Page 3 of Tutor Daddy (Yes, Daddy #54)

ADDISON

L et me preface this entire shit show by saying …. I’m a virgin.

However, I'm not stupid. I'm not ignorant of how the world moves.

Oscar Wilde once said, "Everything in this world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power."

Whenever I feel powerless, I lean into the sexual side of whatever the situation calls for.

Fortunately, this way of thinking mostly works on older men, but Professor Sheridan is proving to be more difficult than most. It wouldn't surprise me if he called my bluff, but then that would jeopardize my virginity.

I have to admit that I hold it as a badge of honor sometimes because it's one of those things people expect to be nonexistent at my age.

I'm only twenty-two, but twenty-two and a virgin after five years on a college campus to earn my bachelor's and master's degrees still stops people in their tracks.

It doesn't matter if it's an arbitrary marker designed to keep women in a space of inexperience so they'll accept any sex as good sex.

Even with my sexual power plays, my virginity rarely comes into the equation.

My reputation as a cocktease keeps most guys from even learning I'm a virgin.

All talk and no lips … that's how my high school boyfriend said it when I didn't fuck him on our third month.

The end of our relationship was the only thing that came that night.

Sex loses its importance when it feels like that badge guys want to collect. All through my undergrad, my virginity was treated just like that. I couldn't trust anyone with it, with me. I need patience, attention, and guidance. I want to enjoy my first time.

I had the unfortunate experience of listening to my college roommate let her boyfriend pummel her pussy like his dick was a pogo stick on speed. She didn't sound like she enjoyed it at all, and when I asked her, she simply shrugged it off like all guys have sex like that.

Ick!

Professor Aidan Sheridan, on the other hand, oozes sex appeal from his salt and pepper strands that sweep to the back of his head.

Raw masculinity drips down every inch of his towering frame.

Thick eyebrows sit sternly above glassy blue eyes, and he has the distinguished black goatee of a man in his 50s.

It's impossible not to spot him anywhere on campus. From the way men and women alike ogle him, some shy away, and others find a way to engage with him. It's fascinating to watch how people behave around someone so attractive.

Excitement fills every cell of my body any time I catch a glimpse of him.

This is the closest I've ever been, and those glimpses don't do him justice.

There's a muscular frame under those button-up collared shirts and blazers.

His thick legs fill out a pair of trousers like a cowboy trying to sneak into a business meeting.

The way his classes fill up in hours at the beginning of every semester, one would believe he's some rock star. Nothing but groupies and a few haters to fill every slot, but no one complains because they actually learn from his lectures.

My chances to ogle him as he rattles off the newest principles of financial auditing are nonexistent until now. Since I have the opportunity to have him tutor me privately, I'm not going to let up until he takes me on. Up close and personal, I know I want him to be the one who takes my virginity.

An older man has to be far more experienced than frat boys who learn all of their bedroom tricks from porn sites and circle jerks.

I shouldn't be thinking of Professor Sheridan like this, but it's too late. I've already called him Daddy. If ever there was a moment for cameras in offices, that would be one I don't mind replaying.

Shit.

Are there cameras in this office?

If there are, we're both screwed.

Darkness and seduction ride his face in a way that warns me of the line I'm crossing. His reaction also betrays how much he wants me. I could feel the sexual tension increase a thousand times when I called him Daddy. It's all in the details.

The minute he pulled me off my feet, my pussy ignited with yearning. But, that's the last thing I should think about. My life is in jeopardy.

Wait, that's a tad drastic.

My degree program is in jeopardy if I don't pass this forensic auditing course.

The intricacies of everything I have to perform in this class are only a fraction of what I'll encounter in the real world.

I don't want to waste all this time and money getting this far to only have a single course derail my life's plans.

Professor Tamson assured me that Professor Sheridan could help me.

I'll have to convince him somehow. I've already been on my knees in front of him, and he didn't crumble to my will like most men.

If I'm being honest, if he told me to suck his cock for help, I would have at least kissed the tip.

He's definitely different and not swayed so easily.

A smoky scent that mixes with a touch of whiskey makes me want to swirl my tongue around his mouth.

I want to drag it down his entire body to see if he tastes the same all over.

I have to get him off my mind and find a legitimate way to ask him for help.

Maybe I can show him that I can pay attention to details.

At least the Daddy talk got him to walk back his immediate rejection.

That's an important detail that makes me grin.

A flash of me on my knees in his office sparks a memory.

There was a gym bag on the ground beside his desk.

I can take a chance of running into him there, but I have no way of knowing if he's going to show up.

Fuck it. What do I have to lose?

Even if we don't cross paths in the fitness center, I can do a few laps around the track to calm my raging libido.

