Book Description
Henry's in trouble. He's gone from being a big fish in a little pond in his home town to being a very small fish in a much bigger pond at college, and he's just not keeping up.Instead of passing him through his classes because of his athletic ability like they did in high school, he discovers his professors actually mean it when they say he needs to do the work or he's going to fail his classes—and be kicked off the all-star hockey team.Adjusting to life at university sure isn't as easy or fun as he thought it was going to be—his roommate likes the same girl he does, and it looks like she likes him, too; he's failing English for sure and the dragon-lady who teaches the class seems to have a personal vendetta against him; and his hockey coach has even gone so far as to bench him!When his parents hire him a tutor, he turns to this angel of mercy for help, but little does he realize that Mrs. Toni Franklin is going to complicate his life in ways he never could have foreseen…--------------Warning: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, sex, and a sex toy and masturbation scene that you have to read to believe!--------------IF YOU LIKED BAUMGARTNER GENERATIONS: HENRY,you may want to have more fun with this family!A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena KittThe Baumgartners Plus One by Selena KittBabysitting the Baumgartners by Selena KittA Baumgartner Reunion by Selena KittBaumgartner Generations: Janie by Selena KittLetters to the BaumgartnersMeet the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt-----------------EXCERPT:“Toni,” he whispered, nudging her with his knee.“Shhh.” Her hand pressed against his thigh, squeezing. “Watch the movie.”He tried. He really did. But she didn't move her hand away. Instead she began inching it slowly upward and he held his breath, his eyes half-closed and glazed over. He didn't know how long it took for her to reach his crotch. Half an hour? An hour? It was an agonizingly slow progression, but he didn't dare move. On the screen, Brando and the girl had found a myriad of ways to have sex, only making things worse off-screen. Henry was so turned on he thought he just might come in his pants when he felt her long, red fingernails graze over his erection through his jeans.When he pressed his hips up toward her hand, he heard her swallow, her palm resting now against his zipper. Her face was turned toward the screen, as if the movie and whatever Brando was doing with a stick of butter was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen, but she was exploring the outline of his cock with her fingers in the dark. He wanted to touch her, too, but he didn't want to break the spell they were under, was too afraid she would stop, say no.He let out a soft cry when she rubbed her thumb over the head of his dick through the denim. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and he could hear her breath coming faster, almost as fast as his. He let his knees fall further open, feeling her thigh brush his. Her sweet, bare leg. He glanced down and saw that her skirt was up, far up over her knees, up the long, slim expanse of her thigh.She was too sexy for words.His eyes searched for her hemline, but it just kept going up and up, the folds of her skirt finally tucked into the V of her crotch. It was then that he realized where her other hand was. The thought of her touching herself, right there next to him in the dark, made his cock swell in response. He slowly covered her hand, the one cupping his erection, with his own. She whimpered when he did that and he saw her close her eyes as he rocked up against her, with her.Then she searched for and found his zipper. She inched it down, not even unsnapping his jeans, just sliding her hand into the opening to feel him through his boxers.
