Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Wrong.
I can see someone sitting in the steaming pool, but their back is to me as I head toward the bubbling pit of steaming water. Avoiding eye contact with the person as I step inside is essential as I sit on the built-in bench just under the surface. A moan slips from my throat as the hot sensation makes me forget I'm not alone.
There are jets on the bench that blow with enough pressure to make an orgasm explode out of me. However, I refrain from trying to find one with a stranger sitting across from me. My eyelids open and close lazily from my run. The propulsion of hot water bubbling around my body has me ready to fall asleep.
Someone speaks to me. "Miss Shaw, you shouldn't fall asleep in here. It's dangerous."
The familiar voice is like an alarm to my system. I sit straight up when I see Professor Sheridan sitting across from me.
"Professor Sheridan, what are you doing here?" I blurt out as I automatically put my arm across my breasts.
He smirks and tosses his gaze away from me. "Trying to relax. You can call me, Aidan, outside of my office."
"Doesn't the faculty have their own, you know, facilities, Aidan?"
I drop my arm, remembering my plan to find him and seduce him into doing what I want. I want him to see me, to see his effect on my body, even if it's the mild excitement of my nipples budding through the thin fabric of my bathing suit. It seems luck is on my side tonight.
"We do, but this is the only working hot tub. I just got in. I can leave if you're uncomfortable, Miss Shaw."
"No," I blurt out. "You can stay, but if you don't mind, I'd like to move closer to you. One of my favorite spots here is over there. Please call me Addison."
He nods, slides over a few inches, and waves his hand for me to move freely. Water glistens over every ripple and curve of his muscular torso. He's even better looking without a shirt on. I catch him staring at me as I stand up to move closer.
When I find the spot, he offers me his hand to steady me when I sit. The strength of his hand reminds me of him lifting me to my feet. I never want him to stop touching me. His hand grazes my bare thigh as I sit right on the jet. My pulse rockets to a breakneck speed as images of losing my virginity to Aidan in this hot tub flood my imagination.
"I thought that sitting in your preferred spot would help you relax, Addison," he says with his eyes closed and his knuckles grazing me under the surface.
A stuttering breath blows through my mouth. My voice holds the slightest tremor when I speak. "Well, normally, this is relaxing. I can, um, release and get out. But I'm used to being alone."
"That sounds lonely. You've never had anyone help you relax here?" he asks, his lids still shut and his head tilting back.
"No. Never," I reply. His touch distracts me from my plan to show him I can pay attention to details.
Aidan lifts his head to look at me with a questioning gaze. "No one's ever been with you in a hot tub?"
"No one's ever been with me ever," I tell him as the jets bubble through the sheer material of my bathing suit. It's as if the bubbles of the hot tub are syncing with my building lust and sexual anticipation.
He eases his hand onto the top of my thigh. When I don't stop him, he asks, "No one's ever touched you here?"
"No." I shake my head as I try to control my breathing.
Aidan inches his fingers higher, toward my waist and then my inner thigh. "And, here?"
"No."
He slides his hand directly over the apex of my thighs. I stiffen as I feel a single finger rub over my clit and between my folds over my bathing suit.
"Here?" he asks.
'Never," I embarrassingly admit.
When he slides the fabric to the side and I feel his finger touching me, skin to skin, I nearly explode. My hands are planted on the bench as he rubs me delicately. His fingertip circles my entrance and pauses. "Here?"
I gulp. "Never, you're the first."
"Fuck," he mutters in a low tone.
"It's okay. You can keep going," I urge him, desperately hoping he'll bring me to a climax I don't have to orchestrate.
"If I keep going, Addison, be prepared to have me be your first … and your last."
"Keep going, Daddy."
3
AIDAN
Tight.
Addison's walls squeeze my finger. I can feel her racing heartbeat through the ripples of her sweet, untouched flesh. Her arms are stiff once I slowly stroke my middle finger in and out.
"Fuck," I growl.
She moans and whispers. "Can I touch you, too, Daddy?"