AARON—
I didn’t mean to listen.
What a bullshit thing to tell myself. Of course, I did.
I heard her say my name as I passed by her room on the way to my own. When I stopped to listen for it again, I heard her moan softly, once…twice, followed by my name again.
It was everything I wanted and feared at the same time.
I didn’t know what it was with this girl, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. After I stood outside her door for longer than I should’ve, like the perverted fuck I was, I rushed back to my room to take a shower.
Oh, and also to take care of the raging hard-on I got by hearing her say my name.
Christ, Aaron. What the hell are you doing? Oh. That’s right. The same thing you did the night before.
I entered the shower, turning the knob all the way to one end to make the water as hot as possible. Once I was wet all over, I reached for the soap and started getting a good, strong lather going. If I didn’t take care of the stiff one I had, I was concerned I’d cause permanent damage.
Once I was satisfied with the amount of lather, I placed the soap back on the shelf and brought my hands to my dick that was begging for a release. I intertwined my fingers and slipped my cock between the palms of my hands. As I released a muffled groan, I leaned my forehead against the marble shower, letting the warm water wash over my back while drowning myself in images of Callie.
Starting with slow but firm strokes, I worked my palms up and down my hardness, my fingers tightening to increase pressure. It didn’t take long for me to immerse myself in the imaginary scenario, a scene in which I started at her toes and kissed and nibbled my way upward. My hands moved quicker, and I increased my rhythm until I was pumping myself hard.
The fantasy continued with my journey up her body, stopping at that little fucking heart on her hip. After giving her a playful bite on it, I worked the outline of the heart with the tip of my tongue. Her body squirmed with excitement, and she whispered my name.
I moved my tongue from her hip down to the inside of her thigh, taking my time. She lifted her head to look down at me before I went any further. My gaze held hers and I waited. Then, I waited more. I was going to wait until she begged for me.
My cock throbbed almost painfully for its own release, but my hunger for her took precedence.
All at once I was pulled from the fantasy and was back in my shower, head still against the marble and my hands rapidly tending to my dick. I was moments away from my release when my mind gave Callie one last look. A beautiful sight of her body arching up off the bed and her orgasm taking her over. My cock pulsed and I came hard, my thoughts of her disappearing into the steam around me.
Later, I laid in bed, trying to get comfortable even though I knew sleep wouldn’t come easily. Everything that had happened since I met Callie had been such a whirlwind, a flurry of overpowering emotions, that I had no idea how to separate them all. What started off as me simply hiring a nanny was turning into something much different.
When Callie moved in, she conjured up a plethora of feelings I hadn’t had in years. Desire and want, the most basic elements of attraction, crashed down on me. Her smile and enthusiasm lit up a room, along with the energy she brought to the house.
There was so much chemistry between us, but I pushed it aside. I assumed I was out of the game for so long it could have been anyone that caught my eye, but as soon as she moved in, I knew I was wrong.
What the hell was my problem? I was her boss. She was living with me and my daughter. The thoughts I had of her were completely reprehensible and made me even more of a pathetic jerk.
I shut off my sexual desire when my only concern in life was Delilah, but in one fell swoop, Callie changed it all. Everything shifted after last night in the hot tub. That was the first night I got myself off thinking of her.
It was wrong—beyond wrong. It was completely reprehensible.
This morning, I was cloaked in guilt. In order to put it behind me and get Callie out of my mind, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I acted like a total jackass to her. I ignored and avoided her at every turn. It didn’t mean I still didn’t take notice of her, but I thought if I could separate myself from her as much as possible, the want would stop.
Sometime during my struggle to fall asleep, I must’ve dozed off because I awoke to my bedroom door opening slowly. Thinking it was Delilah wanting to sleep in my bed, I called her in.
“Come on in, sweetie,” I said.
The door continued to open, but I soon realized that it wasn’t Delilah. It was Callie. She was wearing a pink tank top and matching short shorts.
“Aaron,” she whispered. “Are you awake?”
I wasn’t sure. “Huh?” I asked.
“Aaron,” she repeated. “I need you.”
Was this real?
“I’m sorry to wake you,” she whispered.
I sat up slowly, gazing at her, sleepy and confused. “It’s okay,” I said sitting up.
“Callie, what is it?” I asked. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you holding a knob?”
“I…ah…”
I threw the covers off and got up in a hurry. “Callie?”
