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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  The Teacher and the Virgin - Sneak Peek

  About The Author

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  The Teacher and the Virgin - Sneak Peek

  About The Author

  Spoil Me, Daddy

  The Virgin Pact, Book 2

  By

  Jessa James

  Copyright

  Spoil Me, Daddy: Copyright © 2017 by Jessa James

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electrical, digital or mechanical including but not limited to photocopying, recording, scanning or by any type of data storage and retrieval system without express, written permission from the author.

  Published by Jessa James

  James, Jessa

  Spoil Me, Daddy

  Cover design copyright 2017 by Jessa James, Author

  Images/Photo Credit: Stocksy: Julien L. Balmer

  Publisher’s Note:

  This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

  Chapter One

  Gabe

  I hadn’t even made it through the front door of my best friend’s house and my dick was hard. It wasn’t because of him. It wasn’t just Greg who’d answered the door, but with him were two young women. One was his new love interest, Jane. And although she was pretty, it was her friend who made me feel like a little kid who’d just seen tits for the first time. Not only did she get my attention, but my dick’s, too.

  When Greg told me he had someone in mind to babysit my niece, I was expecting some socially awkward teenager who’d gotten the short end of the puberty stick. Wasn’t that how babysitters were portrayed in movies, complete with the glasses, bangs, and forehead of pimples?

  I looked at her – Mary – from head to toe. Yes, she had the bangs, but her emerald eyes were scot-free of any glasses, and every inch of her gorgeous skin looked flawless. It didn’t even look like she was wearing make-up, it was so subtle, yet she could turn heads. It did mine.

  I blinked my eyes a couple of times and instantly glanced at those D-cups. I hadn’t meant to, but they were pointing right at me. When I brought my head up, I could see Mary’s smirk curved very slightly into a small grin. I was good at reading people; Mary liked the way I was looking at her. The way I was reacting to just the sight of her. I should behave, I knew it, but I couldn’t control the urge to ogle her. What I really wanted was to touch, kiss, taste that creamy skin, put a flush on her cheeks as I made her whimper with need, fill her with my dick and watch her curves bounce as I thrust hard and deep. God, I was screwed and I hadn’t even gotten past the doorway.

  I was an animal for thinking about her in such a way, but she was gorgeous, with her oval-shaped face and high cheekbones…and sexy, too, with slender legs, a full ass, and an endowed rack. Her hair was long and dark, almost black, framing her perfect face, pouting pink lips and green eyes that sparkled with innocence and desire at the same time. The look made my entire body go on high alert, my cock turning rock hard.

  This was a woman I could teach, protect and thoroughly enjoy introducing to the world of sex and heat and breath-stealing pleasure. I had no doubt she was innocent. She might have fucked a high school boy before, but there was no doubt she’d never been with a man. With most women, I usually had to pick between innocent and sexy. I couldn’t haven’t both. But Mary? She was perfection. I wanted her.

  Which was stupid. She was eighteen. Jane’s best friend. The fucking babysitter. And just that fast, I felt like a schmuck. A real asshole. But this was insta-love or some shit like that because she was going to be mine. Mary was mine, she just didn’t know it yet.

  “Hey man, you alright?” Greg’s words brought me back down to Earth.

  “Yeah,” I easily recovered from my daydreaming/salivating. “So, you’re Mary?”

  Our eyes maintained contact – my azure ones meeting her green ones. She looked at me with her bottom lip pouting slightly, and her arms were crossed, one over the other, to rest below her breasts. With the additional support, her cleavage deepened, and so did her smile. I didn’t know which to look at.

  “It’s nice to meet you…”

  “Gabe,” came my smooth reply, as I extended my arm to shake her hand.

  “That’s so formal,” Mary responded. She took a step, then two, closer to me, opening her arms wide and brought me into a hug. I was too surprised to hug her back, too caught up in the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest.

  “Don’t tell me you hug your teachers that way?” I asked, my tone teasing. When she pulled away, she raised an eyebrow at me and turned to face Greg. He taught Civics and Government at the nearby private school for girls, and Mary had been his student. She just graduated and wanted to earn some extra income before college started in the fall, and it just so happened I was looking for a sitter.

  I’d promised my sister I’d look after Ashley, her two-year-old, during her six-month deployment to the Middle East, but I still needed to work. As an architect, construction sites weren’t exactly the place to take a two-year-old. When I stole a glance at Mary, I couldn’t help but think she was heaven-sent. Not only did she look like an angel, but she was one, too. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without a sitter. I loved my niece, but I couldn’t be with her twenty-four/seven. Besides, I had no mothering instincts whatsoever.

  “Isn’t anyone hungry yet? I’m starving!” Jane exclaimed. Greg had met his match with her, and by the satisfied look on his face, he’d put her in her place: beneath him. Or maybe on his lap. Or on her hands and knees. I wasn’t interested in Jane, and my thoughts shifted to thinking about Mary in those positions. With me.

