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Because I was most definitely not falling for Liam Hot Professor Zaddy O’Neil.
TEN
LIAM
It was the Friday before midterm break, so I let my last class out early and canceled my office hours. No one was going to show up when all the students were either headed home for a long weekend or off to get plastered somewhere. I had big plans to hang out with Finn for the next few days, including a trip to the pumpkin patch, all-you-can-eat pancakes, and meeting the guys at Imagination Station, while Kennedy could enjoy some well-deserved time off.
Opening the front door of my house, I heard music playing in the kitchen, but when I popped my head in, it was empty save for more hand puppets. These were Halloween-themed: Frankenstein, a jack-o’-lantern, a bat, and a scarecrow. At least, I thought it was a scarecrow.
Checking the time, I figured Finn was down for his nap, and I smiled. I was looking at a four-day weekend, so I’d treat myself to a beer. Right after I changed.
The carpeting muffled my steps as I took them two at a time, my forward momentum speeding me past Kennedy’s open bedroom door. Until I saw something out of the corner of my eye and backtracked.
Andfuuuuuck.
I immediately spun away, heading straight to my room, with the image of a naked Kennedy burned into my retinas. I couldn’t blink the picture away. Not of her long, wet hair hanging halfway down her back. Or her dimpled thighs. Or the dark brown birthmark on the top of her ass, a slightly misshapen heart that I wanted to bite.
Fuck me.
I jammed my fingers into my eyes, but there she was in the front of my mind, golden and dewy. I doubted anything short of a lobotomy could make me forget the curve of her hips or her round belly.
Every person had physical attributes they were attracted to. Some liked a certain eye color or height. A lot of guys liked big asses or pouty lips. Me? I liked women to besoft, and there was not one inch of Kennedy that wasn’t supple.
Suddenly desperate for a soft place to land, my cock stiffened almost painfully.
I shut my door, leaning heavily against it as I shook out my hands. As if I could rid the tingles in my fingers, the desire to dig them into her skin, leave marks on her hips as I drove into her.
“Fucking shit,” I muttered, unbuttoning my pants and ripping my zipper down.
I hated myself. Hated that I couldn’t control my instincts. Hated that I now knew exactly how much my son’s nanny affected me, and that I couldn’t even wait five goddamn seconds until I had my hand wrapped around my dick.
“Christ,” I hissed, gripping it tightly. I turned and slapped my hand against the wall, letting my chin drop toward my chest as guilt and shame warred with want and need. “This is what you do to me.”
I thrust once into my fist before lifting my hand to my mouth and spitting on my palm. I wrapped it around my cock again, completely disgusted with myself and yet unable to stop.
She was my son’s nanny.
And I was jerking off to her.
My exhales were harsh, and I squeezed my eyes shut, dying to finish and still trying to hold off.
I held all the power over Kennedy, and it wasn’t right.
But… “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me.” It felt right.
I gritted my teeth and pumped faster, imagining Kennedy under me. Staring up at me with those big, dark eyes, licking her perfect lips, sighing and moaning so sweetly like I knew she would.
“Good fucking Christ.” I couldn’t stand it.
Couldn’t stand myself.
Couldn’t stand that she was living in my house.
Couldn’t stand that I couldn’t ever touch her.
It was wrong on so many levels, but I worked my hand harder, thinking of her legs wrapped around my neck, of pressing my face to her pussy, of breathing her in and kissing every centimeter of her body.
“Shit,” I growled, dropping my forearm to the wall, resting my forehead on it, as if I could pretend I wasn’t erupting like a teenager after seeing his first real-life pair of tits. But I was.
