It’s late by the time Roger lets us out of the meeting. The air outside is crisp and cool on my skin. I rush home in a flurry of want and desire. My skin laced with anticipation of what to expect when I get there.

I’ve laid the groundwork, I’ve set all the stones in place. I’ve read her signs and signals. She wants this; I’m sure of it.

Like last week, when I came home with her favorite ice cream, and we watched a movie on my large, sectional sofa. Her feet got cold. She placed them in my lap, and I rubbed them. It wasn’t anything weird, so don’t look at me crazily. But, it was sweet.

She enjoyed it, judging by the little mewls coming out of her mouth. Like a sexy little kitten.

Standing on the doorstep to my condo, Tessa on the other side, I harden with thoughts of her.

I place my key into the lock, turning quietly, hoping not to wake Micah. Oftentimes, I come home and Micah and Tessa will be snuggled on the couch, watching a movie. Tonight, I hope that’s not the case.

I kind of hope she’s naked, waiting for me. Yeah, in my dreams.

I slip inside, the heat of the air warming my skin. The lights are low, and I sidestep a Tonka toy truck in the center of the foyer.

Sleeping on the couch is Tessa. She stirs slightly as I draw near.

“Are you awake?” My excitement falters a bit as I see her cuddled on the couch.

“No, I’m awake. Just resting my eyes,” she coos.

“Sorry I’m home so late.”

I move toward her. Ready to take action.

I’ll take what I want. I’ll make her mine. And tomorrow, when the sun rises, it’ll all be over.

“It’s okay. What time is it?”

“Late. You can stay here tonight. That way you don’t have to drive.”

She smiles a soft smile, and my heart speeds up.

I’m fucking nervous, but I yank at my tie, removing it from my neck. I toss it against the armchair. “Coffee?”

“Sure.” She sits up, running her fingers through her hair, smoothing it down to the tips. The light from the moon casts a soft glow around the room, giving her an ethereal presence. She looks like an angel.

I walk into the kitchen, flicking on the overhead, soft fluorescent light. Pouring water into the coffee maker, I concentrate solely on the task at hand. I feel like a fucking teenager, all nervous and shit.

But, that all stops when she steps foot across the tile entryway.

“Hey,” she says, hopping up onto the granite countertop. Her white skirt rides up her thighs, and I catch myself staring at her silky long legs.

She crosses her ankles, palms flat on the counter, and leans forward. “Smells good.” She inhales deeply as the coffee percolates.

I pull two mugs down and ask her about Micah. She lets me know they had a great day, and he went to bed with no problems. For that, I’m glad.

I unbutton one button as I wait for the coffee to finish. I crack my neck to the side, rubbing my hand along the tight muscles.

“Are you tense?” she asks.

Fuck. She has no clue. “Yeah, a little.”

“Come here.” She holds her hands out, and I back up against her and wait for her hands to touch my shoulders. She kneads my tired muscles, and it feels so nice having her hands on me. I let out a throaty groan, and she digs in deeper.

Fuck, this girl’s hands will be my undoing.

My cock pushes against the zipper of my dress slacks, and I roll my neck to the side, reaching around to caress the back of her calfs.

Like an unanswered prayer, she wraps her legs around me, and I run my fingers over her milky white legs.

I turn around and bring my lips to suck on hers. Her plump bottom ledge tastes sweet against my ravenous mouth. She’s white heat with bursts of sparks and light. Pressing my body against the counter, she leans into my touch. With one hand on the underside of her thigh, making my way to better lands, and the other wrapped around a few strands of her long tresses, I pull her hair.

She moves with me, and I lie her down on the granite. She’s hot as fuck.

Both my hands rise up her skirt, running up her thighs to her sweet spot. I’m met with lacy, purple panties and my teeth grind together.

“Did you wear these for me?” I ask.

She smiles and bats her long lashes. “Yeah.”

“Ever been licked by a man, little girl?”

She shakes her head no, and I nearly lose it.

I run my finger along the panel of her panties. Wet. I push them aside and feel along her slippery skin. In one quick movement, I lift her legs over my shoulders and dig in, sucking her panties into my mouth and digging my nose into her clit. I lower her for a second, to rip the panties from her body, and get back to work.

She’s sweet. Her scent and taste something so pure, it kicks my desire up a notch, lengthening my dick tenfold.

I swear I grow two sizes bigger as soon as my tongue comes into contact with her pussy. Her thighs grip my face. Her fingers tug at my thick, dark hair.

I lap at her, driven by lust. Driven by desire for my babysitter.

She enraptures me, and I want more.

I need her.