Page 93 of The Nanny Tenure (Single Dads Club)

It was only Christmas Eve, but Santa sure as hell couldn’t bring me anything better than Kennedy and her sweet mouth. I sucked air through my teeth when her hand ventured up my thigh, past my balls, pressing right behind them. She’d done all this before. I’d had her mouth on me before, but being in my mother’s house made it more frantic, more illicit, and my blood pounded in my ears.

She shifted, her hips restless, because she always got wet giving me head, and I reached out, searching under her T-shirt and the flimsy cotton bra, to palm her breast, pluck at her nipple. She practically purred, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. I loved when she offered to go down on me. Her eyes always got glassy as she took me all the way to the back of her throat, sloppy and so fucking perfect.

“Turn around so I can taste you,” I said, and she released me with an audible pop and worked her hand up and down my soaked shaft.

“No. There’s not enough time.”

“Says who?”

“Says your mother who told me to come wake you up.”

I groaned, knowing in a few minutes, Mom would be yelling for me to get my ass downstairs. There wouldn’t be enough time. I loved going down on Kennedy, but I usually lost track of time and couldn’t do that here.

So, instead, I raked my fingers through her hair, gathering it all up between my hands, holding it tightly. “Don’t move, angel.” She braced herself, with her hands on either side of my thighs, and I thrust up into her mouth, curling my lips to bite back a moan at the crude sounds she made, the suction and slight gagging. “Christ, Kennedy, you’re such a good girl. My perfect good girl.”

I dropped my head back to the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut at the onslaught of sensation, the buzzing at the bottom of my spine and the back of my head, the overwhelming need to tell her she was everything I could hope for. She was joy and sunshine, sexy and sweet, generous and so goddamn tenderhearted, it killed me to think about how she had been hurt in her past. If I could, I’d wipe it all away, anything that ever broke her heart.

And I would do anything in my power to make sure she never cried tears of pain again.

Because I loved her. I loved Kennedy.

It was with that last thought that I exploded in her mouth, only a moment after I warned her I was coming. She climbed over me, her cheeks pink, lips swollen and shining with a bit of my come at the corner. Pulling her to me, I devoured her mouth, savagely licking and biting, attempting to show how much I felt for her. Because I’d be damned to tell her now, at my mother’s house, after she’d given me a really great blow job to wake me up.

No, she deserved more and better than that.

So, kissing her would have to do for now, and when her hair was messed up enough and she was sufficiently out of breath, I let her go with a smack to her ass. “Be down in a minute.”

She stumbled, a little dazed, and combed her fingers through her hair, tying the mass of dark locks up on the top of her head, as she smiled at me.

I would never tire of it.

TWENTY-FIVE

KENNEDY

Iwas beat. There was no other way to put it. Liam’s family, while wonderful, was exhausting. There were so many people, too many loud voices—which was really saying something, as I wasn’t exactly quiet. But the O’Neils were a whole other level.

They argued as much as they got along. They teased one another relentlessly, and I didn’t know how Eileen managed to cook so much food. There was never a day when she didn’t have something prepared, but it did give me a good opportunity to bond with her since I enjoyed being in the kitchen too. She told me about how she’d met Jack, her dearly departed husband, through her brother and admitted that she had so many kids because she kept trying for a girl. Instead, God blessed her with “a hoodlum pack of boys.”

Even though it was lovely to meet everyone, the thing I enjoyed the most was being guided around town. Liam took me on a walk of historic Boston, where he said he’d spent summers working as a tour guide. He nerded out as I complained about how cold I was, to which he responded by placing a searing kiss on my lips. We ate at all his favorite spots, took Finn to the aquarium, and went out drinking one night with Seamus and Nikki when I tried my first car bomb. It was awful.

While the week had been amazing, I was happy to be home.

We’d staggered into the house, bleary-eyed from the car ride, and practically fell asleep as soon as we shuffled upstairs. Today, we did all the boring and horrible post-vacation things like laundry and grocery shopping. Though, I did manage to snag a bottle of champagne last minute to celebrate New Year’s.

“Hey.” Liam dove onto the sofa, his head in my lap, after tucking Finn in bed since we’d celebrated the New Year with him and Tessa earlier via FaceTime. “What’re you doing?”

“Emailing these to Tess.” I showed him the photos and videos on my phone that I’d captured of Finn playing with his cousins, falling asleep on the couch in the middle of the day, and ripping open presents. I had promised to send them to her. “It keeps telling me to resize them, though.”

He held up his hand. “Lemme see.” He fiddled with my phone for a minute. “I’m downloading the Dropbox app. What’s your Apple ID?”

“Uh.” I stared off in thought. “I can never remember. Look at my notes app. I have all my passcodes listed.”

“Are you kidding?” He huffed and sat up with a perturbed glance in my direction. “What if someone found or stole your phone? They’d have all your information.”

I waved off his worry and switched positions so my head was in his lap as he continued to work on my phone for another minute before passing it back to me. “I downloaded the app and sent the files, but you need to do something about all your log-ins and passwords.”

“Yes, Professor,” I said, earning a playful pinch on my thigh along with a smacking kiss to my mouth. “You want to open that?” I pointed to the champagne I had resting in a bucket of ice alongside two regular glasses since Liam didn’t have any flutes.

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