Page 84 of The Nanny Tenure (Single Dads Club)

“I can’t… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” Liam said in a low purr, switching the setting to a harder thrust. “You can take it.”

“No… I… It’s…” I panted, my words lost on a moan.

He simply nodded his approval and ran his hand over my temple, pushing hair away from my face. As he loomed over me, his eyes lit with fire. A single-minded focus that I knew he only reserved for his work. But I guessed I was his work now. And god, it felt good.

Too good.

“You’re almost there,” he murmured, his hand moving to my breast, tweaking my nipple. “Come for me like a good girl.”

My back arched, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight at the onslaught of tension suddenly racking my muscles and bones. Fire spread out from my belly, and I cried out when my orgasm crested.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” He slowed the vibrator down but didn’t shut it off, lazily easing it in and out of me. “Look at me, angel.”

I tried. I really did, but I couldn’t. Even the weight of my eyelids was too much. He lightly kissed my mouth, my chin, my jaw, behind my ear. “Come on. Let me see those big eyes of yours.”

He shut off the vibrator and set it aside, firmly planting both hands on either side of my shoulders, and I eventually opened my eyes to him. He smiled warmly. “There she is.”

“That wasn’t like when I’m by myself.”

“If it were, I think I would have heard you.”

I scooted up, glancing to his bedroom door, worried. “Do you think Finn heard me?”

“No.” He laughed. “But next time, I might have to turn up his sound machine.”

“Was I that loud?”

He shrugged, unconcerned, and offered me one more kiss before turning away from me. He removed his pants and tossed them into the laundry basket, so I took that as my cue and started to gather up my clothes to dress.

He noticed. “Where are you going?”

“To…my…room.”

He shook his head. “You can get dressed, but you’re sleeping in here.” Then he stalked off to the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth. I’d already done that, so I threw on my pajamas and slipped under Liam’s gray comforter. He didn’t use a top sheet, only a fitted sheet and comforter. How I liked it.

After he finished up in the bathroom, a half smile graced his lips when he saw me in his bed, and he gathered up all my vibrators, zipped them in the pouch, then tossed it into a drawer. I guessed they lived in his room now.

He snuggled in bed behind me, in only his boxer briefs, and curled an arm around my waist, kissing my shoulder. “Night, angel.”

“Night, Professor.”

And I think I wanted to live in his room now too.

TWENTY-THREE

LIAM

Ihadn’t considered what it would be like to wake up with Kennedy in my bed. Didn’t even think about what it would mean for Finn. And I didn’t know what kind of shitty father that made me, that I’d lost all sense of time, space, and responsibility. Because all I wanted and cared about was getting a taste of Kennedy, making her so thoroughly satisfied she’d never think about another man again.

Yet having Finn bound into my room and jump up onto the bed plunged me back into reality like being thrown into a pool.

“Addy!”

I shot up, blinking and holding out my hand so he didn’t crash into a still-waking Kennedy. “Hey, guy. Careful. Careful.”

“Ken-dee!” He crawled over to her, settling between us with a big grin. “Ken-dee!”

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