I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series)

PROLOGUE

“R
emember, I’m kinda new at this,” Sasha fibbed a little. She wasn’t exactly brand new: she had done it before. She’d even gotten paid for it. She wasn’t an expert though, so she didn’t want Joey getting mad if she made a mistake. This was one of the casino’s top high rollers, and she was afraid of being punished for a mistake. She twisted her bottle of essential oils open, releasing the heady aroma of eucalyptus and peppermint into the air. Truth was, she was nervous.

It’s not as though it was first time she’d ever had a man in her bedroom:  she’d certainly taken advantage of the rare night of privacy while her roommate was away.

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Joey mumbled into the massage table, face down, his shirt off. He was a handsome older gentleman, Sasha noted:  maybe in his mid-fifties, and he resembled a young Jeff Bridges, with graying hair. Unlike Bridges, Joey kept his locks cut short. His powerful shoulders and confident stance made him look like the CEO type.

Except Sasha knew what he really was:  not a CEO by far. 
Joey was a 'made' man:  the mob, the mafia - whatever they called them nowadays, Sasha didn’t know, but the power that seeped out of Joey’s pores was intoxicating.

Beefy, well-built. It’d obviously been awhile since he’d gotten laid.  Sasha could smell the pheromones emitting from him, and they were as strong as a man’s cologne. It made her mouth water, and she knew that it would only take one touch in the right place, and she was sure to come undone beneath his hands.

Sasha bit her lip and allowed her pale, blue eyes to roam over the taut body lying before her, waiting patiently for her to begin.

She took a deep breath and steadied herself, concentrating on the soft ambient music filtering out of the built-in speakers. As much as she wanted to just jump right on Nate– and
oh God!
did she want to – she knew the benefits of taking her time. After all, there was no hurry.

Joey
was the type of man who was used to being serviced, who always got what he wanted, Sasha could tell, and she was going to enjoy this immensely.

The candles flickered, casting dancing amber shadows across the cream-coloured walls, as the oil pouring into Sasha’s hand slid down her slender forearms. Two, three drops fell from her elbow and splashed onto
Joey’s skin.

Sasha smiled to herself as the mature man’s buttocks clenched unwittingly under his jeans at the unexpected sensation.

“You ready?” she asked, in a deeply sensuous voice, rubbing her hands together to evenly distribute the oil.

“Better take off my pants,”
Joey said, sitting up and unbuttoning them.  He was thick and had a semi-hard-on already.  Sasha had actually never seen a bulge that big, and the thought of what lay beneath his boxers made her imagination go wild.

“All right,”
Joey said, lying face down on the bed. “Do me.”

Shivers went up Sasha’s spine at the command. She swallowed hard.

She laid her slender hand on Joey’s upper back; the pressure was firm, but not painful, as she slid her hands up and down Joey’s upper back and shoulders, gliding her thumbs like magic, working out the kinks and knots that had gathered there from days spent behind a desk.

“Mmm, that’s right,”
Joey said, his voice barely more than a growl of pleasure as he enjoyed the pressure running up and down his spine.

It was the type of growl that drove women crazy and got them aroused fast, and Sasha was no exception.

Her heart was racing and there was that familiar ache between her legs. It’d been so long since Sasha had gotten laid, and her mind couldn’t shift from the thought of sitting on Joey’s lap, riding his cock, kissing him, holding onto the back of his neck, running her fingers through his salt and pepper hair, gripping hard as she began to lose control.

Her eyes floated down to
Joey’s muscular backside.  His boxer briefs were floating over his thick rump, 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 building; as if they didn’t make a cleaner strong enough to get rid of little kid sweat and molding baseboards.

Sasha sighed and tried to keep from laughing. These kids were hilarious.  So small, and yet they were already developing real personalities. The boy ducked from a swipe aimed at him and almost got her back, but Sasha stopped them with a stern look.

“Settle down, you two,” she said, rising from the mini-chair she sat in. “It’s almost graham cracker time.” A gust of wind blew hard against the old windows, shaking them violently. Sasha shivered and buttoned her shirt another button.

“Yay!” they both said, hopping up and down and bouncing over to the other chaotic kids. At the mention of food, the children gathered together and waited expectantly with hungry looks on their faces. Sasha looked around at their cute little faces while she waited until she had all of their attention.

