Page 4 of Spoil Me, Daddy

For Gabe.

But those had all been boys. They all acted immaturely and just talked a big game. I had a feeling they held off doing anything because they didn’t actually know what to do. With Gabe, I figured he was holding off because I was too young. I wasn’t too young. Well, I didn’t think he was too old.

I bit my bottom lip. I knew my reputation at the private school. Everyone had thought I wassoexperienced because I’d always gave tips and advice I’d read off the internet. I knew what to do when it came to sex, be it oral, vaginal, or anal. I’d watched enough porn, but I was just hoping expectation was close to reality.

Fake it ‘til you make it, my inner voice repeated in my head, and I gave myself a nod of confidence. I needed that especially later if I was going to get Gabe to see me as more than just the summer babysitter and finally take my virginity.

No bra then.

I boldly tossed the lace back onto my bed. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, more than satisfied with how I looked. My skirt was short and flirty. The nude, lace thong beneath made it look like I wasn’t wearing any underwear, if he ever flipped up skirt. My nipples were hard and perky, and my breasts were large and full enough to be flush against my tank top.

Perfect.

I was dressed to kill, or rather, I was dressed to have sex.

When Gabe opened the door for me this morning, I couldn’t miss how his eyes immediately went to my breasts and he inhaled ever so slightly. I couldn’t miss it. He looked curiously at me, questioning, probably wanting to know why I wasn’t wearing a bra. I hadn’t been bold, until now. I crossed my arms and rested them below my breasts to deepen my cleavage. Yeah, that was bold.

He coughed loudly, clearing his throat. “I’m late,” he murmured, grabbing his briefcase. “Ashley’s in the book corner.” He dashed out then, one last glance at me, then raking down my body before he shut the door behind him.

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When I heard the door open that night, it was a few minutes after seven and Ashley was fast asleep in her toddler bed. I was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes.

“Oh,” Gabe said, stepping inside from the garage. Obviously, he was at a loss for words.

It wasn’t my fault. He’d caught me by surprise. I was bent over, loading the bottom rack of the dishwasher. I instantly stood up, realizing my skirt had ridden up and he could see my bare bottom and the little line of my thong. I almost dropped a plate on the floor, and apologized to him. So much for seducing him. What man gets turned on by a woman filling a dishwasher?

The next words out of his mouth shocked me…but in a good way. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Chapter Three

Gabe

She was doing it on purpose. Ifuckingknew it. It was the first time she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra, but she’d been taunting me with her perky tits and smooth thighs ever since the night we met.

I wasn’t going to pretend I was a saint. Ifuckingloved it every time Mary displayed that full ass of hers and slender legs. And the way her nipples poked against her thin tank top? Yeah, I was an asshole for staring, but I was only a man. A horny man with fucking blue balls.

School was already over, high school a thing of the past for her, but she’d still come to babysit Ashley wearing a short skirt that reminded me of her old uniform. My mind was telling me to stay away, and I’d been able to do it up until now, but my dick was hard every time I saw her. Hard? No, it was a steel beam in my pants.

It was the third time this week I came home to her sashaying her hips. The first night, she’d been in the living room with the vacuum turned on, rocking those lush hips to the music she had coming through her ear buds. I thought I’d blow my load then and there.

Tonight? She’d added the flirty fucking skirt to her teasing. And she’d worn a damn white tank top and I could see her hard nipples peeking through. I could even see they were dark pink.Fuck.

I tried and succeeded in not groaning out loud. I would’ve ravaged her right then and there, but I didn’t think she’d like that. Hell, I’d had to storm out of the house this morning or I would have taken her. She wouldn’t want an older man like me. I’d questioned it for days. But now? Now maybe she would…

Shewould…if the way she stared at my erection and licked her bottom lip was any indication. If her nipples were like pencil erasers. If her skirt wasn’t practically showing off her pert ass.

“Ashley’s asleep?” I confirmed. If I was going to make Mary mine, I wanted Ashley sound asleep. No interruptions for what I wanted to do to Mary.

“You know it,” she said. “I took her to the country club today and she played for hours in the wading pool. I can see her becoming an Olympic swimmer. She’s a natural.”

At the exact same time, we stared at each other and burst out laughing. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but shake my head. From the way she spoke and moved, she was the perfect combination of youthful and sexy. She wasn’t just a pretty face with a body I’d like to fuck. She had a personality that could light up any room, and it was such a turn-on that the thought of her voice made my erection harder, if that was even still possible.

“Enough about Ashley,” I said, moving closer to her.

I raised my hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before grazing my fingers over her cheek. Her flesh was soft and so smooth against my own, like a woman’s, and Ilovedwomen. I loved how they felt so small and little beside me. But none of them had been Mary. The past women I’d dated never failed to mention how they always felt so safe and secure with me, like I would protect them from any harm. It was true. I would never hurt a woman, never see one hurt by someone else. I was a gentleman.

With the way she stared up at me, I could tell Mary felt the same. She liked the feeling of standing beside me and feeling small. She wanted that feeling. She wanted me to protect her. I’d never thought about it before, but thinking now, I realized I didn’t mind. There was just something about her that wanted me to get to know her better, to know her likes and dislikes, what turned her on and what turned her off. I wanted to know how she would be in bed, and when I thought like that, I wasn’t a gentleman at all. I wanted to know everything.

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