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She had been babysitting for Mr. Thompson for only three weeks, but every single evening felt like a carefully planned seduction. Emily knew exactly what she was doing when she accepted the job. She had watched him from across the street for years, first as the cute neighbor girl who waved shyly when he mowed the lawn shirtless, later as the teenager who lingered a little too long when dropping off his daughter after playdates in the park. Back then he barely noticed her beyond a polite smile and a thank you. To him she was still little Emily, the sweet kid with pigtails and scraped knees. But time had been kind. Very kind. Her body had filled out in all the right places, curves softening into something impossible to ignore. Her breasts had grown heavy and full, straining against every top she wore, drawing stares from men twice her age whenever she walked through the neighborhood. She loved the power it gave her, the way heads turned, the way conversations stuttered when she leaned forward just a little. And tonight she had chosen her weapon carefully: a thin white tank top that clung to her like a second skin, the fabric so sheer that the dark outline of her nipples showed through when the light hit it just right. No bra. She never wore one around him anymore. The little girl was already asleep upstairs, tucked in with her favorite stuffed rabbit. Emily had read her two stories, kissed her forehead, then came back down to the living room where Daniel sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He looked tired but handsome, the kind of tired that made her want to climb into his lap and make him forget the long day. She walked over slowly, hips swaying more than necessary, and stopped right in front of him. "She's out like a light," Emily said softly, voice low and warm. "You want me to stay a bit longer? I don't mind." He glanced up, and for the first time she saw it: the flicker. His eyes dropped to her chest before he caught himself and looked away, cheeks flushing slightly. Bingo. "I... uh, sure. If you want. Beer?" he offered, already standing, probably to put some distance between them. She stepped closer instead, close enough that he could smell the vanilla on her skin, close enough that when she reached past him to take the bottle from his hand their fingers brushed. She didn't pull away. Neither did he. "You know," she murmured, looking straight into his eyes now, "I've been coming here for years. Watching you. Waiting for you to finally see me." His breath hitched. "Emily..." "Not the little girl anymore," she continued, voice dropping to a husky whisper. She took his hand and guided it slowly to her waist, letting him feel the heat of her through the thin fabric. "I'm a woman now. And I want you to touch me like one." His fingers flexed against her hip, hesitant but not retreating. She could feel his pulse racing under her palm when she pressed his hand higher, sliding it up the curve of her side until it rested just under the swell of her breast. "Tell me to stop if you don't want this," she said, but her tone made it clear she already knew the answer. He didn't say stop. Instead he groaned low in his throat, thumb brushing the underside of her heavy breast, feeling the weight, the softness. Emily arched into his touch, letting out a soft moan that went straight to his cock. She reached down, palmed him through his trousers, finding him already thick and hard. "I've dreamed about this," she confessed, lips brushing his ear. "About you finally fucking me on this couch while your daughter's asleep upstairs. About you sucking on my tits until I beg for your cock inside me." Daniel's control snapped. He pulled her onto his lap in one swift motion, mouth crashing against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. His hands were everywhere, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric until they stood out stiff and aching. She ground down against the bulge in his pants, rocking slowly, teasingly, whispering filthy promises between kisses. When he finally tugged her top up and over her head, freeing her full, perfect breasts, he stared like a man starved. Then his mouth was on her, sucking hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp and clutch at his hair. Emily smiled against the top of his head, triumphant. She had waited years for this moment. And now he was finally seeing the woman she had become.