me and his touch that has somewhat paralysed me, I had the sudden urge to speak the truth.

"Which is it beautiful? The first or the latter?" He asks again, the same small smile playing against his lips.

His hand lightly caressing my cheek as they heat up from his touch and from his compliment. He called me beautiful...

"The latter" My voice soft and hazy.

With a small chuckle he pulls his hand away from me, he turns back to the quiz paper that I had failed miserably. He skims through it once more, giving me time to calm every part of my body and mind.

"So the good news is that you didn't fail completely, the bad news is that as an overall grade in my class you'll be getting a D" He says, the look on his face is as though he is bracing himself for an outburst of emotions.

I wince, thinking of the consequences that will be given to me by my father ice he heard about my overall grade. Looking up at Mr McCavin, I voice my thoughts.

"I can't fail this class, my father will get mad and no one likes it when he gets mad" He looks at me with worry as he sighs, hearing the sheer desperation in my voice.

He looks down at my test, then at me then finally back at the test. Biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates, he looks up at me grinning. I'm guessing he has an idea.

"You're a genius" He says grinning.

"Thanks, remind me why?" I ask laughing.

Chuckling at me he shakes his glosses head. My own lips curling up into a smile at his light attitude. No one has ever seen him so relaxed and, well...human. No one except me I guess.

"Meet me in my office this afternoon" He says looking at his watch.

"Okay" I say just as the bell goes.

Getting up I grab my bag and open the classroom door saying my goodbye to Mr McCavin and head off to finish the rest of the day.

Afternoon bell finally goes off, slowly I make my way out of my homeroom and down to Mr McCavin's office. Knocking softly I wait to hear him yell out. Once he does I walk in.

"Just the young lady I was waiting for" He greets me grinning.

I blush as he does, moving from behind his desk he walks to me and takes hold of my wrist, leading me to the back supply room.

"Clean this up" He says.

"Why?" I ask skeptically.

Chuckling he answers "Extra credit, so that you can pass this class" blushing I nod my head and get on cleaning the supply room.

"Are you just gonna stand there and watch?" I ask after a almost an hour of cleaning with his eyes burning a whole in the back of my head the whole time.

His arms are crossed over his chest as he lazily leans on one of the science labs that look into the supply closet. Chuckling he uncrosses his arms and helps me.

"What do you need help with?" He asks.

"Can you grab me that chair?" After a small mumble about safety he passes it to me so I can stand up on it and put a box of things away on the top shelf. Even with the chair I had to go onto my tip toes.

"Be careful" I hear his sexy voice call with worry.

Soon I feel a pair of warm hands on my hip, tingles shooting through my body, causing me to lose balance. With a squeal I fall off the chair, bringing Mr McCavin with me.

My eyes closed I wait for the hard floor but I'm surprised to open my eyes and find Mr McCavin under me groaning. His palms flat on my upper back, holding my body to his. My hands flat on his chest I blush as I stare at his closed eyes.

"Sorry" My soft voice apologises, opening his eyes with a soft gaze he lifts one hand and caresses my cheek.

"I warned you didn't I?" He says chuckling.

"It was your fault" I mumble.

"How do you figure" He asks as he wraps his arm more firmly around my body whilst the other is still, on my cheek.

"You grabbed hold of my hips, it distracted me and I lost balance" My voice like a childs.

"Now why would that distract you so much? Is it because you have a short attention span? the fact that a man oft age was holding you or was it the sparks you felt?" He asks with a knowing look.

"I don't know your age" He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

"I'm 24 darling" His voice filled with amusement and happiness.

"So, which is it?" He asks again.

Shrugging, I smirk despite my blushing.

"A bit of all of them" I say grinning.

My body vibrates as he rumbles a laugh. Looking me in the eyes as he smiles, a content look on his face. I smile and look down at my hands on his chest. The proximity becoming somewhat unbearable. His finger lifting my chin he stares at me with curiosity

"What are you thinking of?" His voice soft and husky.

"You" My eyes widening at my own response.

"Good" Was his own reply.

His hand sneaking its way to the back of my head, his fingers in my hair he pulls my lips closer to his. His eyes close slowly, I can feel his breathing go as uncontrolled as mine as my heart beats out control I let my eyes close like his had already just as or lips meet.

Those small sparks intensified to an unrecognisable level. My mind completely shutting off as I let instinct and passion kick in. The butter flies in my stomach going even crazier as his lips mould with mine. His lips had taken control of this kiss from the second it had started.

They're firm but gentle, confident like him. His tongue slims across my lip, flipping us over so I'm below him I open my mouth to him. Enjoying the taste if his tongue against mine and his lips on my lips. My hands find their way to his hair, I tug at his hair as he makes me moan.

When his lips part from mine, I gasp for air and let out a soft moan as his lips explore my jaw and neck. Sexily, he runs his tongue up my neck, shivers erupting through my body. His hands roam my body freely without a sense of boundary. Taking hold of my legs he wraps them around his hips, once secure he kneels, makings straddle him.

I can't deny how much I became turned on when I felt the slight poke of his member through his pants on my pantie covered core, my skirt making my panties and his pants the only significant pieces of clothing stopping us from going any further. Detaching his lips from me completely he stares intimately into my eyes.

"Believe me when I say extra credit didn't mean code for a make out session" He says seriously. Giggling I kiss his cheek.

"I know" My eyes staring back into his.

"Do you want to come back to mine?" He asks nervously.

I knew that was code for let's have sex and I knew that why he was nervous. I myself have never had sex before but I do t think there is more of a perfect man then him.

"Okay sir" I say finally.

