The Babysitter

The Babysitter

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

The Babysitter

Copyright © 2013 by Kenya Wright
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In my guest room, Blake caresses my neck and surrounds me with his scent, a haunting mixture of rosemary and lavender, so subtle, yet sure to sink into my sheets, so that I can smell him minutes after he leaves and goes to his sleeping wife. We lay in each others' arms. Candlelight flickers across his bare chest. Shadows hide half of his chiseled face. We haven't even taken all our clothes off yet, but I'm already dreading the moment he'll have to go.

Why did his wife come back?

I worked with him for one year. It took the whole time for him to work himself up to our first kiss, which just happened two weeks ago.
I need more than kisses. I've waited for too long already.
Usually we hang out in my room until the sun comes up, watching movies and drifting slowly into sleep. Once dawn came he would wake himself up and sneak back into his room so his two kids wouldn't see him departing from mine. But his wife just returned after leaving him for another man for the second time in their marriage. There won't be any cuddling together tonight. She wants to try and make things work, maybe see if they can start again.

No. You had many chances. Now it's my turn and I want him all to myself.

But as the days continue, it doesn't seem like I'll get my way. It is his wife after all, regardless of whether she hurt him or not, his love for her is still there. I catch the emotion in his eyes as he talks to her about his day over dinner each night. It's in his fingers when he squeezes her hand and places a gentle peck on her cheek. Their love, no matter how cracked and distorted still thickens the air in the house and makes it hard for me to breathe.

What will happen to him and me?

I gaze at Blake now as he studies the curve of my neck and how my vanilla flesh shivers with each massage of his hands. He doesn't look the same, not like the other times he's come to me, before she returned. Anticipation doesn't radiate from him, just desire and subtle hints of regret.

Or maybe I'm just imagining it all.

This is the first time we've been able to talk. Last Sunday, his wife arrived out of no where and disrupted dinner, crying that she missed them all. What could Blake do as his kids watched, but get up and hold their mother? Every day after that, she kept close to him, never letting him out of her sight.

Until tonight. She must've fallen asleep before him.

As soon as he knocked on my door, I opened it, pulled him in, and attacked his face with wet kisses. His mouth protested, whispering he couldn't and shouldn't. But, his hands explored, and so I tugged him further, step by step to my bed with every intention of never letting him go and ignoring his low pleas of no.

“Paige, we can't do this anymore.” Lust pools within his blue eyes. Regret and need war within his voice. “This started off so innocent. Talking at night together and watching a few movies. But now this isn't so clean or clear to decipher. I'm in your room. . .kissing you, again, after I told you I wouldn't anymore.”

“I love your mouth on me.”

“Janet is back.”

“I don't care.”

“I do. Janet and I should try and make this work for Alyssa and Sammy.”

I press my lips together, unable to come up with a rebuttal when it comes to his kids, those two sweethearts. God knows they deserve a happy home after so many years of their parents' arguing and separations.

But what about Blake and me? There won't be an us, not if his wife continues to pretend like she has changed.

But she hasn't. She's still getting calls from strange men when Blake is at work. She's still rushing off to meetings with “friends” and leaving the kids with me. I gaze at him and tuck my black hair behind my ears. “Just give me tonight.”

Sighing, he licks his lips, considers it for a few seconds, and then abruptly shakes his head. “No. I can't. Shit. I can't believe I even had to think about it.” He runs his fingers through his blond hair. “I shouldn't even be here. 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 house.”

He cringed. “Please keep your voice down, and I'm well aware of all the things she's done. This is still wrong.”

“Why?”

“Why? Besides the fact that I pledged to be committed to her?”

Clearly, only one of you pledged that.

I roll my eyes. “Yes, besides your pledge, what else is it?”

“You're young.”

“I'm twenty. You're only ten years older.”

“Fifteen years older.”

“You look five years older.” I sit up and pull off my gown. The satin slides across my skin. My pink nipples pebble as a cool breeze flows in from my open bedroom window and gently pushes the sheer white curtains up. I don't have huge breasts, but mine are a handful to any lucky man. Tonight, I need him to put them in his hands and play until I can't take anymore. “I don't think this is wrong.”

He opens his eyes and widens them when he realizes my gown is off. “I'm married.”

“And I don't care.”

“You should.”

“Why?”

He drinks my bare breasts in and shifts his gaze to my tiny panties. “You deserve better.”

“You are better.” I drop my gown to the side and lay on his chest, pressing my erect nipples against his hard layers of muscle and slowly rub myself against him. My body is hungry, so greedy for that stiff cock between his toned thighs. The first time he kissed me weeks ago, he shattered my soul. Cracked my entire being into little bits of the girl I used to be. When it comes to us finally having sex one day, I'll be his to reform, his to fuck so hard until I scream for more.

“No more kissing and we can't do anything else.” He seizes my arms. His pale fingers are feathery whips, and when his skin meets my flesh, I explode. Just from one soft touch, just from finally ignoring my conscience and falling down into that hot pool of desire that's been filling up inside of me, from the very first day he hired me on as his babysitter. Arousal soaks my panties. Heat envelops my throbbing clit.

“I'm not going to take no for an answer.”

With a sad gaze, he lifts me off him and places me on my back. Right when I think he's going to climb on top of me, he gets off of the bed. “You'll have to take no, Paige.”

Anger surges through me.

Why did that evil woman have to return? Hasn't she hurt him and their kids enough? And why the hell does he have to try again with her, when his body and mind yearns for something else?

I look up at him. “Or what?”

He walks to the door and pauses. “What do you mean?”

“You said I'll have to take no for an answer.” I cross my arms over my naked breasts and shudder from the feel of those stiff nipples pressing against my arm. “I'm asking you what you'll do if I don't take no for an answer.”

“Let's not go there. Let's just try to bring things back to normal for the sake of Alyssa and Sammy. You're the only reason why they've been able to deal with our family's craziness. You've kept their minds off of it all.”