Page 10 of Teaching His Babygirl

“Daddy.”

His lips crush to mine again until we’re both breaking apart, panting for breath. With a groan of disappointment, he rights my bra and dress. “We need to talk, and I can’t concentrate with these beauties teasing me.”

He leads me to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He sits then pulls me into his lap. I wriggle around a little, hoping that my ass on his cock will distract him, but he slaps my thigh in warning. I still instantly.

“Naughty girl.”

I shrug. “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

Colt chuckles, and I smile in return. He cups my cheek, and I sigh at the intimate contact, nuzzling into his touch. His fingertips skate down my neck then he’s got his hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, keeping me still so he can look me directly in the eyes.

The way he’s studying my expressions makes me feel exposed in a way I have never felt before.

“Tell me, why did you run from my office? Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Because you’re my boss…”

“But I’m not. Not really. And there’s no rule against us seeing each other.”

He kisses me again, frying my brain cells and the protest that’s on the tip of my tongue. Our lips part, and his tongue delves in. We kiss slow and sweet, completely opposite of our previous kisses but no less arousing.

This time it’s me that pulls away. “What would the other faculty think, though? I’m new to the school. What kind of first impression will it make if I’m…” I wave my hands between us… “doing whatever this is.”

“Who cares what they think. Let them talk.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot. This is my fresh start…”

He caresses my cheek, looking at me with tender softness. “What if I want to be part of that fresh start?”

“I-” I have to swallow around a lump in my throat. “I don’t know…”

“Did you like what we did last Friday night?” he asks.

I blow out a breath and roll my eyes. “You know I did.”

“Do you want to do that again?” He gives me a wolfish grin.

I shift on his lap, rubbing my thighs together. “Yes, daddy. But-”

“No buts,” he growls. “You want to play, and so do I. In this room, we are just two consenting adults.”

“What about outside this room?” I ask suspiciously.

“Outside this room—the club—we are co-workers. Maybe friends, if you want.” He says it like it’s the simplest, most cut and dry thing there is.

“I don’t know if I can keep things separate like that…” I admit with a blush.

And it’s true. Whenever I’m around him, my little side comes out to play. Even the few times I couldn’t avoid him at school, I felt the instinct to defer to him… to let him lead the way. It’s too tempting to give up my control to him. It’s nothing like I’ve felt before for another person. It’s not fair that the one person to bring that out in me is forbidden fruit.

“Darlene, we can be whatever you want us to be. I’m all in for whatever it is you decide. I want us to give this chemistry between us free reign, but I understand your reluctance, and in this one thing, I will let you lead the way.”

Despite the fact that he wants more, I can tell he means every single word that he’s said. It makes saying yes to things that much easier. I might change my mind when he’s not right here touching me, but we can be together in the club and co-workers and friends outside of it. He’s right that we are consenting adults. Sure, it might be complicated, but we can make it work…

I hope.

“Okay… we can try,” I say cautiously. “I want to be your babygirl in private and co-workers at school.”

The smile he gives me makes the decision worth it. It’s hard to regret something when he’s giving me that wolfish look. My insides clench, and my heart skips a beat. He looks both happy and hungry. I lick my lips, ready to relinquish control and let Colt lead the way.

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