There was no doubt.

Elle was excited about babysitting once more for the Jackson family.

The kid was sweet, and the gig was easy, sure.

But that wasn't the reason why she was looking forward to it.

No, what she loved was getting to flirt with Dean Jackson whenever he got back home.

Once his son was fast asleep, Dean's wife was no longer in the picture, didn't seem to be dating any other woman, no matter

how handsome he might be, and that was just fine with Elle. The 20-year-old co-ed had begun

babysitting a few months prior in order to have some extra spending money, but now she couldn't care less about the cash. She had her

sight set on the handsome 40-something businessman, who didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off

her. He was tall, muscular, broad-shouldered, and oh, that smile, it made her feel like she was walking on air

whenever he smirked her way. That night, Dean Jackson arrived home earlier than expected from

a business meeting. Elle was sitting casually on the living room's sofa, enjoying a movie while the kids

slept peacefully upstairs. Good evening, Elle, Dean said smoothly, his stare rolling along her

curves as she stood up. She was so young, a breath of fresh air. It was a warm summer night, so the pretty blonde was wearing little more than a blouse

in some tight-fitting shorts, which enhanced that perfect apple-shaped ass.

Hi, Mr. Jackson, looking sharp tonight.

She grinned playfully, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Well, you look gorgeous tonight, but then again, you always do, he replied, unable to hold back

the banter. It was so lovely getting to flirt with a beautiful girl again. It made him feel young,

alive. Ah, you're such a sweetheart,

she cooed sensually, stepping closer, sensing the time to stop being coy had finally arrived.

They had been flirting for weeks now, and though he was twice her age, it was so tempting to throw caution to the wind and go for it. What was the worst that could happen?

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