Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Oh um, your guest just left,” she manages in a choked voice while stuffing papers into her backpack. “It was a great night, Mr. Landry. Tatum was wonderful. She ate all her fish fritters and we read a Disney book before going to bed. She fell asleep around eight, so she’ll be up bright and early tomorrow morning.”
Paisley doesn’t meet my eyes as she scrambles for her stuff, even though her cheeks are a bright pink. I know she heard me and Natalie going at it, the same way she’s heard me and my dates every single time she babysits. Another man would be ashamed, but I’m not another man, so I merely shrug before holding out some cash.
“Thanks for your help,” I say in a low voice. “Are you available again next Friday?”
My blonde babysitter grabs the bills and hurriedly stuffs them into the back pocket of her jeans. I can’t help but notice how her sweater hugs her big breasts, and how she’s got a narrow waist that flares attractively into wide hips, currently covered by skin-tight denim.
“Um, let me think,” Paisley babbles, still unable to meet my eyes. “I’ll have to check my schedule, but maybe. My birthday’s coming up, you see, and I might have something on the calendar but maybe not. I’ll let you know,” she chatters before letting herself out the front door. “Bye Mr. Landry! Have a good night!”
Right before the door closes, she looks up to meet my blue gaze, and we both stop for a moment as electricity arcs in the air between us. The sexual attraction between me and this teenage girl is something fierce and I’m just about to say something when Paisley’s eyes slide down my bronzed body as she swallows hard. The beautiful woman’s hungry for me, and I wonder if tonight’s finally going to be the night, seeing how her nipples are stiff and how I can practically smell her sweet cunt from where I stand. But then Paisley eyes become saucers as she stares at my legs. Her jaw drops, her mouth opening and closing like a soundless fish for a moment.
“Like what you see?” I chuckle.
She merely shakes her head and jumps back before shutting the door and scuttling down the front stoop of my townhouse. I stand there for a moment in silence, wondering what the hell just happened. But one glance downwards shows me the source of her consternation. My dick tip’s hanging well below the hem of my towel, and the purple helmet bangs against my knee. He’s in fine form, I see, because there’s even a trace of slick on the blunt tip, and as always, my shaft is veiny and articulated. Oh yeah, the beautiful babysitter just got an eyeful of my huge anaconda, and even better, I can tell that Paisley wants it.
Chuckling, I nod to myself because she mentioned that her birthday’s on the horizon, which can only mean one thing: soon, the sweet girl is going to turn eighteen, and then all bets are off because I’m going to claim the nubile blonde for myself.
CHAPTER 3
Paisley
“Are you serious?” Tess gasps, her brown eyes going wide. “You must be joking.”
I shake my head solemnly as we snack on Doritos in my dorm room.
“No, I’m not. I swear to god. It was nine inches at least. Of course, I didn’t measure it or anything, but Tess, this thing was hanging below the hem of his towel. He has to be nine inches at least, right? Or maybe ten? It was a big bath towel too, Tess, not one of those medium-sized ones.”
Tess shakes her head while popping another chip into her mouth.
“I don’t know because I’ve never been with a guy that size, but Pais, this is insane. Why would Mr. Landry come downstairs dressed in nothing but a towel? Doesn’t this guy have any decency?”
I snort, throwing a napkin at her.
“No, of course not! This guy is a total asshole who doesn’t give a shit about the people who work for him. It’s not even like I’m an employee or anything. I’m just a babysitter for hire, and to be honest, I’m surprised he’s even asked me back as many times as he has. I think it’s because I keep quiet, to be honest, so that he can get on with his scandalous ways.”
Tess stares at me.
“You mean, you keep quiet about the sex that he has with other women in plain hearing range of his teenage babysitter.”
“Yep, that’s right,” I nod. “He’s seriously the dirtiest playboy around. But the blonde he brought back last night was model-quality beautiful, even if he had her screeching and yowling like a cat in heat. She was truly singing to the moon.”
“Oh my god, your descriptions are so funny!” Tess giggles before taking a swig of Coke. “A yowling cat?”