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Bailey(okaywoolf on twitter) sent this idea into my ask.fm (http://ask.fm/WoolfLovin --- feel free to send me requests also). She wanted me to write this imagine and the idea credit goes to Bailey(my loyal reader ♥️)
Enjoy guys!
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Babysit, Baby*
*some mature topics- mild
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"So you're telling me that since you dragged me here to help... I can't even touch your ass if you bend over?"
"Samuel Joseph!"
I spun around, slapping my hands to his chest, but letting them rest there as we stood outside the front door--the front door of the house where I was babysitting.
My hands rest on the hoarse fabric of his flannel as my eyes traveled to his lips, then eyes. He had a smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at me.
"Don't be inappropriate," I scolded, even though my hands were running down his chest and I felt the urge to drop the job and take him back home with me, "little kids are very impressionable."
"I see what you're saying... I wouldn't want a four year old touching my girl's beautiful behind." He chuckled under his breath and his hands slipped under my shirt by my lower back.
"Sam, seriously," I narrowed my eyes at him and he gave me an innocent look--not convincing me at all, "behave."
"When do I not behave?" He grinned at me with his beautifully straight teeth that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Don't get me started."
My back was facing the front door as I stared up at Sam, not being able to help the loving smile on my face. I couldn't not look at him when his warm hands were tracing circles in my lower back and my heartbeat felt like it was drumming wherever his fingertips touched. His palms were spread against my back, the span on his hand taking up my waist.
He leaned forward, the heat of his body radiating onto my own skin. His lips hovered over mine as he stared at me for a moment before closing. I watched his eyelashes spread as he shut his eyes, and looked at his adoring facial features.
He pressed his lips to mine, pressing his palms harder into my back; pushing me all the way against him until I was sure I'd break my neck from trying to get closer to his lips. One of his hands traced up my side until it was by my rib cage, but all I felt was my heart drumming and the friction of his hips against mine--his jeans against my bare-skirted-legs.
I heard a door unlocking behind me and quickly jumped away from Sam, biting my bottom lip to stop the spreading grin. I held my hands behind my back and I felt Sam's hand go to the small of my back.
The door opened and exposed a little boy, about 4, standing between his mother's legs. He clutched her dress with a frown on his face, and I automatically looked sideways at Sam to see the smile on his face as he looked at the child.
The mother ushered us inside as she put her earrings on. Sam's hand stayed on my back as we walked into the living room, the little boy still hiding behind his mother.
"Jimmy, it's just me." I laughed lightly, crouching to my knees and holding out my hand to him.
Jimmy took my hand, but then pointed up at Sam with a frown on his face. Sam bared his blinding white teeth and Jimmy just frowned back. Sam kneeled down next to me and Jimmy stood closer to my side as his parents left the house- waving at us.
