I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) by Jessica Holly Page A
Authors: Jessica Holly
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playing peek-a-boo, and Sasha had to admit, he had a nice ass. Must have played football when he was younger, but he hadn’t lost his muscular tone.
Sasha’s hands slid down from the center of Joey’s back to just above his rump, her thumbs sliding under the elastic over either side of his cheeks, then meeting in the middle, servicing him just the way she was supposed to do.
“Is this okay?” Sasha asked, watching him closely for the barely perceptible signs that she should continue or stop.
“Oh yeah, you do have good hands,” Joey responded.
Sasha smiled to herself in satisfaction and slid the boxers down to Joey’s thighs, the cool air running over his bare ass as she massaged the inside of his cheeks, her fingers gripping just under his pelvis then sliding back up to the center of his crack.
“Oh, yeah,” Joey rumbled, “Mmm … that’s what daddy likes.” The words drifted into the air almost unconsciously.
Fuck, this was hot, Sasha thought. She was getting desperately turned on, and she could tell Joey was too. She wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Her mind was racing. How she just wanted to pull Joey’s boxers down and suck that thick cock of his she knew was hiding inside. She could smell his arousal: the strong, distinctive aroma of pre-cum mingling with the peppermint of the oil.
Joey shifted and turned around to stare up at Sasha with those blue-grey eyes and thick eyebrows which were raised in sly expectation. It was the type of stare that let Sasha know Joey was in control and he expected to get what he wanted, one way or another.
Sasha’s eyes looked away, not wanting to lose herself in that hypnotic gaze, until Joey lifted her chin so her eyes were locked on his.
“Now,” he said smoothly, sternly. Sasha quivered. “I know you’re good with your hands, so how about those lips?”
God, Sasha wanted to blow him, to feel that thick cock melt in her mouth. She’d never gone that far with a client and promised she wouldn’t, no matter how hot they were, but God damn!
This was strictly an erotic massage: that was it. But it’d been so long since she’d gotten laid, and God! was she needing it badly, today more than ever.
She began to kneel down toward Joey’s crotch, the hot aroma of his erection turning her on.
But Joey stopped her. “Not those lips,” he said in that low voice that turned Sasha’s legs to jelly. “Let’s see about your other ones...between your legs.”
Sasha was getting wet and hot with the thought of it, but her eyes migrated over to the clock ticking away steadily underneath the smooth, piping music.
She knew, sensibly, that she’d better cut the session short before things went too far. She couldn’t afford to lose this job.
Besides, Sasha had to teach school in the morning. And kindergarteners weren’t the easiest of students. However, it was the principal who Sasha feared the most. If he ever found out what Sasha’s secret night job was, he’d be sure to fire her on the spot.
CHAPTER 1
One month earlier
“S issy flicked her boogers at me!” the dark-haired boy whined, swinging back and forth and pouting in front on Sasha on the colorful carpet. She wiped a smudge of dirt from the boy’s pale face and smiled. Johnny’s lips formed a deeper pout. He was a short five-year-old, and had to make up for that disadvantage in other ways. He usually chose to tattle on the kids who didn’t play the way he liked.
“Nah-uh!” the little five-year-old girl protested, “I only wiped it on him a little bit.” Her many ponytails splayed out around her face and jumped with every shake of her head. She had beautiful dark skin and huge brown eyes.
Sasha stood up, stretched her back, and looked up at the dusty peeling ceiling of the large classroom. Only half of the lights were actually working, and it made the room a little darker than she would have liked. There was the same smell that permeated everywhere in the
Sasha’s hands slid down from the center of Joey’s back to just above his rump, her thumbs sliding under the elastic over either side of his cheeks, then meeting in the middle, servicing him just the way she was supposed to do.
“Is this okay?” Sasha asked, watching him closely for the barely perceptible signs that she should continue or stop.
“Oh yeah, you do have good hands,” Joey responded.
Sasha smiled to herself in satisfaction and slid the boxers down to Joey’s thighs, the cool air running over his bare ass as she massaged the inside of his cheeks, her fingers gripping just under his pelvis then sliding back up to the center of his crack.
“Oh, yeah,” Joey rumbled, “Mmm … that’s what daddy likes.” The words drifted into the air almost unconsciously.
Fuck, this was hot, Sasha thought. She was getting desperately turned on, and she could tell Joey was too. She wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Her mind was racing. How she just wanted to pull Joey’s boxers down and suck that thick cock of his she knew was hiding inside. She could smell his arousal: the strong, distinctive aroma of pre-cum mingling with the peppermint of the oil.
Joey shifted and turned around to stare up at Sasha with those blue-grey eyes and thick eyebrows which were raised in sly expectation. It was the type of stare that let Sasha know Joey was in control and he expected to get what he wanted, one way or another.
Sasha’s eyes looked away, not wanting to lose herself in that hypnotic gaze, until Joey lifted her chin so her eyes were locked on his.
“Now,” he said smoothly, sternly. Sasha quivered. “I know you’re good with your hands, so how about those lips?”
God, Sasha wanted to blow him, to feel that thick cock melt in her mouth. She’d never gone that far with a client and promised she wouldn’t, no matter how hot they were, but God damn!
This was strictly an erotic massage: that was it. But it’d been so long since she’d gotten laid, and God! was she needing it badly, today more than ever.
She began to kneel down toward Joey’s crotch, the hot aroma of his erection turning her on.
But Joey stopped her. “Not those lips,” he said in that low voice that turned Sasha’s legs to jelly. “Let’s see about your other ones...between your legs.”
Sasha was getting wet and hot with the thought of it, but her eyes migrated over to the clock ticking away steadily underneath the smooth, piping music.
She knew, sensibly, that she’d better cut the session short before things went too far. She couldn’t afford to lose this job.
Besides, Sasha had to teach school in the morning. And kindergarteners weren’t the easiest of students. However, it was the principal who Sasha feared the most. If he ever found out what Sasha’s secret night job was, he’d be sure to fire her on the spot.
CHAPTER 1
One month earlier
“S issy flicked her boogers at me!” the dark-haired boy whined, swinging back and forth and pouting in front on Sasha on the colorful carpet. She wiped a smudge of dirt from the boy’s pale face and smiled. Johnny’s lips formed a deeper pout. He was a short five-year-old, and had to make up for that disadvantage in other ways. He usually chose to tattle on the kids who didn’t play the way he liked.
“Nah-uh!” the little five-year-old girl protested, “I only wiped it on him a little bit.” Her many ponytails splayed out around her face and jumped with every shake of her head. She had beautiful dark skin and huge brown eyes.
Sasha stood up, stretched her back, and looked up at the dusty peeling ceiling of the large classroom. Only half of the lights were actually working, and it made the room a little darker than she would have liked. There was the same smell that permeated everywhere in the
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