Fucking Him On Principle

Keiran Lee, the principal of the ritzy private school, leaned back in his leather chair, eyes flicking over the stack of report cards on his desk. The numbers were damning—Kenzie Taylor's daughter, a stunning young woman with a penchant for skipping classes, had flunked three subjects in a row. Kenzie, a wealthy MILF with a figure that could make a man forget his textbooks, slid into his office with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her silk blouse clung to her curves, and the way she sauntered in, heels clicking against the polished floor, sent a shiver down his spine. “Keiran,” she purred, her voice smooth as velvet, “I’m sure we can find a solution. After all, your school’s reputation is on the line.” She paused, her gaze locking onto his, and he felt the weight of her presence pressing against his professional composure. “Of course,” he replied, forcing a smile. “But your daughter’s grades are a real problem.” Kenzie’s lips curled into a sly grin. “I know. But I’ve got a plan. A *very* effective one.” She slid a folder across the desk, her fingers grazing his as she did. “How about we make this about more than just report cards? A little incentive, a little… arrangement. You’ll be glad you did.” Keiran’s pulse quickened. The promise of her daughter’s improvement was a sweet bait, but the real lure was the way she leaned in, her perfume intoxicating, and the unspoken offer between them. He could almost feel the heat of her body through the fabric of his shirt, the way her eyes seemed to say, *Forget the grades. Let’s talk about something else.* “Deal,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “But I’ll need more than just a promise.” Kenzie’s smile widened, and she traced a finger along the edge of his desk. “Then let’s make it a *private* one.”