“I…,” she said glancing down at the front of my loose-fitting pajama pants.
What the hell was going on? I looked down to my bare stomach, and further to see if there was something I was missing, something to explain why she was staring like she was.
“Calliope!”
“I broke your knob,” she blurted out.
I was still baffled why she was standing there, holding a knob. “You did what?”
She held the metal piece out to me, and all at once she talked…and ran. “The toilet,” she said, darting down the hallway. “I broke the toilet knob, and now it’s squirting everywhere.”
I quickly followed her, and when we reached her room, I could hear it. Then I stepped into the bathroom and saw it.
“Shit!” I said.
The water from inside the toilet was shooting up and out all over the bathroom like a fountain. I stood for a moment, surveying the situation, running my hands through my hair. “Shit,” I repeated.
“I tried to turn that, well, this.” She held out the knob to me until I took it. “And it broke and—”
“Run downstairs to the laundry room and shut off the main water valve,” I said, cutting her off. “Do you know what that is?”
She nodded and started for the door, but I stopped her. “And grab a Phillips screwdriver from the toolbox in the laundry room, too.”
What the hell did she do? I made my way through the spouting water and the accumulated puddles, getting drenched by water in the process. The knob I was holding was obviously from the water valve, but as I got closer, I realized the screw was missing. I looked across the floor and, after a few moments, saw a screw floating in a puddle next to the toilet.
But where the hell was the water shooting up from? I wanted to get a closer look, but I knew the water would be shut off any second by Callie. The water had soaked through my pajamas, which I realized in that moment was going to totally show that I wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Fuck,” I said to myself.
It wasn’t like I knew she’d get me up in the middle of the night and I’d end up all wet. This was going to elevate my “creepy boss” status to an entirely new level. I glanced around the room, looking for a towel or something, but I knew there’d be no hiding it.
The water slowed and then stopped, letting me know she had located the water valve. I splashed over and looked in the back of the tank to where the water had been coming from. I almost instantly noticed that the top of the inlet valve thing was broken at the top.
I heard Callie panting as she ran back into the bedroom. She tiptoed into the bathroom, being careful not to slip, before handing me the screwdriver.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I said, kneeling down to reattach the knob to the water valve “It’s just water.”
“I’ll clean it all up. I just—”
I inserted the knob back into place and pushed the screw through the hole. As I turned the screwdriver to put the screw in tight, I turned to tell her again it was okay, that accidents happened.
But her heaving chest, her breasts pressing against the lace of her top stopped me. My hand slipped, and I had to refocus my attention on the task at hand.
Just screw the thing back in.
Screw.
Screw.
Shit.
I stood up, and as I did, Callie’s eyes followed me. They were at my face, then my chest, stomach, and then she stopped where I knew she’d be able to see the outline of my cock through the wet bottoms.
Quiet filled the bathroom, the only sounds were sporadic drips of water and our breathing. We stood face-to-face, and without words, our bodies began inching together. I wasn’t sure who was moving toward whom, but it was happening, like gravity. I swallowed hard, pushing down the improper thoughts I was having—thoughts of pushing her up against the wall, ripping her bottoms off, and fucking her senseless. Thoughts of yanking down the lace of her top, exposing her breasts, and licking, sucking my way across her nipples. Thoughts of kneeling in front of her, lifting her leg over my shoulder, and bringing my mouth to where she ached for me.
Our bodies, our faces, our mouths were getting dangerously close. I could smell her breath, sweet and minty. I wanted to grab the back of her neck, pull our bodies together, and taste her everywhere, but I waited.
“Calliope,” I whispered.
“Aaron.”
The sound of her voice, sexy and sweet, was enough to thrust me back into reality. I couldn’t let this happen.
I took in a sharp breath and stepped back. “Can you turn the water valve back on before you go back to bed?” I said.
She retreated on her own, brushing her hand across her face. “Of course.”
My eyes moved from her to something green laying on the edge of her bed. I squinted, trying to make it out, and…
It was…
A toy cucumber.
“What?” she asked.
I jerked my eyes back to her, trying to act like I didn’t just see what I saw. “Nothing. Nothing at all,” I responded. “I’m going to head back to bed. Good night.”
“Are you—” she started to say, but it was too late.
I bolted from the room to my own, where I headed straight to the shower. My new shower routine brought new meaning to lather, rinse, and repeat.