Page 22 of Nanny For My Brother's Best Friend

I relax for a second and then hear a sound by my door. Glancing at the screen on the monitor, I can see that Lola is sleeping in her room.

Was that Miles? His room is down another hallway and there’s no need for him to be here, but maybe I am imagining things. I rise to clean up, pulling on a robe to grab some cold water from the kitchen. I am a wobbly mess making my way down the empty hall and I convince myself that I imagined the noise.

I grab a bottle from the fridge and close it when I see Miles leaning against the counter in the light.

“You scared me. I didn’t see you there.”

I slam the door and stand straight, knowing I look a little thrown together right now. That was a really great orgasm and my skin flushes at the memory of it. I avert my eyes and glance towards my room.

“I was just getting this before bed. Lola is out for the night.”

Miles holds up a bottle and I nod.

“Was it easy?”

“Getting her to bed?”

“Yeah. I know sometimes she wants extra books.”

Why do I sound so breathy?

“Are you okay, Delilah? You seem off tonight.”

Miles steps forward as I stare at him, looking down at my hands. He takes my right one, bringing my fingers to his nose and inhaling. I freeze and watch his eyes close as I realize I didn’t wash my hands that well. I did nothing to cover this up.

“That was you at my door?”

I whisper, and he draws my fingers into his mouth slowly.

“You sound good when you’re coming, especially when it’s my name on your lips.”

Shit. Did I say Miles’s name? I can’t remember. Before I can speak, he kisses me and pulls my body close to his. Helplessly, I moan and wrap my arms around his neck to remain standing as his tongue brushes against mine. No man has ever affected me this way, and I feel my body respond to him as my nipples harden through the thin robe. I feel like I never got myself off at all and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss as he claims my mouth.

His hands are on my ass, lifting the robe to find me bare. Miles curses and lifts me to place me on the kitchen counter, meeting my eyes with need of his own. He opens my robe to reveal my thin camisole and nothing more, taking me in as I shiver under his intense gaze.

“This is so fucking wrong.”

Miles takes a second before freeing my breasts. He takes a nipple into his mouth, and I let out a long whimper as it goes right to my core. He puts a hand on my thighs as I part them automatically, slipping my hand into his hair to pull him closer.

When he strokes my slick inner thigh, I rest my head on his and moan his name. Miles moves his finger to my pussy, stroking me as I grip him tightly. I’m needy and rock into him as Miles touches me just the way I need him to, building me up to another orgasm that promises to be more explosive than the first one.

He moves his mouth to the other nipple, drawing me between his teeth and dragging them over my skin before sliding a finger inside of me. His thumb still works my clit and I cry out as I feel myself go over the edge, coating his fingers.

Miles drops, putting his weight on his legs as he pulls me forward to lick my release from my body. His tongue is everywhere and his mouth sucks in all the right places as I try not to scream his name.

“Miles. I’m so close again.”

He gets more aggressive, reminding me of the focused man on the ice. I’m already sensitive from the first two times but because he’s Miles, he makes me come again. I cover my mouth as waves wash over me, stronger than before.

How?

Miles pulls back slowly, rising to his feet. He kisses me lightly and I can taste myself all over him as he takes slow breaths. I cling to him, feeling like all of my bones are gone. Will I ever recover from this?

“I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened, but I’m having a hard time controlling myself.”

I shake my head and slide my hands down his body, feeling his erection through his shorts. Miles is huge, and I grip him before he pushes my hand away.

“I can’t do this with you. Andrew and Lola are… I just can’t do this to them.”

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