Page 21 of Hidden While In Sight

“Your husband is such a goddamn cliché, fucking the nanny. Why don’t you interrupt them?”

She shook her head, her hair brushing against his cheek at the movement. “It doesn’t matter.” Her voice was so low, it was a wonder the breeze didn’t snatch it away.

“No?” Diego’s hand snaked out, the material of her nightie slick beneath his touch as he slid his hand along her belly. She pulled in a breath and held it as his thumb caressed her stomach. All his worst intentions rose to the forefront of his mind when, instead of jerking away, her legs shifted and her back pressed fully against his chest. “And what about you, Hannah? Do you get to do the same as your husband?”

She shook her head again, the scent of her hair almost minty, maybe something with eucalyptus.

“That doesn’t seem right. How about taking some revenge?” He breathed in that sharp scent of her, the intensity almost intoxicating. “Let me take care of you, mami.”

She let out the smallest gasp as her body shuddered against his again. “That wouldn’t be right.”

“I think it would be fucking delicious, making you come as you watch your husband do the same.” He gave in to his need, brushing his lips over her shoulder, right where her nightgown strap had slipped down. Her head shifted, providing him better access, and his body shook as he held back from giving in to temptation.

“Let me touch you,” he begged.

Her hand came up, pressing over his on her stomach. “Is this real?” she asked, stroking his hand as if to decide for herself.

It felt like some kind of fever dream to him as well. “Been having naughty thoughts about me, have you?” He slid his lips along her shoulder, her every shiver seeping inside of him. “We can call this a dream. Only a dream. If it isn’t real, you can let me make you feel good, can’t you?”

“Oh, God,” Hannah breathed out, her head lolling on his shoulder as her chest heaved.

His hand tightened on her as his lips stilled. “I need permission, Hannah. Even if it’s a dream, you’re in control. Ask me to take care of you, if you want me to.”

Her body trembled. She shook her head. “I can’t.”

His control was unraveling. He should do what he wanted anyway. He could make her enjoy every minute of his touch, but it’d be against her will. And then he’d be no better than that prick Colin Ashford.

He turned his head and kissed her jaw, his thumb caressing her. “Last chance.”

When she remained silent, he began to release her. Her fingers slid between his, holding his hand right where it was. She swallowed, the word barely audible. “Please.”

Heat flooded his body, nearly taking away his breath. “‘Please’ what?”

She turned her head, a feather-light caress of lips passing over his neck. “Please take care of me.”

His other hand clamped around her, out of some subconscious need to keep her from getting away. A dim part of his brain told him he was being ridiculous. She’d just given him consent; she was doing nothing to run. No, she was gasping just from him holding her against his chest.

He tried to breathe through the overwhelming need to take from her instead of give, to fuck her just like his cock wanted. He ruthlessly lashed these urges down in his head. Hannah deserved exactly what she’d asked for.

At his hesitation, her voice came to him, shredding even more of his control. “D-Diego?”

The sound of his name on her lips sent all the blood from his brain to his groin.

His mouth fell to her shoulder, managing not to bite into her but to kiss lightly instead. He’d never felt this feral before. He nosed the strap of her nightie until it dropped to her upper arm.

His fingers linked tighter with hers. “If you’re sure, Hannah, lower your other strap yourself. Show me those pretty cherry tits.”

She sucked in a breath, but her free hand lifted, dragging down the thin strap of her nightie until the material bunched around his hands, where they clutched her stomach.

Diego was tempted to turn her away from the window so he could feast on her chest, both with his eyes and his watering mouth.

Muffled grunts drifted to them from inside the house, drawing both their gazes to where her husband had already begun fucking their nanny.

He didn’t want to release her hand, so he used his other one to move up over the tight skin at her ribs and palmed the nipple of one tiny breast.

Hannah made a choked hum as she stared at the window in front of them and pushed her breast into his palm. Watching her husband while she got turned on must have been a heady sensation for her. Let her take back a sliver of herself. This didn’t need to be about Diego’s need for her at all. He could allow her simple revenge.

His palm swirled around her nipple, which took up almost the full surface of her breast. It began to tighten and peak beneath his repeated caresses. He rolled the beaded nipple between his fingers.

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