A WICKED TEASER…
“Yes, Laura.”
“Daddy’s here!” she whispered excitedly.
“Okay.” I looked around, but didn’t see any one. “Where is he?”
“Right here.” The deep rumble of the man’s voice spread unexpected warmth down my body.
I was still crouched down as I slowly turned towards him. My eyes came across an expensive pair of shiny black shoes, traveling up the length of his charcoal, pin striped pants, which were neatly pressed. I continued to trace the seam of the pants, and my eyes widened in shock and arousal at the outline of his bulge stretched along the side of his thigh. I closed my eyes momentarily, before I continued my journey up this man’s large expanse of a body.
I tilted my head up and my eyes caught a glimpse of tanned skin through the undone buttons of his crisp white shirt. My breath caught in my throat as I took in his broad shoulders and the hard line of his square jaw. I lingered on his thick lips. They had a deep dip along the top curve of his mouth which sent an urge through me to trace it with my tongue. The angled curve of his nose led me to the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
He was staring down at me, with a cocky smirk on his lips and then he winked, snapping me back to reality. I bent my head down, feeling a deep blush heat my cheeks as I slowly stood up, straightening my skirt as I did. When I looked up at him, his eyes were now taking me in, following the same path I had traced on him. His eyes swept up my bare legs, glided up the bilowy blue skirt of my halter dress, traced my waistline until he stopped at my breasts where I could feel the tips of my nipples harden under his scrutiny. The dress was conservative, but it still managed to squeeze my breasts together, enough to produce a little bit of cleavage which I thought I had covered with a white cardigan. Looking down, I realized my sweater had come undone. My breath hitched as his eyes lingered on my bare skin and I could feel the blush of my cheeks travel to the tops of my breasts. He licked his lips and then he took his time as his eyes travelled up my neck, outlined my lips and stopped at my eyes, where he winked at me again.
“Daddy!” Laura squealed and his eyes left mine, only to glimmer with happiness at the sight of his little girl. She leapt into his arms and he hugged her tightly.
“Hi, baby!” He laughed, and the sound made my insides flutter. His face changed completely to that of a loving father. He appeared almost child-like as he talked to Laura.
“Daddy, this is my teacher, Miss Ana.”
He put Laura down and finally gave me his full attention. “Miss Ana, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
His lips seductively lingered on the word, as he reached his hand out to me. Tentatively, I slipped my hand in his and his long fingers engulfed me in his warmth. What was supposed to be a simple handshake became so much more as his touch sent tingles up my arm. That deep heated touch continued to seep into my body and I fought the urge to shudder from the pleasure of his touch.
“Mr. Reed, the pleasure is all mine.” My voice sounded like a husky whisper, and I quickly tried to hide it by clearing my throat.
“Anthony.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Call my Anthony, or Tony, however you prefer.”
I felt my blush deepen and I nodded. “Anthony.”
“Perfect,” he smiled and my stomach fluttered.
The urge to get down on my knees for this man, this stranger, was overwhelming and surprisingly arousing. I’d never felt like this for anyone, not even the few boys I dated in college. It’s not like I was a virgin, but I also wouldn’t say I was experienced. I had lost my virginity to my ex-boyfriend my first year of college. In senior year, I had sex yet again with another college guy, after my so-called boyfriend cheated on me with his lab partner. But neither one of those boys compared to what this man had me feeling. His eyes were hypnotizing, his touch invoked wickedly dirty desires. He squeezed my hand and then slowly he slipped away from me taking his warmth with him.
“Daddy, look what I drew for you!”
He reached down and smiled at her. “Let me see that.”
He examined the photo and his right eyebrow raised slightly. “Is that a pink car, sweetheart.”
“Uh-huh. Miss Ana said I could make it any color I wanted.”
“Really.” He looked at me and I blushed again, quickly looking down at the ground.
He chuckled and the rumble vibrated down to my pussy, making it gush. I squeezed my thighs together fighting for control.
“I love it!” He exclaimed, and picked her up as she giggled.
“Well, Miss Ana…”
“Just Ana is fine,” I whispered.
He nodded. “Okay, Ana, Thank you so much for taking care of my little girl.”
“It’s truly a pleasure, Sir. She’s a very bright little girl.”
I smiled at her and then stopped short as he took a step closer to me. The aroma of his expensive cologne engulfed my senses and I wanted to lean into him and breathe him in.
“Anthony,” he said sternly.
“Wh-what?” I shook my head out of the clouds.
“You called me, Sir.”
“Oh,” I breathed.
He smirked. “I guess I could come to like that as well, coming from you.”
His suggestive remark had my panties dampening even further, and I bit down on my lip. There was a long moment of silence as we stared at each other, his eyes were like steel. They were so intense, it felt as if they could see right through what I was feeling. I felt my face flush with arousal and I quickly asked the first question I could think of. “Will you be joining us for the parent teacher meeting we are having this Friday?”
He gave me a slow seductive smile. “Will I be having a one on one with you, Ana?”
The way he softly said my name made me want to give him all of me. I swallowed hard, trying not to inhale the sweet scent of his cologne. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “I’ll be there, then. I can’t wait for some alone time with the teacher.”
Before I could say another word, he grabbed Laura’s hand and tugged her along. She turned and waved at me. “Bye, Miss Ana!”
“Bye, sweetheart!” I waved back, my hand faltered as Anthony Reed looked back at me and then winked at me once again.
I watched him walk away and my pussy clenched involuntarily. I took a deep breath and looked around me, not wanting anyone to wrongly interpret that brief interaction. That man was dangerously attractive. He was also much older and way out of my league. Just by his touch, and the rich timbre of his voice, he had me all riled up and on edge. I’d never met anyone quite like him, and I needed to be very careful of him. He was the parent of one of my kids, and I needed to keep my distance, unless I wanted to lose my job.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around to focus on the rest of the children. As I made sure each parent left with their corresponding child, I unconsciously stroked the hand he had touched still feeling traces of his warmth. Those wicked thoughts ran once again through my mind and I closed my eyes, willing them away to no avail. This man was going to be trouble, sinful trouble.