  “Did Greg wear you out? Is that why you’re hungry?” Mary teased her friend and I choked, shocked. Yeah, I’d had similar thoughts, but those words from sweet Mary?

  I switched my glance from Jane to Greg repeatedly, and I could see Jane’s cheeks start to turn red. That was the kind of shit I liked to give Greg non-stop, and that was exactly why we were friends. That Mary was joining in on the fun made her twice as interesting. I just hoped I could get her to blush like that.

  I couldn’t help but stare at the girl…or rather, woman. Woman – that was what I meant. For a couple of eighteen-year-olds, Mary and Jane looked mature, all grown-up – in an extremely good way. Their clothes were tight, hugging perky breasts and tight asses, but Mary knocked me dead with a megawatt smile that make my dick stir. Which was not good, not right now. Not on Greg’s front stoop. But a man who didn’t stare at them was probably gay. It was no wonder Greg was nuts for Jane, that he got some all the time.

  When he first told me he had the hots for an eighteen-year-old, I gave him shit. Greg was handsome, and he knew how to work the beard. He was eve
n a lawyer, or would be once he passed the Bar exam. He was a catch. Women his age would flaunt themselves at him, but according to him, there was just something about Jane, something that actually made him get into a committed relationship. Last time I talked to him, he was thinking marriage—which was nuts. He hadn’t asked Jane yet, but she’d practically moved in with him. Her family was usually off traveling the world, so devoting her time to Greg appeared to be an easy choice. And if I had a woman like her in my bed every night...

  “You’re just jealous you don’t have a hot, young girlfriend…and sex-on-demand,” returned Greg. Yeah, he’d read my mind.

  “That was gold, man.” I clapped my friend on the back. “You got me there. No sex-on-demand, and I’m done with the one-night-stands.”

  “Hmmm…” My head moved to look at the owner of the soft voice. Mary was looking at me with a curious brow raised before she curved her lips up into a small smile. Then, she looked away and wrapped an arm around Jane’s.

  “I heard we’re having steaks,” she said. “I’ll help get things ready.”

  “All the food’s been prepped,” Greg told her. “I just need to grill the steaks. Come on in.”

  Greg and Jane, hand in hand, led us toward the kitchen.

  Mary said, “Thank you for inviting me over for dinner, Mr. Parker. Your home’s lovely.”

  “No, thank you,” came his response before he glanced at me for a second. “You’ll be doing Gabe a huge favor by looking after his niece this summer.”

  “No problem, I love children,” she replied, her tone almost cooing, as she met my eyes. “How often does she need to be watched?”

  Before I could open my mouth to speak, Greg was quick to say, “Before you two talk business and start being boring, let’s eat first. Potatoes and salad are ready, and the steak will come in a few minutes.”

  With a series of nods, the three of us took our seats. I sat beside Mary, our legs touching beneath the table, and I couldn’t help the sudden stirring feeling inside me.

  Damn.

  Damn. Damn. Damn. I was in trouble. My dick was getting a zipper imprint just because our thighs were touching.

  That was all I thought throughout dinner. When Mary tied her ebony hair up into a ponytail, exposing her nape, I couldn’t help but hitch my breath. I tried my best to be as subtle as possible. When Mary opened her luscious, red lips to take a bite of the steak, I used all my willpower not to wonder what they would look like around my dick. When she easily contributed to the conversation with her light, feminine voice, I discovered she was smart and witty as well as beautiful. Everything about her – I just wanted to experience more. Hell, I fucking wanted to taste her. All of her.

  “How’s your steak?” she asked.

  Out of courtesy and a little nudge from my dick, I glanced at her, more like stared, actually. Her lips curved up into a small smile, and she turned so her upper torso leaned toward me. My eyes glanced down to look at her cleavage. I couldn’t help it. I was only a man and fuck... it was lush and she was more than a handful. I clenched my fists so I wouldn’t cup her in my palms and feel how heavy they were, see how they overflowed over my fingers. When I looked back up, her smile had turned into a curious smirk. It was as if she was taunting me.

  There was no doubt she was flirting. I’d had experience with women trying to grab my attention; I knew most of what they stored in their bag of tricks, and it looked like Mary was playing the same game. I shook my head subtly. I didn’t want to think about it too much. She was eighteen years old.

  When I’d been eighteen, I was an awkward, lanky kid who didn’t know how to flirt. The girls back then were the same. We were all naïve and knew close to nothing when it came to attracting the opposite sex. From the looks of it, Mary had no problem with getting my attention. Hell, I wasn’t going to be able to forget her. No, her scent, her eyes, her curves were burned into my brain. She had me, and my dick, wrapped around her little finger.

  “Gabe?” she called out my name when I still hadn’t responded to her.

  “It’s great. Want a bite?”

  Automatically, I sliced my meat, forked the small portion, and held it up right in front her mouth. I saw the way her eyes widened at my gesture, surprise painted on her face. Looking at her, I couldn’t move my head away. From her high cheekbones and full lips, every part of her complemented each other to form a masterpiece. She finally leaned forward, opened her lips, and had a taste of my steak. When the medium-rare meat touched her tongue, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste, before she opened them again. Holy fuck, the sound she made. Part moan, part gasp, I wanted her to make that sound again, but when she came all over my cock.

