Page 25 of Nanny For My Brother's Best Friend

“Close counts for something, right?”

Delilah checks the crock pot and stirs gently. She’s focusing way too much on the task and it’s obvious how much effort she’s making not to look at me. I glance at Andrew and he’s talking to Lola, and I hope he doesn’t notice this.

“That is a pea, Lola. Not a bean.”

Andrew boops her nose, making my daughter giggle in that free way I often envy. I offer to help Delilah, but she quickly assures me she’s fine if I can watch Lola for a bit. There’s still no eye contact and I sit on the couch near my daughter, looking at her vast pile of fake food. She’s spoiled and I roll my eyes when I see some repeats in there.

I let Lola make me a plate of food that would never go together in real life, smiling as I thank her.

“Del’s tired. I can tell. Must have been a long day.”

Andrew glances at his sister and I watch as he searches her face.

“She watches this little tornado for a job.” I stroke Lola’s cheek and she offers me a sweet smile.

We sit down to eat, and I notice Delilah is now across the table from me with Lola at the head of the table between us. It’s different, but I know why she’s doing this. Andrew eats his weight at dinner as he asks Delilah all kinds of questions. They’re not too invasive and I watch quietly as she fires back vague but acceptable answers as she watches Lola carefully through the meal.

Delilah manages a cheesecake for dessert, knowing how much Andrew loves it. Even under pressure, the woman is incredible.

When we’re finally alone, she disappears to get Lola ready for bed. Andrew left with a smile on his face and a full belly and didn’t seem to pick up on anything between us. I sit on the couch with some water, waiting for her to come back into the room so we can talk. I don’t know quite what to say, but something needs to happen here.

It’s an hour later and I’m sitting in the room as Delilah walks back into the kitchen.

“Did she take that long to go to sleep?”

“Extra stories. You know how much she loves that.”

She won’t look at me, and I stand up and rush to the kitchen.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

My voice rises and I watch as she swallows thickly before looking at me.

“How can I when my brother is here eating with us? The timing was awful on that, by the way.”

“It wasn’t my idea, but how was I supposed to protest it and not look suspicious? Us barely talking isn’t hiding anything.”

“All I think about is what happened between us and if I look at you in front of anyone, I am going to blow it. Lola would probably notice. I want to explode!”

“That makes two of us.”

There’s a rush of air and I feel Delilah against me, kissing me hard. Her arms are around my neck and our tongues dance together as I slide my hands around her hips. Something inside of me feels peace with her like this, and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss.

Something tells me we’re not stopping this time and I know I’m not capable of doing that. After kissing for what feels like hours, I lift Delilah into my arms and carry her to my room. She holds onto my neck, and I hold her legs, since her dress is tight around them. Slipping her onto the mattress, I stare into her face as our eyes lock.

“Do you want this, Delilah? I can’t stop a second time with you.”

“More than I have ever wanted anything.”

She reaches for my track pants, sliding them down to bare my painful erection to her. Delilah is not wasting any time tonight and I rip my shirt off, tossing it to the side. She leans forward, stroking me before taking me into her mouth as I groan her name. She’s good at this and I slide my hands into her curls as she moves, wrapping her heat tightly around me with breaks to lick me in slow, teasing motions. I will not last, and I try to pull her away, but Delilah holds my ass as she takes me deep into her throat.

“Fuck.”

I come, unable to hold off any longer. It’s explosive, and she swallows every drop, staring into my eyes.

“What the hell was that?” I drop to the bed beside her, leaning forward to catch my breath. “I don’t even want to know how you’re so good at that.”

“Something I have been dreaming about.” Delilah stands and takes her dress off, revealing a tiny matching bra and underwear in pink lace that makes me curse again. She moves onto the bed, scooting back to the pillows, as I can’t help but follow her.

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