The last person Kaylee expects to run into when her flight is cancelled is Mr. Hugo Valtree, her favorite high school teacher. It’s been five years since she graduated and she’s never forgotten the sexy man who’d been her first crush. Now she’s all grown up, but he’s still out of her league: he’s inherited his father’s company, making him a billionaire. She’s still shy, still a virgin—what can she possibly have to offer him?
Surprisingly, Hugo offers her something instead, something she desperately needs: a place to stay for the night. It’s storming outside and just her luck, all the hotels in the city are booked. Of course, there’s only one bed in his hotel room…
“Do you like to touch yourself?” he asked, abruptly pulling her out of her head.
Wait, what? Her face flamed. “Do you mean…?”
He nodded meaningfully towards her groin.
Kaylee twitched, fighting the urge to dive under the covers. She was a grown woman, for goodness’ sake! And everyone masturbated, right? It wasn’t like he was going to act all surprised if she admitted to it. She opened her mouth, about to say yes, then abruptly shut it again as the surrealism of the situation hit her. Her old teacher was asking her if she liked to touch herself. She nodded minutely, eyes looking everywhere but into his.
He chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed. We all do. Even me.”
Predictably, her gaze landed on his crotch. His thin sleep pants did nothing at all whatsoever to disguise the massive erection he was sporting. “Oh God,” she moaned under her breath as she imagined his strong fingers fisting his cock. What would it look like?
“It’s my turn to ask a question,” she managed, past suddenly dry lips. She moistened them, still looking at his lap.
“Okay,” he said. “Hit me.”
Her eyes flew up. His were twinkling, their brown depths lit with heat and something more. She frowned a little, feeling very uncertain, but pushed aside her misgivings. When would she ever get this opportunity again? “Would you touch yourself for me?” she croaked. When he went completely still, as if stunned, she rushed on. “Please?” She could hardly believe she’d managed to ask him for this. “I’ve never seen an aroused man.”
He let loose a harsh breath. “Christ. You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, but his hands were going up his chest.
Kaylee watched, not sure what he was doing, and then he rubbed his palms over his nipples until they pebbled up.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
He quirked an amused eyebrow at her. “Does it feel good when you touch yourself there?”
Oh, right. It was his turn to ask a question. She flushed. “Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “Yes, it does.”
He smiled and flicked his thumbs over his nipples again, then trailed his finger down to the waistband of his pajamas. “I suppose you want me to take off my clothes,” he stated. Before she could reply, he pulled off his t-shirt with one swift motion.
Kaylee stared. She’d spent countless hours looking at him when she was in high school, trying to imagine what his bare chest might look like. She’d spent countless more hours remembering what he’d looked like in that tight t-shirt after the day she’d caught him with his dress-shirt off. Neither her imagination nor her memory prepared her for the reality. He was hard. Golden-skinned. A light trail of hair ran down from his chest to his navel before disappearing into his pants. She ached to touch him, to run her hands all over that smooth, muscled skin. When he touched himself again, she jerked her eyes up to find his gaze locked onto her breasts. She looked down, not surprised to see that her nipples were erect, too.
“You like watching me touch my chest,” he said, running his fingers lightly down his body.
She nodded, licking her lips. She couldn’t breathe.
“Then you’ll probably like this, too,” he said, standing up. His giant erection tented his sleep pants.
Kaylee couldn’t drag her eyes away. Slowly, oh so slowly, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled the soft fabric down. When his cock sprang out, rosy and thick, her breath hitched.
“Yeah, you definitely like that,” he said, voice gravelly. He shoved his pants down and kicked them away, standing in front of her with no sign of embarrassment.
And why would he be embarrassed? Kaylee asked herself. He’s magnificent. She let her gaze travel up his muscular calves to his thick thighs. She lingered on the dark thatch of hair at his groin. A tiny, pearlescent drop of pre-come eased from the tip of his cock.
“Ask me a question. Anything,” he ground out, hands fisted at his sides.
She looked up at his face, gathering her courage. “Can I touch you?”