  This was an intro to a fucking porn video.

  Especially with the way she looked and moved – feminine, youthful, and yet calculating – it was hard not to want to know more about her. She didn’t act or speak or look like an eighteen-year-old. My dick didn’t care about her age. She was legal, she was gorgeous, she was smart, she was into me. She was mine.

  As dinner continued and conversation lengthened and turned lighter and more informal, I was starting to see her as someone who didn’t let herself be dictated by her age. She talked about her plans for the future; she was going to take up early education since she wanted to be a pre-school teacher. It was noble, and I saw myself wanting to know everything about her. She wasn’t just the gorgeous and sexy Catholic schoolgirl that made my dick hard, although the thought of her in her plaid uniform skirt was making my cock press painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

  She was a complex human being who wanted more in life than just to coast through. She had hopes and dreams and was going to move across the country for college.

  “Are you ready for the big move yet?” I asked her. Jane had just come back from the kitchen to take the strawberry cheesecake from the refrigerator. She cut a slice each for us, handed the plates over, then took her seat beside Greg. All eyes turned to Mary.

  “Hmm…” There was a tinge of hesitation in her voice. “Not really. Honestly, I don’t want to move, and I planned to go to the local college, but my mom keeps telling me that specific college is the best for a degree in education. And that’s the only school she’ll pay for.”

  I frowned. “I’m sure you can talk to her about it,” I offered, tilting my lips up into a warm smile which she returned. Her mom sounded like a bitch if she was dictating where her daughter went to school. Withholding money for any other place? That was blackmail.

  I didn’t want to see her upset and this conversation was clearly ruining her mood. I decided to change the subject. “I’m just thankful I found you to look after Ashley. I promise she’s well-behaved.”

  Mary was quick to shake her head, obviously disagreeing with what I just said. “She’s two. She shouldn’t behave all the time. It’s not a problem at all. I swear. I love kids, and I’ve already planned to take her to some parks and the science museum. I’m sure there’s also more than enough time to take her to the zoo.”

  “Save the zoo for the weekend,” I quickly piped up. “The three of us will go together.”

  I didn’t miss the sneaky smirks that surfaced on Jane’s and Greg’s faces. My friend looked at me and raised his eyebrow. Yeah, I was just as fucked as he was. No, I hoped to be getting fucked as much as he was. Soon. I just had to get Mary naked and beneath me, show her she was mine.

  Jane started shaking her head as she looked from me to Mary. I knew what they were thinking. They put us together as employer and babysitter, but had they done a little matchmaking, too? I didn’t care if they thought that. I just wanted Mary any way I could get her.

  “We’ll leave you two,” said Greg, taking the dinner plates off the table and leaving the cheesecake. “I’m sure you want to come to an agreement before she starts sitting for Ashley. Jane and I will be in the kitchen.”

  Yeah, matchmaking. Worked for me. I had to remember to buy Greg a beer the next time we had a guy’s night. I o
wed him one.

  When the two of them left the room, I turned to face Mary, to give her my full attention. Our knees touched and she stared up at me with a mix of a smile and a smirk. With our closeness, I couldn’t help but inhale her womanly scent, and I knew right then and there that I was a goner.

  She might be my new babysitter, but there was no fucking way I’d be able to keep my hands off her.

  Chapter Two

  Mary

  I’d finally found him – the guy who was going to take my virginity.

  I’d begun to worry – that I’d go to college without ever going past second base. I didn’t want to be the last of us among our friends to finally do it. To lose my V-card. Jane had succeeded with a home-run just a week after we graduated. She’d told me all about it. Well, most of it and I was so jealous. I’d lay in bed at night, touch myself and think of my own hot guy. A man who’d tell me what to do, to take me, fuck me, fill me. Night after night I dreamed of the one and now I’d found him.

  It’d been a month since graduation. Aside from the whole virgin thing, I just wanted to get away from my house because it felt like every time I was home, my stress levels were off the charts. My mom was to blame for everything. Going to the local college would’ve been much more affordable, but she was willing to pay thousands of dollars more per semester to have me across the country so she could have alone time with her new fiancé.

  Yeah, the whole “that college has the best early education program” speech was bullshit. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t hear their mating calls from my bedroom. They didn’t even care if I heard or saw everything they were doing. Dinner with those two was a nightmare. They were always feeling each other up, more than they would eat their food – and right in front of me.

  I wanted out of the house as much as she wanted me gone, but I didn’t need to go two time zones away to give them space. Going to dinner at Mr. Parker’s house to meet a guy who needed a summer babysitter was great timing. I couldn’t miss my mom leading Bob into her bedroom. Gag. But Jane had called and I’d accepted. I just had to remember that Mr. Parker wasn’t my teacher anymore and I was supposed to call him Greg.