Page 38 of Beau Pair
“You’re my daughter’s babysitter.”
“And?”
“And I’m paying you to be here. I don’t want to take advantage,” I say, my hand rubbing circles around his chest.
Yes, reality has hit, but I can’t help but gravitate toward touching him. How am I supposed to put a stop to this?
“Trust me, Gordon, you’re not taking advantage of anyone. I’ve wanted to jump you from the minute you opened the door on the day of my interview,” he says.
I didn’t expect that. I manage to drag my eyes away from his chest and onto his gaze. He smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back.
“But the university,” I say.
“Is it… umm… could you lose your job because of it?” he asks, concern coloring his face.
“Erm… no. Not really. But it’s unethical. I would have to get someone else to assess your performance. It’d be so much easier if you weren’t in any of my classes,” I say, and I know I sound like a dick.
“It’s only an elective. I can pick another one.”
“No. Don’t. You can really benefit from it.”
Beau takes hold of my soft dick in his hand, and I twitch. I’m too sensitive after I come, but his touch still makes me hungry for him despite that.
“I think I’d benefit more fromprivatesessions,” he says.
“You’re not dropping the… class,” I say, but I gasp when he grips me harder. “I’ll just have to assign someone else to assess you. But… are you sure you’re not creeped out by what… we’ve just done?”
“Creeped out?” He raises an eyebrow. “Why would I be creeped out? This was the best sex of my life.”
“Really?” I ask him, and the smile he’s giving me seems to be infectious.
“Yes, sir,” he says. “And we’re doing that again… and again… and again,” he says between soft kisses to my mouth.
I’m sure there are a hundred other reasons why we shouldn’t, but right now, right here, in his proximity, I can’t think of any strong enough to say no.
And that’s how I know I’m in deep, deep trouble.
