Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(5)

The day went fine after that. After several hours of playing, she became fussy and went down for a long nap. As she slept, I thought about what was going to happen when Gabe came home. The hours passed in what felt like forever.

The days with Ashley after that fell into a routine, the hours alternating between playing and learning. I felt she knew more than I did when I was her age. She could match shapes, colors, and numbers, and she was quick to label certain body parts from a children’s book. When it came to fun, there were building blocks, jumbo-sized legos, and the backyard inflatable pool to choose from.

I hadn’t seen much of Gabe other than a quick hello at the door before he left for work or a “Thanks” at the door before I went home. Three days of simple pleasantries. Three days with nothing but heated stares from Gabe. Nothing more. If he didn’t make a move soon, I was going to combust.

I knew he wanted me, knew there was chemistry between us. If he wasn’t going to move things along, then I was. Was I being bold? Yes. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I was not going to college a virgin. So when I got dressed this morning, I decided on a plaid skirt – not my old school uniform – and a tank top. I debated whether to leave the house with my bra on or off and went for the latter.

Gabe always eyed my breasts. He wasn’t sleazy about it, but I couldn’t miss it. And he wouldn’t miss the way my hardened nipples tried to poke out of the thin material of my top. For a second, I thought it’d be too much. I was going over to babysit…but I also wanted to seduce him. I wasn’t going to spend the summer waiting for him to make a move. No, if I wanted his cock buried deep inside my needy pussy, I needed to make it clear.

“Fake it ‘til you make it,” I whispered to myself. I had zero experience when it came to sex. My only sexual adventure was kissing other girls during parties. It was fun, safe, and a little hot even, and the guys – well, boys who watched – always loved it. I’d had a few of them come on to me, but I’d never gotten wet for any of them. Never wanted them to touch me and never considered one of them to be the one to take my virginity. No, I wanted that for someone special.

For Gabe.

But those had all been boys. They all acted immaturely and just talked a big game. I had a feeling they held off doing anything because they didn’t actually know what to do. With Gabe, I figured he was holding off because I was too young. I wasn’t too young. Well, I didn’t think he was too old.

I bit my bottom lip. I knew my reputation at the private school. Everyone had thought I was so experienced because I’d always gave tips and advice I’d read off the internet. I knew what to do when it came to sex, be it oral, vaginal, or anal. I’d watched enough porn, but I was just hoping expectation was close to reality.

Fake it ‘til you make it, my inner voice repeated in my head, and I gave myself a nod of confidence. I needed that especially later if I was going to get Gabe to see me as more than just the summer babysitter and finally take my virginity.

No bra then.

I boldly tossed the lace back onto my bed. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, more than satisfied with how I looked. My skirt was short and flirty. The nude, lace thong beneath made it look like I wasn’t wearing any underwear, if he ever flipped up skirt. My nipples were hard and perky, and my breasts were large and full enough to be flush against my tank top.

Perfect.

I was dressed to kill, or rather, I was dressed to have sex.

When Gabe opened the door for me this morning, I couldn’t miss how his eyes immediately went to my breasts and he inhaled ever so slightly. I couldn’t miss it. He looked curiously at me, questioning, probably wanting to know why I wasn’t wearing a bra. I hadn’t been bold, until now. I crossed my arms and rested them below my breasts to deepen my cleavage. Yeah, that was bold.

He coughed loudly, clearing his throat. “I’m late,” he murmured, grabbing his briefcase. “Ashley’s in the book corner.” He dashed out then, one last glance at me, then raking down my body before he shut the door behind him.

***

When I heard the door open that night, it was a few minutes after seven and Ashley was fast asleep in her toddler bed. I was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes.

“Oh,” Gabe said, stepping inside from the garage. Obviously, he was at a loss for words.

It wasn’t my fault. He’d caught me by surprise. I was bent over, loading the bottom rack of the dishwasher. I instantly stood up, realizing my skirt had ridden up and he could see my bare bottom and the little line of my thong. I almost dropped a plate on the floor, and apologized to him. So much for seducing him. What man gets turned on by a woman filling a dishwasher?

The next words out of his mouth shocked me…but in a good way. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”





Chapter Three


Gabe


She was doing it on purpose. I fucking knew it. It was the first time she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra, but she’d been taunting me with her perky tits and smooth thighs ever since the night we met.

I wasn’t going to pretend I was a saint. I fucking loved it every time Mary displayed that full ass of hers and slender legs. And the way her nipples poked against her thin tank top? Yeah, I was an asshole for staring, but I was only a man. A horny man with fucking blue balls.

School was already over, high school a thing of the past for her, but she’d still come to babysit Ashley wearing a short skirt that reminded me of her old uniform. My mind was telling me to stay away, and I’d been able to do it up until now, but my dick was hard every time I saw her. Hard? No, it was a steel beam in my pants.