He had called it a mistake. The first time, at least.

Lake vacations had become a staple for your family and Art's. You were about a decade older than his daughter, but she was always entertaining, always curious. She was the first time you got paid for babysitting.

But then Art and his wife split up, and while they were amicable, the first trip after the divorce needed to be a reprieve for Art. That meant no Tashi, and no Lily. So you were forced to entertain yourself.

It's not like you hadn't noticed the way Art's eyes strayed the very first time. Old enough to drink, you had been allowed to stay up with the adults, sitting around the fire pit and sipping on beers and seltzers. Nothing happened on that trip. He was still married, his daughter was inside.

But once he was single again, and you had only gotten older, Art let his gaze grow longer, examine further.

The first time, you caught him before he left to go down and join your parents in the water. It was a few minutes on your knees, but it opened a floodgate.

The second, he returned the favor, finding you in the hot tub after midnight and deciding it would be a perfect opportunity to showcase his breath control.

And that trade-off went on all week, Art firmly telling... himself? You? That it was absolutely going to be the last time. It never was, and that had you satisfied. But you craved more now.

So you laid your trap, your parents gone for most of the day to white water raft. Regardless of your desire to join them, you knew you had to decline, using fixing your tan lines as an excuse. And yeah, technically it was the truth. The moment they left, you went down to the dock in your most revealing swimsuit, laying out a towel on the sun soaked wood.

It wasn't long until Art found you, top untied to prevent further lines. You could hear his breathing... God, you would kill to hear the way he sighs once he gets a hand in your hair... Hey, with the way his eyes were devouring you, maybe you'd finally get more than sighs. Good deal.