Page 8 of Tutor Daddy (Yes, Daddy #54)

AIDAN

A ddison is the last person I expect to see in the grip of Marcus Henry. He’s one of the biggest assholes on this campus, and one of the main reasons why I hate mentoring students. The sense of entitlement seeps out of his pores, but what he's not entitled to is Addison.

She belongs to me.

"Mr. Henry, I suggest you learn to keep your hands to yourself. Or is that a lesson I have to teach you all over again? Perhaps, I should call Grady to set up another sparring session?"

Marcus grinds his teeth and avoids eye contact. "No, that's not necessary, Aidan. Addison and I were having a difference of opinion."

"Apologize," I command him.

He snaps his face toward me, then looks at Addison before shifting his gaze back to me. I round the back of his chair to put my hands on his shoulders. My grip tightens to the point he winces in pain.

"Yes, that's what this feels like. When someone touches you in a way that makes you uncomfortable.

" I grip him harder, and he bites down to avoid looking weaker than he truly is.

"When someone stops you from moving how you want to move, and they ask you to let go of them, you're supposed to comply.

I believe we've had this discussion already, Mr. Henry.

You owe Miss Shaw an apology. Apologize now, and mean it. "

Marcus sighs deeply as he turns to Addison and says, "I apologize deeply for the way I've behaved, Addison. It will never happen again."

"Apology accepted?" she says with a slight glance at me.

I shrug and release my grip on Marcus’s shoulders. He gathers his books and electronics within seconds to get away from me. That brings a smile to my face.

"What was that all about?" Addison asks.

"I'm a friend of the family, but that little shit is a nuisance at best and a threat to women at his worst. The last time we had a disagreement regarding his behavior, I socked him in the face.

He got upset and told his father what I did.

When I met his father, Marcus was shocked to see that we're old college buddies and teammates. "

Addison giggles and nods. "What happened?"

"Marcus got handsy with a young woman as I happened to be walking by.

I pulled him away from her. He threw a punch and missed.

I threw a punch that landed. He bitched to his father, and I agreed to a boxing match for him to get a fair shot.

I kicked his ass again and then told his father why we were fighting in the first place. "

"What did his father do?"

"Marcus Henry the Third does not respect men who violate women, and he beat his son to the point the police needed to be called. No worries, the youngest Henry only suffered a few bruised ribs and a black eye. Now, what were you doing with that asshole?"

The way her face falls makes my heart sink.

"I ran into Professor Tamson, and she assigned me a project that will help me pass.

I have to do a year-end forensic audit on this company, and there are close to two hundred pages of documents.

She said Marcus has the same assignment, and we can work together on it because the scope of work is insane. "

"Ah, the Tamson Tasks of Torture. If you complete it, you'll be fine for graduation and far better off in real-world scenarios. Come by my place later and I'll help you."

"What about the other stuff?" She glances down at my crotch.

"Ahem, Miss Shaw. My eyes are up here," I whisper with a chuckle. "If Tamson's given you the Tasks of Torture, this is far more serious than I realize. I'm going to help you, and then we can revisit my assignment."

Fortunately, my last study group is leaving the library, and I'm able to make my way home while Addison leaves to grab something to eat.

I know it's going to be a long night. The excitement trickles over me in a way I haven't felt in years.

I want to teach Addison, help her, guide her to understand everything Professor Tamson is trying to instill within her students.

Every passing year leaves me desperate to feel the passion of my craft. Yet, the shallow glaze of disinterest began to add up across the eyes of my students. I can't say it's completely them. My love of numbers and the rules that bind them is waning.

Day in and day out for over a decade, I pour myself into finance law and best practices, only to find that there are very few who share my passion. Addison is passionate, but curiosity has me wondering if she's enthusiastic about her academic career.

Curiosity drives me to make a call as I head inside to make space for us to work.

Dr. Emily Tamson picks up on the first ring. "I was wondering when this call would come."