After I grab my duffel bag from my room, I trek across the campus to the gym. Music blares from my earbuds after I change and trot onto the track. Upbeat techno tunes play to keep me in stride, distracting me from my fantasies until my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest.

Once I see the groundskeepers coming to clean up and close down the track for the evening, I head back into the locker room. It makes me wonder if there's anyone on the faculty's side of the fitness center. It's time to creep over and see if Professor Sheridan is even there.

There's a glass door separating the student gym from the faculty side that's empty.

That's understandable for how late it is on a Friday.

There are parties to attend, clubs, and every other social gathering that bring everyone on campus out of their dorm rooms. Since Professor Sheridan is nowhere to be seen in the weight room, I opt to relax in the hot tub before heading to my dorm room to figure out my plans for the night.

The only bathing suit I have to wear in the jacuzzi is a sleek, black, high-thong one-piece. There's a plunging V-neckline down to my navel. It's practically backless except for two strings tied together under my shoulder blades. I'm sure no one's in the hot tub right now.

Wrong.

I can see someone sitting in the steaming pool, but their back is to me as I head toward the bubbling pit of steaming water.

Avoiding eye contact with the person as I step inside is essential as I sit on the built-in bench just under the surface.

A moan slips from my throat as the hot sensation makes me forget I'm not alone.

There are jets on the bench that blow with enough pressure to make an orgasm explode out of me.

However, I refrain from trying to find one with a stranger sitting across from me.

My eyelids open and close lazily from my run.

The propulsion of hot water bubbling around my body has me ready to fall asleep.

Someone speaks to me. "Miss Shaw, you shouldn't fall asleep in here. It's dangerous."

The familiar voice is like an alarm to my system. I sit straight up when I see Professor Sheridan sitting across from me.

"Professor Sheridan, what are you doing here?" I blurt out as I automatically put my arm across my breasts.

He smirks and tosses his gaze away from me. "Trying to relax. You can call me, Aidan, outside of my office."

"Doesn't the faculty have their own, you know, facilities, Aidan?"

I drop my arm, remembering my plan to find him and seduce him into doing what I want. I want him to see me, to see his effect on my body, even if it's the mild excitement of my nipples budding through the thin fabric of my bathing suit. It seems luck is on my side tonight.

"We do, but this is the only working hot tub. I just got in. I can leave if you're uncomfortable, Miss Shaw."

"No," I blurt out. "You can stay, but if you don't mind, I'd like to move closer to you. One of my favorite spots here is over there. Please call me Addison."

He nods, slides over a few inches, and waves his hand for me to move freely. Water glistens over every ripple and curve of his muscular torso. He's even better looking without a shirt on. I catch him staring at me as I stand up to move closer.

When I find the spot, he offers me his hand to steady me when I sit.

The strength of his hand reminds me of him lifting me to my feet.

I never want him to stop touching me. His hand grazes my bare thigh as I sit right on the jet.

My pulse rockets to a breakneck speed as images of losing my virginity to Aidan in this hot tub flood my imagination.

"I thought that sitting in your preferred spot would help you relax, Addison," he says with his eyes closed and his knuckles grazing me under the surface.

A stuttering breath blows through my mouth. My voice holds the slightest tremor when I speak. "Well, normally, this is relaxing. I can, um, release and get out. But I'm used to being alone."

"That sounds lonely. You've never had anyone help you relax here?" he asks, his lids still shut and his head tilting back.

"No. Never," I reply. His touch distracts me from my plan to show him I can pay attention to details.

Aidan lifts his head to look at me with a questioning gaze. "No one's ever been with you in a hot tub?"

"No one's ever been with me ever," I tell him as the jets bubble through the sheer material of my bathing suit. It's as if the bubbles of the hot tub are syncing with my building lust and sexual anticipation.

He eases his hand onto the top of my thigh. When I don't stop him, he asks, "No one's ever touched you here?"

"No." I shake my head as I try to control my breathing.

Aidan inches his fingers higher, toward my waist and then my inner thigh. "And, here?"

"No."

He slides his hand directly over the apex of my thighs. I stiffen as I feel a single finger rub over my clit and between my folds over my bathing suit.

"Here?" he asks.

'Never," I embarrassingly admit.

When he slides the fabric to the side and I feel his finger touching me, skin to skin, I nearly explode. My hands are planted on the bench as he rubs me delicately. His fingertip circles my entrance and pauses. "Here?"

I gulp. "Never, you're the first."

"Fuck," he mutters in a low tone.

"It's okay. You can keep going," I urge him, desperately hoping he'll bring me to a climax I don't have to orchestrate.

"If I keep going, Addison, be prepared to have me be your first … and your last."

"Keep going, Daddy."