How Rachel ended up babysitting for the most eligible single father in the greater metro area, she still doesn’t really understand.
Pierce Krakauer is any girl’s dream, and twice a week the handsome thirty-five year old personally gives her a ride home after babysits his infant son. She can’t help but fantasize, especially with the way he flirts shamelessly with her, but the pretty young nineteen year old is still grown up enough to know that nothing real could ever happen.
But when she gets stranded downtown in the rain after the last bus of the night, he’s the only one who picks up the phone. All sorts of things of rules suddenly seem ready to be broken and the restraint he’s always shown seems to be wearing thin …
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
She nodded, chastened.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “I was getting pretty scared.”
“I’m very, very glad I was there.”
She blinked back another tear. Why was she so emotional? She had never in a million years suspected he would care this much one way or another. Maybe all this time she hadn’t been the only one who valued their time together.
“You’re always so good to me,” she went on. “I just wish I knew how to …”
He reached out and brushed away a tear that she hadn’t quite managed to blink away. His hand rested under her chin, and suddenly she was looking him in the face, into his eyes, perfect hazel clouded with concern and soft with affection. Of all the parts of him she’d admired and dwelled on, how had she never noticed such beautiful eyes?
“You’re a really incredible man,” she said simply. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
He smiled. “A lot of people seem to say that to me. It means a lot more coming from you.”
She shrugged off her coat, warming after the chill wetness of the weather. She saw his eyes flick down over the revealing dress she’d worn for the evening. His gaze lingered on its plunging neckline that revealed the tops of her soft breasts and the way the fabric clung to her hips.
“I just wish I had something I could give back, you know?” she said, following his eyes. “Some way to show you how much I appreciate you. I guess a silly girl like me doesn’t have much.”
She could see that desire in his eyes again, the look she practically lived for these days, but she knew he wouldn’t put a hand on her. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong.