Page 31 of Please, Sir

They will not close.

So with my hand over my eyes, I continue to stare at that heavy, meaty, dick that gives a tall can a run for its money.

“Bathroom is the next door down from this one,” he says, finally breaking the incredibly awkward spell that I placed on us by barging into his home and essentially sexually assaulting him with my eyeballs.

“Th-thank you, sir. I’m so, so sorry for…” I wave my hand around the closet space, my cheeks likely the color of cherries based on how sweaty my back and underarms are. “I’m sorry,” I say, and then my stupid fucking eyes DO IT AGAIN.

I LOOK AT HIS DICK AGAIN.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” I sigh, pushing past him, moving through his room and stumbling out into the hall, taking two steps into the actual hallway bathroom. I close the door behind me, locking it, and promptly use the bathroom while holding my head in my hands, realizing that yep.This is it.Without a shadow of a doubt, this is it.

The most mortifying moment of my twenty-four years.

I once went three hours with a booger in my nose in 8th grade, and I accidentally microwaved a metal to-go mug at my friend’s dorm in college.

But this? This takes the humiliating cake for sure. Washing my hands at the sink, I swallow hard and find the courage to lift my eyes to the mirror, seeing exactly what Jake Turner saw.

Oh Jesus.

Oh lord.

Oh no.

Why did I seriously think that wearing these sweats out in public was okay? Even for a drug store run, Agnes on the night shift withParade Magazinedeserves better than this. I pull my hood over my head, feeling a moment of relief at the way it hides my day-before-wash hair but then decide I look too much like the unabomber, and tug it down.

He already saw you Riley. Just go say goodbye to Jo Jo and get the fuck outta here.

I follow the hall back to the foyer, this time noticing right away the large, open floorplan that leads to a huge kitchen, family room attached. Jo Jo stands in the kitchen, already in her pajamas, a mug between her hands, her long hair now twisted up in a knot that looks much nicer than mine.

“Thanks,” I tell her, hooking my thumb over my shoulder toward the hall bathroom. I think I’ll omit the part where I essentially baby-stalked her dad and peeked at his massive dick. Multiple times.

The floorboards creak behind me and awareness tingles up my spine, making my face hot. I’ve never wished to be abducted by an alien or to have an encounter with a ghost, but right now, I’m really hoping that’s a ghost. Or an alien. Hell, at this point, I’d take a home intruder.

“Oh.” Jo Jo says, her eyes moving behind me to Jake, standing at the end of the hall, his dark hair wet. He’s swearing a pair of jeans sans one of his gorgeous, ornate leather belts, his feet bare, nothing but a thin white t-shirt stretched over his muscled chest. “I didn’t know you were in the house.” She motions to me. “This is my new coach, Miss Riley Rivers.”

“Nice to meet you Miss Rivers. I am Jolene’s dad, Jake Turner.”

The back of my neck drips sweat and my clit pulses, blooming at the way his words are rough and deep. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Sir?

I don’t even know. But when I look at him one last time before facing Jo Jo, I realize that when I look at Jake Turner, my strongest urge is to literally liquify at his feet and call him sir and be his plaything.

Facing Jo Jo, I put on my biggestI didn’t just stock up my spank bank material for the next yearsmile. “Well I’m gonna get going. I was just about to…”buy batteries for my vibrator so I can masturbate. “Watch a movie.”

Jo Jo smiles. “Thanks. For tonight.”

I return her smile. “Anytime, you know that.”

I’ll ask her how she got my phone number later. After class. Right now, I need out of this moment. Leah is going to lose her damn mind when I tell her about tonight. Humiliation aside, Leah was not lying. Not in the slightest. He is the most gorgeous, sexy man on this planet and potentially, with science’s help, the entire universe. The crow's feet near his eyes add character, and the thick, dark mustache curving around his top lip makes my thighs actually quiver a little.

“Would you like this back?” Jake asks, his deep timbre rattles through me, centering on my clit.Oh yeah, my original plan for this night still stands.

“Huh?” I ask before I realize he’s holding up my purse by one finger, the worn bag gently swaying underneath his arm.

“Would you like this back?” he repeats himself, and this time, I swear to God I think his lips twitch a little. I turn back to Jo Jo and smile, then forge the five steps ahead to get to Jake Turner, my personal God.

Okay, Riley, stop.

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