"You're doling out the tasks of torture this early in the semester?" I ask her.

She scoffs. "They're lucky I still have the compassion to care whether they pass or fail."

"Is it compassion or is Brian on you about the dropping matriculation rates?"

"All Brian knows how to do is complain. Forget all of the publicity and press we get from publishing in the journals. Get the students, get the money, get them out."

"Yeah," I agree as I move furniture around to make room for Addison and me to work around my dining table. "His complaint with me is the mentorship?—"

Emily cuts me off. "These brats can't be mentored. They use AI for everything, and when they have a little digital yes man in their pocket, our expertise becomes obsolete. So which of the brats are you taking on? Shaw or Henry?"

"Shaw," I grumble, feigning disappointment. "Henry and I have a shitty history, so I'm steering clear of him and his family until he matriculates. Besides, Brian was adamant that I tutor her or look for another job."

She chuckles. "Miss Shaw is a promising student. She's just easily distracted and can't seem to get over this hump in her course load."

Fortunately, I'm able to keep my juvenile thoughts about humping Addison to myself.

Instead, I assure Emily, "I haven't seen you pull out the Tasks of Torture in a few years.

Nothing's challenged me in a while, either.

I think this is the perfect time for me to tutor Miss Shaw while guiding her through your assignment. "

"I'd hoped you would say that," she says calmly. "I plan on retiring, and I want you to think about taking on more duties around the department until my replacement comes in."

"You sound just like Brian trying to get me to mentor students and raise your matriculation rate."

"Just consider it, Aidan. Thank you for running the study groups as well. I know most of the students appreciate them, even if they're too occupied by their phones to acknowledge it."

I thank her and end the call just in time for a soft knock to come from the front door. When I swing it open, Addison is standing there with two boxes of pizza and a bag of snacks.

Addison's gorgeous face beams. Those soft brown eyes lure me in close enough to forget she's here for tutoring.

My hand snakes around her waist as I take the items out of her hand to lean down.

Our lips connect. I suck on the bottom one just enough to reel a moan of pleasure from her throat and pull away.

She lets out a breath. "I figured we could save time if I ate here."

I nod and move to let her inside. She takes a look at the set up and immediately sets her bags down while I bring the food into the kitchen. There are cans of energy drinks, chips, and other sorts of junk food that remind me how young Addison is.

However, I turn around to see her shedding the sweatshirt and sweatpants she wore over here.

Short flowy cotton shorts and a skin tight tank top also remind me how young she is.

She fumbles around with her hair, twirling her curls into a ponytail that's the perfect size for me to grip while fucking her from behind.

The looseness of those shorts would let me slip right inside of her without taking them off.

I can caress her tight little ass as it bounces back and forth against me.

"You aren't going to make this easy for me, are you?" I ask her.

Addison tosses a flirty smile at me while she spreads her pages of notes and textbooks onto the table. "How about I don't make this easy if you don't get hard?"

"I don't like where this is going," I laugh. "We need to get started on your assignment from Professor Tamson. The Tasks of Torture are nothing to sneeze at. We're going to be up for a few hours, depending on how far you've gotten."

"I like my idea better. I think it's only right I torture you since you refused to discuss my weekend findings."

I plop on the sofa, folding my arms across my chest. "Fine. Tell us how to tackle everything tonight."

"I will study. You will tutor, and then you can quiz me on what we've gone over. If I answer correctly, I can touch you anywhere I want, and you're not allowed to get hard."

"What happens if I get hard?"

Addison smiles devilishly. "Then I get easy, and you have to take my virginity wherever we are."

"You are not in control of this cock, little girl," I warn her. "This is not the Pandora's box you want to force open. I told you that there are things we should talk about before we even consider having sex."

"Well, let's talk now. You know how long it takes to complete one of these assignments from Professor Tamson. We both know I won't be leaving here for a few hours. We have the time. Let's get it out the way so it's not a distraction while we work."

"Okay, fine. Let's talk about sex."