“It’s perfect, just like the girl who made it.” Tyler’s voice is low and seductive. He squeezes my arm and leans his face close. “I bet you taste just as sweet as the cake you baked, princess.”

My stomach flips, my heart beating a little faster. Oh my god. Tyler is flirting with me! This is really wrong. It’s even worse that it’s working. My stomach is quivery and between my legs tingly and warm.

Shocked by Tyler’s words and disturbed by my inappropriate reaction to them, I lurch to my feet away from Tyler’s touch.

“I—I should go. I have homework…”

He grabs my hand and pulls me in between his legs.

“It can wait. Just like I waited.”

“For what?”

“You.”

Tyler glides his free hand up along the inside of my right thigh. He watches me closely as he presses his fingers against me through my panties.

I gasp and instinctively rock forward to meet his touch. Then I remember this is really wrong. That Tyler and I are totally off-limits to each other and he shouldn’t touch me like this at all.