“All right everybody, the first person to sit down gets the crackers first,” she said. She wondered if she had any graham crackers left. She looked over to the tall cabinets that covered an entire wall of the classroom. They all rushed to sit down first, then started pushing each other, fighting over who was going to get it.

She looked back:  thank God she was patient with these kids. Kids never bothered her.  No matter how they might whine or throw temper tantrums, she had the gift of patience with them. She went over to the cabinets and opened one, searching each shelf in it for a box of graham crackers.  It smelled like coffee and stale crackers in the cabinet, and dust drifted out and floated above her face. Finding an opened box at the top, her fingers reached for it and she pulled it down. She looked inside the empty-feeling cardboard box.

There were hardly any graham crackers left.  She’d forgotten to buy some more when she was at the 7-Eleven last night. Even though she was just about dead broke, she always set aside some money to buy the kids graham crackers, since, for many of them, the meal at school was the only meal they were going to get all day.  And even though her school was always crying budget cuts, she didn’t mind digging into her paltry salary for the kids. She wished she could do more, but even crackers were a squeeze.

“Shoot,” she said to herself. She heard a chorus of giggles behind her as she closed the cabinet.

“Oooh!” Johnny said, “You said the ‘S’ word!”Johnny was always the first one to point out any of his classmates’ mistakes or tell on them when they did something wrong. He had that ‘I’m telling on you’ expression on his face that Sasha sometimes dreaded.

“Oooooh!” everyone chimed in.

Sasha blushed and smiled as she looked at the children. “I’m sorry. Don’t tell anybody, okay?” she said in a tone of voice that indicated that keeping the secret was a big responsibility. Most of the cherubic faces nodded and a few put a fingers to their lips.

“Only if you give us extra cookies,” Johnny blackmailed, another one of his talents.

“You’re something else,” Sasha said, walking over to them.

“No, I’m not! I know you are, but what am I?” Johnny exclaimed.

“It’s just an expression, Johnny,” Sasha responded with a  smile. What to do? What to do? “Today, we’re going to learn all about sharing.”

Johnny scrunched his face. “I don’t like sharing.”

“Well, we’re going to learn it.  And each of us is going to break our crackers into two and give half of it to the person next to us.” She tried to sound like it was a cool thing to do and couldn’t wait to do it herself.

The kids groaned. She felt badly about it. These kids were smart:  they knew she didn’t have enough. Most of these kids lived in the inner city and were used to not having enough. That’s why she liked working there:  she really wanted to make a difference.

She passed the crackers out, one at a time, each kid breaking them in half. It took a while to get the kids to settle down, but eventually after their crackers, they were able to take their naps and she could have a moment to herself. She was exhausted.

As she tucked the last kid in and stood up, the door opened. A gorgeous blonde woman in her thirties and wearing an Chanel no. 5 sneaked in.  She tiptoed over to Sasha and she shook her hand, immediately recognizing her as one of the kid’s parents. Her dark brown eyes lit up at the sight of her.  Sasha was a beautiful girl, with a sweet face and curling red hair and a friendly, easy-going demeanour.  She had befriended many of the parents.

“Hey gorgeous,” she whispered softly, “how’s it going?” Her breath smelled like mints and chocolate. She wondered how many women must hate her because she could eat chocolate and still be in great shape.

“Good, Virginia. Thanks,” she whispered back, watching the eighteen sleeping kids on their mats. “I’m sorry she fell asleep already. I don’t want to wake up the rest of the kids.” She shook her head and leaned on the desk next to her.

“No, it’s fine. I just got off work early, and I thought I’d take her to the park. But it’s fine. I’ve got some time to kill. So how have you been?” She was dressed like a celebrity.  Sasha tried to remember where she worked.

“Great, you know, just keeping these little guys busy. I’m actually hoping to get a raise this week. I could really use it, you know.” She probably didn’t, with how fancy she was dressed. She was the exception among the parents. “It’s just that the principal told me that he needs to talk to me about something specific. I hope that’s what he means. I’ve been due for a raise for a little while.” She brushed some of the dust from the cabinet off her shoulder away from her.