"You can call me Josh" A slight frown on his lips as he hears me call him sir.

"Sorry josh" I stroke his cheek softly.

Smiling at me he stand up, and helps me up. As I walk out of the supply room he takes hold of my hand, spins me around and kisses me again, as through to reassure himself that this is really happening. His hand interlocking with mine as we walk toward his desk, biting my lip I watch as he hurriedly packs everything away from on his desk. Patting himself he mutters to himself, asking where he put is keys. Laughing, I grab them off the corner of the desk and hand them to him, with a small smile and a slight blush he takes them from me.

The halls were empty, but we're smart enough not to risk holding hands in the corridor. Once outside in the parking lot I watch him unlock his car, with much frustration as he misses the key every now and again with a groan of frustration he finally unlocks his car.

"Why are you so nervous?" I ask him smiling softly.

"It's not, why am I, it's why wouldn't I be" His voice sure yet soft as he opens my door for me and lets me slide in first. Staring at him curiously, he elaborates.

"I have a beautiful, young, talented and smart woman in my car who I'm taking to my apartment" He says.

"I'm sure I'm not the first lady you've taken home" I point out.

"True, but this is different, I've never wanted anyone more then how much I want you, not just your body but you as a whole Velvet" The sincerity in his voice warming up my cheeks.

"Thank you" My voice soft, he glances at me whilst he drives.

"What for?" He asks.

"For making me feel special, like I'm not just another one of the girls you've brought to your apartment" My eyes watching him as a small frown falls upon his features.

"How do you know I have so many girls come and go through my apartment?" He asks.

"No offence Josh, but it's easy to see that you're a player" My voice sure and confident.

"I'm not player, I don't cheat and I don't have one night stands, When I enter a relationship with a woman, it doesn't take me long to know if we really have something or not, with you I haven't even had a chance to start a relationship and it's forbidden but it's the only thing I want in this world. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you, to hug you and comfort you, to make you smile, and laugh and to protect you from the evil that is men" Slowly parking the car and turning the engine off he looks at me, takes my hands in his and kisses my lips softly.

"You realise you're a guy too" I smirk.

"Yeah, but my intentions a pure, I'm not going to use you" His voice serious as his Irish accent sends thrills through my body.

"Come on, it's starting to rain, we should head up" He hops out and opens my car door for me, taking my hand in his as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

"Good afternoon master McCavin" The door man greets josh.

"Afternoon" Josh says in a friendly matter.

Walking to the lift hand in hand I watch as people look back at us. Looking up at him, biting my lip nervously he smiles and pecks my cheek softly. An old couple, in their sixties appear in the lift as we enter.

"Good afternoon little Joshy" the old lady says hugging Josh.

"Hey ma, hey pa" He greets them with a genuine smile. His dimples showing proudly.

"Who's this gorgeous young lady?" The old man asks.

"This is Velvet" He says nervously.

Their eyes go wide as they gush at

Josh and with each other.

"So this is the young lady you never stop talking about" The old lady says happily.

Looking up at josh I laugh softly as his cheeks go red and he sighs, shutting his eyes as if to try and escape this embarrassment.

"Ma" He wines.

"Are you all related?" I ask curiously.

The old lady smiles and shakes her head. If they aren't related then why does Mr McCavin keep calling them ma and pa?

"When I fist moved in across from them, they helped me out with a few problems I had. They would invite me to dinner and all sorts of things. After a whole I just started calling them ma and pa" Mr McCavin says in a small voice.

"Awww" I gush in adoration. Chuckling, he shakes his head at me. Soon enough it's the floor for us to hop off. It's the fifteen and final floor, saying goodbye to the old couple he leads me down the corridor.

"This place is huge" I say in awe as I look at his apartment.

There is a whole wall that's just a window over looking the harbour. The harbour bridge and opera house visible as well as Luna park. His walls are a creamy colour, a dining table set next to the window wall, a spacious, well furnished kitchen with egg shell marbled bench tops and matching coloured shelves and drawers. The carpet is the same creamy colour as the walls with a black leather couch matching the black throw rug under his glass coffee table and a flat screen TV hanging off the wall on the left of the entrance. Between the dinning section and the lounge room is a hallway which I assume leads to the bathroom, his room and possibly a spare room.

"I'm glad you approve" My heart beat quickens at the sound of his husky voice in my ear, his hands sitting lightly in my hips. As he kisses my neck from behind me. Slowly his hands creep under my top as he caresses my torso.

"Would you like something to drink?" His voice laced with lust.

Turning around in his arms, I grab hold of his tie, undoing it slowly as I bite my lip while staring into his eyes as he watches me with as much concentration and curiosity.

"The only thing I want right now, is you" I whisper sexily into his ear.

A smile grows on his perfect lips, with a short kiss he takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. His hands finding them hem of my too easily as I enter his room before he does.

"Are you still a virgin?" He asks out of nowhere as he kisses my neck softly.

"Mhm" I hum in response, to hypnotised by his lips on my skin.

"You know I've done this multiple times...right? does that bother you?" His eyes shining with worry.

"No, because I know I'm not just another girl" I say softly.

Smiling he kisses me passionately an picks me up, moving me to his bed he places me down softly, his hands roaming my body as he slowly takes off my clothing, kissing every part of my body as he moves our naked entwined bodies in a pleasurable rhythm, arching my back I dig my nails in his back enough to make him moan as we climax.

"I love you Velvet, I have since my first class with you" his voice raspy and husky.

"I love you too" my lips were taken by his as soon as those words left my mouth.

Well, this isn't what I expected when he told me to stay back for extra credit, but it's a whole lot better.