Page 2 of Spoil Me, Daddy

“No problem, Ilovechildren,” she replied, her tone almost cooing, as she met my eyes. “How often does she need to be watched?”

Before I could open my mouth to speak, Greg was quick to say, “Before you two talk business and start being boring, let’s eat first. Potatoes and salad are ready, and the steak will come in a few minutes.”

With a series of nods, the three of us took our seats. I sat beside Mary, our legs touching beneath the table, and I couldn’t help the sudden stirring feeling inside me.

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn.I was in trouble. My dick was getting a zipper imprint just because our thighs were touching.

That was all I thought throughout dinner. When Mary tied her ebony hair up into a ponytail, exposing her nape, I couldn’t help but hitch my breath. I tried my best to be as subtle as possible. When Mary opened her luscious, red lips to take a bite of the steak, I used all my willpower not to wonder what they would look like around my dick. When she easily contributed to the conversation with her light, feminine voice, I discovered she was smart and witty as well as beautiful. Everything about her – I just wanted to experience more.Hell, I fucking wanted to taste her. All of her.

“How’s your steak?” she asked.

Out of courtesy and a little nudge from my dick, I glanced at her, more like stared, actually. Her lips curved up into a small smile, and she turned so her upper torso leaned toward me. My eyes glanced down to look at her cleavage. I couldn’t help it. I was only a man and fuck... it was lush and she was more than a handful. I clenched my fists so I wouldn’t cup her in my palms and feel how heavy they were, see how they overflowed over my fingers. When I looked back up, her smile had turned into a curious smirk. It was as if she was taunting me.

There was no doubt she was flirting. I’d had experience with women trying to grab my attention; I knew most of what they stored in their bag of tricks, and it looked like Mary was playing the same game. I shook my head subtly. I didn’t want to think about it too much. She was eighteen years old.

When I’d been eighteen, I was an awkward, lanky kid who didn’t know how to flirt. The girls back then were the same. We were all naïve and knew close to nothing when it came to attracting the opposite sex. From the looks of it, Mary had no problem with gettingmyattention. Hell, I wasn’t going to be able to forget her. No, her scent, her eyes, her curves were burned into my brain. She had me, and my dick, wrapped around her little finger.

“Gabe?” she called out my name when I still hadn’t responded to her.

“It’s great. Want a bite?”

Automatically, I sliced my meat, forked the small portion, and held it up right in front her mouth. I saw the way her eyes widened at my gesture, surprise painted on her face. Looking at her, I couldn’t move my head away. From her high cheekbones and full lips, every part of her complemented each other to form a masterpiece. She finally leaned forward, opened her lips, and had a taste of my steak. When the medium-rare meat touched her tongue, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste, before she opened them again. Holy fuck, the sound she made. Part moan, part gasp, I wanted her to make that sound again, but when she came all over my cock.

This was an intro to a fucking porn video.

Especially with the way she looked and moved – feminine, youthful, and yet calculating – it was hard not to want to know more about her. She didn’t act or speak or look like an eighteen-year-old. My dick didn’t care about her age. She was legal, she was gorgeous, she was smart, she was into me. She was mine.

As dinner continued and conversation lengthened and turned lighter and more informal, I was starting to see her as someone who didn’t let herself be dictated by her age. She talked about her plans for the future; she was going to take up early education since she wanted to be a pre-school teacher. It was noble, and I saw myself wanting to know everything about her. She wasn’t just the gorgeous and sexy Catholic schoolgirl that made my dick hard, although the thought of her in her plaid uniform skirt was making my cock press painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

She was a complex human being who wanted more in life than just to coast through. She had hopes and dreams and was going to move across the country for college.

“Are you ready for the big move yet?” I asked her. Jane had just come back from the kitchen to take the strawberry cheesecake from the refrigerator. She cut a slice each for us, handed the plates over, then took her seat beside Greg. All eyes turned to Mary.

“Hmm…” There was a tinge of hesitation in her voice. “Not really. Honestly, I don’t want to move, and I planned to go to the local college, but my mom keeps telling me that specific college is the best for a degree in education. And that’s the only school she’ll pay for.”

I frowned. “I’m sure you can talk to her about it,” I offered, tilting my lips up into a warm smile which she returned. Her mom sounded like a bitch if she was dictating where her daughter went to school. Withholding money for any other place? That was blackmail.

I didn’t want to see her upset and this conversation was clearly ruining her mood. I decided to change the subject. “I’m just thankful I found you to look after Ashley. I promise she’s well-behaved.”

Mary was quick to shake her head, obviously disagreeing with what I just said. “She’s two. She shouldn’t behave all the time. It’s not a problem at all. I swear. I love kids, and I’ve already planned to take her to some parks and the science museum. I’m sure there’s also more than enough time to take her to the zoo.”

“Save the zoo for the weekend,” I quickly piped up. “The three of us will go together.”

I didn’t miss the sneaky smirks that surfaced on Jane’s and Greg’s faces. My friend looked at me and raised his eyebrow. Yeah, I was just as fucked as he was. No, I hoped to be getting fucked as much as he was. Soon. I just had to get Mary naked and beneath me, show her she was mine.

Jane started shaking her head as she looked from me to Mary. I knew what they were thinking. They put us together as employer and babysitter, but had they done a little matchmaking, too? I didn’t care if they thought that. I just wanted Mary any way I could get her.

“We’ll leave you two,” said Greg, taking the dinner plates off the table and leaving the cheesecake. “I’m sure you want to come to an agreement before she starts sitting for Ashley. Jane and I will be in the kitchen.”

Yeah, matchmaking. Worked for me. I had to remember to buy Greg a beer the next time we had a guy’s night. I owed him one.

When the two of them left the room, I turned to face Mary, to give her my full attention. Our knees touched and she stared up at me with a mix of a smile and a smirk. With our closeness, I couldn’t help but inhale her womanly scent, and I knew right then and there that I was a goner.

She might be my new babysitter, but there was nofuckingway I’d be able to keep my hands off her.

Chapter Two

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