Page 63 of The Single Dad

He grins, seeming pleased by my words. “That was me taking it easy on you, you know.”

The growl in his voice makes my aching clit throb. After all of that, one simple sentence is enough to fill me with desire.

I want to know what it would be like if he didn’t take it easy on me. If he didn’t hold anything back.

It feels like playing with fire to even consider wanting that, but I can’t stop myself. I do want it. It’s all I can think about.

Fuck, that was amazing.

It was better than all of my fantasies. The feeling of him inside me, his hands on my hips, was far beyond what my imagination could cook up in dreams.

While I’m still sprawled on the bed, Cole leans over to kiss me. He rolls onto his back beside me, and we lie facing the ceiling together. His fingertips glide over my exposed thigh, up toward my stomach, like he can’t get enough of touching me.

He makes a small humming sound. “So, I feel like at this point I should reassure you that this isn’t what I invited you here for.”

I glance at him, confused.

“I didn’t hire you just so that I could fuck you,” he clarifies. “I didn’t intend for this to happen.”

“I know. I didn’t intend for it to happen either. I mean, I definitely… daydreamed about it. But I didn’t expect it.”

He nods in agreement. “The chemistry got to be too much,” he admits. “I wanted you, and you wanted me. We tried to be good, but—”

“—neither of us are saints,” I finish, echoing his own words back at him. He gives me a crooked grin.

“I suppose not.” There’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes, like a promise of renewed heat. “You enjoyed all of that dirty talk far too much for sainthood.”

I laugh lightly, then sigh. The post-orgasm haze washes over me as I stare up at the ceiling, letting my body relax into the sheets.

After a few moments of shared silence, he says, “I don’t want to lose you as a nanny.”

I glance back over at him.

“Archie would be devastated,” he continues, running his index finger in spirals over my hip. “You get along with him better than anyone else. I don’t want to cause that kind of chaos for him.”

“Of course,” I say quickly. Before now, I had been so focused on my desires that I hadn’t even thought about what would come afterward—what the consequences might be, if I actually got what I wanted.

If I’d been thinking, I might have guessed I’d get fired. But it doesn’t seem like Cole is about to fire me.

“We’re going to need to figure out how to navigate this now that it’s happened,” he murmurs. “Because I think we can both agree that this will happen again.”

I’m relieved to hear them say that. It’s an acknowledgment that this wasn’t just a one-time attraction that could be permanently sated by a night of sex. This runs deeper.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “We’re both going to be under the same roof, and…”

“It would be impossible to resist,” he says, completing my thought. He pauses for a moment, thinking, then adds, “But that doesn’t have to be a problem.”

I shift upwards a little, turning toward him. “No?”

“This could be just sex.”

I consider that for a moment. “No feelings involved,” I say slowly. “Nothing complicated.”

“Right,” he agrees. “No involvement. Purely physical. And we can keep things professional—nothing will happen between us during your work hours. Sex only happens during your time off.”

His fingers, now tracing my abs, pause in their progress across my stomach. He glances at me for confirmation.

“That sounds reasonable,” I say.

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