Sunlight is searing my eyeballs. It's like being in the middle of a spotlight on stage. My head is throbbing and feels like it's made out of those fluffy cotton things my wife uses. I put my hand on her warm thigh. "Morning, gorgeous," I say, smelling her sweet scent. She doesn't smell like roses. She smells like vanilla. My eyes pop open.

In my bed is a naked teenager.

"Holy shit!" I say, jumping out of bed. I realize that I'm naked, too. Elia isn't up yet.

My ass will be nailed to the wall if her dad ever finds out I slept with his baby daughter. I need to get out of here.

My hangover is worse because of the regret. I remember now. She came over to my house because her dad didn't want to leave her alone while he went on a business trip. She normally stays with his sister, her aunt, but her aunt was out of town for some kind of swimming competition. And here I am, waking up next to my nanny and next door neighbor.

I'm the dumbest person on the face of the planet. I think about it and realize that Elia could not have been drunk. A teenager doesn't get to sneak any alcohol, not in my house. Which means that she crawled into bed with me stone cold sober.

I inhale, and I can still smell her vanilla scent. God, it's never been like last night before. Everything that I thought sex was...I felt everything at double the intensity. The look on her face as she orgasmed beneath me...that moment is going into my spank bank for the rest of time.

And I can never have it again. I feel how cold my body gets at the thought. It might be summer, but it feels like the longest night of winter. A truly good man would never have had sex with her, but I already crossed the bridge. The best I can do is prevent us from compounding our mistake.

"Morning," she says sleepily. "How are you feeling?"

Confused. Surprised. Hung over.

"You need to wake up," I say. "You should go back to your own bedroom. Danny will wake up soon, so you should get him a bottle."

She turns away from me. "We're not in the army," she says. "And I'm going back to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, you won't be in nightmare mode."

I'm an asshole, but I walk around the bed and strip the sheet off of her naked body. Oh god, I'm going to hell, but the sight of her bare breasts makes me want to climb back into bed with her. "You can't stay here," I say as sternly as I can. 

"Watch me," she says, sassy even when she's half asleep. She yanks the covers back up. I can see the smooth curves of her shoulders and the intriguing bite mark that's right in the valley of her breasts. I put that there.

I go into the shower before my willpower breaks down and I go for another round. When I get down to my cock, I can see that there's a trace of red there. I hurt her last night. I turn off the water, reach out of the shower to grab a towel, and sling it around my waist. 

"Did I hurt you last night?" I'm not talking to her as a neighbor or her father's best friend. I'm asking as a lover.

"Not more than I expected for my first time."

I freeze in place. I took her virginity while I was drunk. There is a place in hell with my name on it. I'm sweating.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," I say wretchedly.

"It was beautiful. Don't you dare take that away from me," she says. 

At least I didn't have whiskey dick. "I won't," I say. "But I shouldn't repeat it..."

"You've already crossed the Rubicon. Is it any worse to keep sleeping with me, really? You've already done the deed." She lets the sheet slip down, revealing her luscious breasts. "Why don't you come back to bed?"

If I climb back in there with her, I'm going to have to admit that I want her. But I already knew that. I already know that, so I push aside my better judgment and get back in bed.

"You smell nice," she says.

"It's my shower gel," I tell her. I kiss the bite mark that I left in her cleavage. I begin to bite and suck on her breasts. She moves restlessly against me, arching her back as her breathing grows harsher and harsher. I don't need to be at work until 10 AM. I have the time to kiss my way down the center of her body, sticking the tip of my tongue into her belly button. Her hips jerk hard enough to give me a concussion. Her head is moving from side to side and I'm not even between thighs yet. I pin her spread thighs against the bed before sucking on her clit.

She screams as soon as I touch her there. The way that her muscles are moving, I know that she's orgasming. 

"Quiet," I tell her. "Don't wake the baby. Don't make me gag you."

She's panting as quietly as she can now. When I look up, I can see that she's biting a pillow to muffle her cries. I go back to worshiping her sweet core, licking her juices off of her soft lips. I push three fingers into her hole, which makes her hips move like never before. I stroke her G-spot deliberately. Even though she has the pillow there, I can still hear her going wild beneath me. I eat and finger her through another orgasm, one where every muscle in her body tenses and her legs shake.

I know that she has to be sore from losing her virginity last night, but I still bring my dick to her entrance. Her eyes are wide.

"I know you're sore," I say. "I already fucked you with my fingers. We're going to try intercrural sex," I reassure her. I don't know if she knows what that is, but I push her legs together. Her thighs touch, which makes this position perfect. I climb up her body and kiss her nose since her mouth is otherwise occupied. I guide my dick, which is leaking pre-come, into the junction of her thighs without penetrating her. This position lets me stimulate her clit while still getting the tightness I want.

"Keep your knees closed like that," I tell her as I pick up the pace. Her eyes are closed now. I can see that she's on the verge of another orgasm. And then she flies over the edge beneath me. I may not be inside of her, but the flutters of her pussy lips make me jerk and release all over her softness. 

I admire the pretty picture she makes, laying there on the bed with my come between her thighs. I'm going to hell, but I might as well enjoy the ride.

"What a way to wake up," she sighs. "I think I need a shower."

"We both do." I shake my head. I just took a shower, but I pick her up and bring into a shower stall that's still steamed up from my first shower. I put her on the shower shelf, also known as the sex shelf. I kiss her forehead before lathering up my hands and touching her soft breasts. Her nipples are hard now.

"Damn, do you ever go down?"

My cock is hardening again. "Don't worry about it," I say. "I don't need anything right now." And I finish washing her front and back very, very thoroughly. Then I step out of the flow of water, letting the spray hit her.

She screams. "It's cold!" she yelps.

I chuckle. "I already used the hot water," I tell her.

She's staring at my erection. "Cold showers don't work on that?"

"Not when you're around, baby girl." I wash myself off much more quickly. I grip my cock. She watches the slide of my hand up and down.

"Damn," she chokes out.

"Open your mouth," I command. I can feel my balls drawing up. I slip the tip of my cock inside of her mouth. "Swallow," I order her before I fill her mouth with my seed. And she swallows it down like a champ. When I'm done, I turn and let the water rinse away her saliva and the remnants of my come.

"What's the plan for today?" she asks. "I'm cold."

I turn off the water and venture into the cool air of the bathroom. I grab a towel and go back in to wrap her up. I kiss her nose and then her mouth.

"I have a meeting at 10 AM, but I can see you tonight. What do you want for dinner?"

"I kind of feel like fettucine alfredo."

"Wish is my command. Any particular restaurant?"

"No. Surprise me."

"Can do."

I grab a towel off of the rack and dry off. In another minute, after stealing another kiss from her, I'm in the walk-in closet, whistling and grabbing a suit. I have an Alfred, so someone else takes care of my dry-cleaning and managing housekeeping and all the details of running a house that I don't think about.

"I don't really cook at home much, but if you want something from the grocery store..." "I can buy it."

"I was just saying that actually you can give a grocery list to my Alfred, and it'll be taken care of."

"Alfred?"

"It's a startup that sort of gives you a part-time butler."

"Damn," she says. "Dad has a housekeeping service, but he says that I have to learn to do things for myself."

"I don't have a lot of time to clean up." I shrug. "I would rather spend time with Danny than try to drive to and from the dry-cleaners."

"I guess that makes sense," she says, hugging the towel tighter.

"I'll see you tonight," I say. And I'm grabbing my briefcase and out the door.