Private Lessons (Black World Order)

Carmen Wells was 41, a voluptuous high school teacher with a wicked body she kept hidden behind blouses and pencil skirts. Divorced, untouched, and secretly craving the kind of attention her students would fantasize about if they ever saw her at home—in lacy thongs, loose silk robes, and nothing else. She thought she had her urges under control… until she met Darius. Tall. 19. Deep voice. Chocolate skin. A football star with a jawline that could cut glass and a bulge that was clearly too big for school-issued pants. He was failing English. She offered to tutor him after hours. Harmless. Professional. Until he showed up late one day, soaked in rain, shirt clinging to his sculpted chest, and those hungry eyes locked on her cleavage. From that night on, Carmen stopped wearing a bra. And Darius stopped pretending he was there to learn.