The Babysitter by Kenya Wright Page A

I know better. I know myself and. . .how I can't be around you alone. Damn it. I wasn't even going to come in here, but I owed you a face to face explanation.”
    “Are you sure that's the only thing you owe me? Or did you just come in here to tell me you'll be avoiding me now and tease me the whole time you do it.” I gesture to how he is lying on my bed with only his pajama pants on and a very thick erection pressing against the soft fabric near his groin. His face falters into a guilty expression, one he'd been wearing a lot these days. It hurts me to see his shaking fingers and the beads of sweat along his forehead every morning as he sits at the kitchen table with his two kids and wife doing his best to not glance my way.
    And all that guilt because he kissed me twice, while they were separated. Would his wife even feel guilty for kissing another man? Never. She'd already done way more this past year.
    “Just tonight,” I whisper. “You have to long for me as much as I long for you.”
    “I do, but my mind knows this is wrong.”
    “But what does your body say?”
    “If I did everything my body wanted, I would've had you bent over my living room couch a year ago when I first hired you.”
    “Sometimes your body is right.”
    “Trust me on this. When it comes to my dick, he's never right, just always yearning, regardless of who my actions would hurt.”
    Over his pajama pant's material, I brush my fingers against the mushroomed tip of his cock. His length jerks in his pants. I giggle as it bobs under my needy hands. “I wish I could see your dick now.”
    He bites his lips.
    “Just one look before you go.”
    “You're so bad, Paige.”
    “You have no idea how bad I could be.”
    How many nights had I lay alone in my bed, slipping my fingers in and out of my wetness and imagining Blake standing in front of me naked, his cock in his hand and him tracing my mouth with the pulsing tip? While I teased my nipples and circled my sex, I pictured him working his hand over and over on the end. He would look into my eyes and moan with such an intensity that the very sound would vibrate through to my bones. And then the moment I craved would come, that instance in time when all of his control exploded and that hot white liquid spurt out of him and painted my face. I would take it, and love every drop.
    Tonight I want to have him come all over me, just like in my head.
    Thoughts of him had soaked many sheets and played out in all of my night play.
    “I crave you, Blake. It's all I think about. I need you inside of me, fucking me.”
    “No.” He catches his breath and grabs the sheets on the other side of him so hard, the material wrinkles and waves around his fisted hand. “And I know, I could've just told you another way. I have no excuse for why I'm lying next to you, but this is the exact reason why I'm trying to avoid you in the first place. I just can't help myself when it comes to you. I—”
    “Please, don't do this.” I run my fingers through his blond waves. Those strands are silk against my skin. “She's all over town having sex with different men. Everyone knows this.”
    “It doesn't matter.” Closing his eyes, he turns, rolls away from me, and lays on his back. “Nothing justifies what we're doing, and besides I've forgiven her.”
    “You shouldn't.”
    “How could I not forgive her. You're our babysitter. You watch our kids and instead of maintaining a professional distance, I've kissed you and secretly. . .”
    “What?”
    “Touched myself while watching you swim outside of my office window.”
    I toss him a wicked grin. “I'll have to give you more to see next time.”
    “I'm being serious.”
    “Me too.”
    “Damn it. This is so wrong.”
    “No, it isn't. With all of the things she's done, how can you say that? She took your kids to another man's house for god-sake and had them sitting in the living room watching cartoons as she slept with that Romero guy in the back of his