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“It’s fine.”
“Do you want the sweatshirt you bought back?” Holly asks. When I glance over my shoulder, she’s stripping it off right there in the hall, along with the sweater underneath.
Jesus.
I allow myself to admire the breasts straining to escape her black lace bra for one long second before I grab her shoulder, shove her into the bedroom, and flip on the overhead light.
Before I can admonish her, she sits on the side of my daughter’s bed and falls straight back. “God, I’m so tired!”
“Keep your voice down,” I warn her since my mother is asleep just down the hall. If she wakes up and sees me gawking at Lyla’s half-naked friend, well, the old woman could still beat my ass.
An ass whooping is exactly what Holly needs since she was apparently raised by absentee parents. Not that I was much better…
Holly sits up and reaches for her right boot, pulling on it without it moving. Leaning back on her elbows, she looks over at me with pleading brown eyes. “Can you help me get them off?”
No. Hell no.
That’s what I should’ve said. That’s what I planned to say, along with “you can sleep in those boots for all I care.”
Instead, I find myself suddenly standing in front of her, lifting her right leg and focusing on nothing but the black boot that’s apparently glued to her skin. It takes a good deal of strength, but finally, I get it to budge free from her heel, then slide it down her leg, making sure I only touch the leather, not the smooth skin of her long legs.
When she lifts the left leg, I lose the battle and glance down between her thighs to those thin black panties I felt rubbing against me all the way home. It’s only a second before I grab the other boot, but it was a second too long.
“Mr. Perry, did you sneak a peek at my panties?” Holly asks, sounding out of breath like she’s the one fighting with the unrelenting boots.
I don’t answer her since we both know the truth. There’s no point lying. The second boot is easier since I start at the heel. I tug on it from the bottom to avoid the temptation of touching her flesh.
Before I have time to drop the boot to the floor, Holly lifts her hips, reaching for the back zipper of her leather skirt that is quickly discarded, leaving her in her matching bra and panties, laid out on the bed. She bends her knees, feet resting on the edge of the bed to make it that much more provocative. God, I wish she wasn’t so fucking radiant. Her tits are the perfect handful, her legs long enough to wrap around my waist. I know that little piece of lace fabric between her thighs would tear so easily, especially if it’s as wet as I think it is…
Fuck. I need to leave. I should’ve left as soon as she took her top off.
“I like the way you look at me, Isaac,” she whispers.Isaac. Apparently, I’m no longer Mr. Perry when she’s squirming around half-naked on a bed.
Mr. Perry feeds her, sobers her up, and gives her a ride home…while Isaac is the dirty old man gawking at her because he’s too horny to leave.
I don’t have time to respond to her comment before her hands lie on her bare stomach. It slides down to the top of her panties, and I bite back a groan, unsure if I want her to stop or keep going.
She’s nothing but an attention-hungry cocktease. That’s all this is. She won’t actually…
I don’t move a muscle. I don’t breathe or blink as her hand slides lower, down the front of the panties.
Leaving is apparently no longer an option. I’m a goddamn pervert, willing to kill for a chance to keep watching her hand move lower.
I could grab that hand to stop her before she gets to that sweet spot, but if I do, I won’t be able to resist touching her myself.
Her loud, too loud, gasp draws my attention back up to her parted lips as she reacts to those naughty fingers of hers.
I should lean over and slap my palm over her mouth to keep her quiet, but I know I can’t do that either. If I touch her, it’s over. I’m done. There will be no stopping, no holding back.
Right now, I’m only going to hell for being a horny voyeur. I refuse to go down for being a fucking predator. It would be wrong to take advantage of this girl seeking sex, or any male attention for that matter, just so she can try to find some shred of love her parents must have withheld from her.
“Ooh,” she moans, her eyes closed, back arching off the mattress, making me hate myself a little more when my cock gets even harder seeing her heaving breasts. It’s been thick and aching since I got on my damn bike an hour ago and felt the heat of her pussy through my back.
She’s a tease. Just a tease. She doesn’t actually want my hands on her, my fingers or cock buried inside of her. This is a coping mechanism because she was abandoned tonight by a man she trusted.
A man I’m going to hunt down just as soon as…
Her heavy-lidded brown eyes open to stare right up at me at the same time she moans my name.
