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babysitter.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    Tristan
     
     
    I blinked. Fuck! Every nerve and cell in me cried out for release. I hadn’t been this horny in months, and I couldn’t believe Jenny was pulling away. She’d wanted it just as much as I had. A few seconds ago, she’d been on my lap, letting me play with her perfect, round, melon-like tits. I shuddered as I imagined the taste of her stiff nipples in my mouth. Her skin would be sweet, like sugar, but musky. She was the hottest little animal I’d ever seen, and I knew that I had to make her mine. Just thinking about the way she’d writhed and twisted in my arms made me so hot. My cock was chafing against my jeans and I shuddered. Jenny’s liquid green eyes were begging me for more.
     
    I exhaled deeply and finished the rest of my beer. “Okay,” I said. “Got it. Where do you live?” I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t believe she’d broken apart from me and mumbled something about having to get home to her son. Suddenly, her phone call from earlier made sense. She wasn’t calling another guy to cancel on them, she was calling her babysitter . I slapped my head to my forehead and groaned. Way to go, Tristan. Hope you enjoyed your one-way ticket to the Land of Blue Balls .
     
    “I can go get my car, it’s at the library,” Jenny said softly. She peeked up at me through her long red bangs and blushed.
     
    Instinctively, I knew she was remembering our steamy encounter and turning it over and over in her mind. I chuckled. She was hot, that was something alright. She was the hottest little minx I’d seen lately, and yet, there was something so familiar about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but her blend of demure and ferocious reminded me of someone I’d known a long, long time ago.
     
    “I don’t think you can drive, princess,” I said wryly. Pink spots appeared on Jenny’s cheeks and she stood up, drawing herself up to her full height. I was impressed; she was tall, but I was over six feet. Still, for a woman, she might have been the tallest that I’d seen, especially lately. She looked adorable and ruffled, but also a little drunk.
     
    “I can drive,” Jenny said. Her head lolled back like a child’s and when she reached towards the bar to steady herself, she grabbed her glass. Instantly, it slipped off the counter and broke into a million tiny pieces on the floor. Jenny barely caught her balance, I had to grab her arm to keep her from going down with the glass. From behind the bar, the bartender glared at us. I held up my hands.
    “Alright, alright, we’re going,” I said loudly, digging through my pockets and throwing a wad of cash on the bar. “I get it.”
     
    As I supported Jenny and helped her outside, I chuckled to myself. No wonder they wanted me gone—first I bring in a chick and get her sauced, then pull her on my lap and grope her tits in front of everyone. Then she breaks a glass. I shook my head and laughed under my breath. Just another fuckin’ average day for Tristan Mayer!
     
    “Where do you live, sweetheart?” I asked, holding Jenny at arm’s length and staring into her beautiful, sleepy green eyes. “You feel like tellin’ me?”
     
    “I can drive,” Jenny insisted. She tried to put one foot in front of the other and almost fell over. I laughed, but reached out and grabbed her so she wouldn’t actually hit the ground. “I swear,” she added, her face pink with the effort. “I’m fine.”
     
    I chuckled. “I don’t think you are, honey,” I said, supporting her over to my bike. “How about tellin’ me where you live?”
     
    Jenny looked up at me with such clarity that it was hard to believe she’d been falling over just a few seconds ago. She bit her lower lip, managing to look both sexy and innocent.
     
    “I live on West Street,” she said softly.
    I frowned. “That