Page 19 of Hot Four Teacher (The Lawson’s #4)

Chapter eighteen

You're a Good Man

Dane

I like to think that I’m a good man. I fought for my country. I’ve never cheated on a woman. And I spend my life educating America’s youth.

But when Michelle wanted me to hang out in the bathroom with her where she would be naked in my tub, I wanted to throw all of that good man shit right out the window.

I wanted to rip off her wet clothes and fuck her senseless.

I wanted to bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy until she was shaking.

But I managed to walk away…because I don't want to freak her out. I’m crazy about her, and I don't want to push her. Ten years is a long time to go without sex. I’ve only been with one woman si nce Cassie, but during our marriage, the sex was good.

Toward the end, it was the only thing that was good.

Even with all of that, I’m still nervous about it, so I know Michelle probably is too. Or I guess it’s that I am nervous that I’m going to push her too far.

I do my best to clear my head until she gets done taking a bath. First, I change clothes and then set out some options for Michelle to wear. I’m not sure if she’ll like any of them or even if they’ll fit, but hopefully, something will work. I then head into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

Just as I sit down in my recliner, I get a text. Grabbing my phone, I see it’s from Michelle.

I’m lonely.

You’re supposed to be warming up.

That would be easier if I had some company.

When I don’t immediately respond, she sends a photo. I’m a little hesitant to open it, but in the end, I know my curiosity will win.

I open the photo, which is of her top half, but everything salacious is covered with bubbles.

I can’t help but smile. Last night at dinner, this woman told me she was boring, yet she’s kept me on my toes since I’ve met her.

A text comes through right after the photo.

See? You can’t even see anything. You can come keep me company while not feeling like a creep.

We may not have known each other long, but I have a feeling that she’s not going to let this go.

Standing up, I head toward the bathroom. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my libido in check. I give a quick knock before walking inside.

My eyes immediately fall on Michelle. Neck down, she’s almost completely submerged under the water and covered with bubbles, but I can see the top of her breasts and knees. Now, I can’t stop thinking about what everything looks like in between.

“You rang?” I say with a smile.

“Well, I was sitting in here, bored. And I figure you were probably bored too, so we should be bored together.”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” I say while sitting on the closed toilet seat. “Are you starting to warm up?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“I put your clothes in the dryer. They shouldn’t take too long to finish.”

“No rush. My daughter isn’t coming home tonight, so I’m not on a time crunch.” She turns her body so that her forearms rest on the side of the tub. “Maybe I could even…stay. You know, if you wanted me to.”

I find myself cheesing like a son of a bitch once again. “There is no way in hell I’m going to say no to that.”

I try not to notice how part of her ass is poking through the bubbles.

She rolls onto her back again. “Man, I would kill for this tub. Mine isn’t nearly this big.”

“How about you can come over here and use mine whenever you want?”

“Be careful what you wish for.” She flashes a wicked smile.

“I wouldn’t mind at all. A gorgeous woman naked and wet in my bathtub? Sign me up. It’s about time the thing got some use.”

“Next time, maybe you’ll have to get in here with me.”

Stay strong. You’re a good man. You’re a good man.

The more I repeat the mantra in my head, the less I’m believing it.

“I’d like that,” I tell her, bringing out her little grin again.

“Okay,” she says. “I think I’m going to get out before I get all pruny.”

“I’ll give you some privacy. There are clothes on the bed, and I made some coffee. Do you want a cup?”

“That would be great. With cream and sugar if you have them.”

I hurriedly leave the bathroom before I see something I shouldn’t.

My next few minutes are spent fixing two cups of coffee and having a seat back in my recliner. Soon enough, Michelle comes walking out of the bedroom.

And mother of God, I had no idea how sexy she would look in my t-shirt. Sure I saw it last night, but this is different.

I’m doing my best not to leer, but seeing her small pink nipples poking through the fabric makes it pretty damn difficult. I’m also very aware that she’s not wearing anything at all underneath.

She says, “The shirt fit, but none of the pants did.”

When she crosses her arms over her chest, I realize she’s still cold.

“Come here,” I say, grabbing a blanket and scooting over in the chair.

She climbs in next to me and settles in.

She lays her head on my chest with her body pressed against mine.

With each passing second, it becomes more and more clear that I’m not all that good of a man.