I had just turned thirty-three, and mahi was the most exquisite babysitter I’d ever hired. Eighteen, petite, with skin like silk and dark almond eyes that made my cock twitch every time she looked at me. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her lips were always painted a deep crimson—just begging to be kissed. I’d noticed the way she shifted awkwardly when I walked past her in my tight shirts, the way her breath hitched when I spoke to her in low, husky tones. She was playing a dangerous game, and I was more than willing to let her win.

It was a Thursday evening when I finally decided to make my move. The kids were asleep, the house was quiet, and Mahi was in the kitchen washing the last of the dinner dishes. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the way her ass swayed slightly as she hummed to herself. The white sundress she wore clung to her curves, the thin fabric doing little to hide the pert nipples pressing against it.