Unrestrained pleasure had hit her body, and he’d just about lost his own battle. Her cries of pleasure had filled him with satisfaction and need. God, he wanted to bury himself in her sweet pussy, to feel it clench around his cock, to hear her cries as he fucked her.
He grit his teeth. No matter what he wanted to believe, Janie was all grown up. He’d been aware of this before, but now his heart finally acknowledged it. Who was he kidding, he’d been attracted to her since before she was of legal age. Not that he’d acted on it. Paul, Janie’s father, was his mentor and his father’s best friend. When Paul had passed, Cole had wanted to gather Janie up and protect her. But he couldn’t.
When Janie went away to college six months later, it gave him some breathing room and removed some of the temptation. Then she’d caught him and Natalie. Not his finest moment, especially since he’d been fantasizing it was Janie strapped to the spanking bench, not Natalie.
Cole ran his hand over the back of his neck. He really had thought he and Natalie were alone. His father had been at work, and he’d thought Janie was out with friends. Paul had insisted Janie never know how involved in the lifestyle her father was. Both Cole and his father agreed. But now ... the squeak of a floorboard brought Cole out of his musings.
Janie was up and moving around. He’d better get to the kitchen and start lunch. He stood and let out a groan before adjusting his dick. Denying himself around Janie wasn’t new. Cole stopped in the library before heading for the kitchen.
Snagging the book he wanted, he made his way into the kitchen. He set the book on the table and went to the fridge. Grilled cheese and soup would be good. He operated on automatic pilot while his mind catalogued what else he wanted to do with Janie.
“What’s cooking?” Janie asked, her voice cheerful.
His cock shifted, and once again he adjusted the fit of his pants. How the hell was he going to hide his boner from her? He wasn’t. She needed to understand what she did to him. “Grilled cheese and soup.”
“Sounds delicious. Can I help?”
God, she sounded so perky. He closed his eyes and then opened them. “Yeah, set the table and grab the tea out of the fridge.”
He stirred the soup, willing his dick to deflate, but there wasn’t much of a chance of that happening. Janie moved beside him, and her scent of rose and vanilla filled his lungs.
“Oh, that smells good.” She kissed him on the cheek.
“What was that for?” He turned the soup off, slid the grilled cheese sandwiches onto a platter, and then poured the soup into a tureen. He kept his hands busy so he wouldn’t grab Janie and kiss her silly.
“For giving me the sweetest orgasm I’ve ever had.” She danced over to the table and plopped down in a chair.
Cole carried the food over to the table and took his own seat. He adjusted his rampant cock once again.
Janie glanced at the book on the table as she picked up her sandwich. “What is this?”
“Your homework.” He’d picked a book that featured a relatively easy introduction to the lifestyle. Her education would be reading, touching, and experimenting with him.
“I’ve read some books already.”
“Have you read this one?” He stared at her.
“No.”
He grinned, and she lowered her gaze.
“All right.” She let out a sigh.
The rest of lunch was eaten in relative silence. Cole’s dick never let up; after lunch he’d take care of his problem. His entire being hurt from the need to climax, even if it was by his own hand. He pushed back from the table and carried his dishes to the sink. He’d just turned on the water when Janie slid beside him, and damn if his dick didn’t take notice.
“I should do the dishes, you cooked,” she said.
“You did breakfast. Besides, you have some reading to do.” He glanced at her. Janie let out a sigh, then marched over and picked up the book. “And don’t forget to write in your journal,” he called as she walked out of the room.
“Taskmaster.”
His grin widened at her words. She had no idea, but she was about to learn. Life around here was about to get very interesting and frustrating at the same time.
