Adonis
I promised Jack I would let him know how Aubrey’s first day went. I can’t very well tell my best friend I was tempted to bend his pretty feminine son over my desk and f**k her senseless and how I nearly kissed his child’s lips more than once.
I’m so screwed!
I shouldn’t be thinking this way but images of that perfect, perky ass or the coy looks keep haunting me.
I receive a call from Jack. It’s late there, nearly midnight, while here it us almost nine o’clock,
“Hi, Jack! Today was a successful day,” I say, attempting not to sound like I’m hiding anything and failing.
“What did Aubrey do?” Jack asks.
“Exist,” I sigh. “She did nothing wrong, but…”
“She did something. I know the child. She wore a short skirt, didn’t she? I bet she got you hot under the collar. It wouldn't be
