Page 28 of Military Daddies' Nanny

Without another word I move in closer, caging her lithe body against the countertop with my hips pressing insistently into hers. Nancy goes utterly still, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up at me with wide, smoldering eyes.

"You don't have to say it out loud again,bonita," I murmur, my mouth a scant few inches from hers. I can feel the scorching heat of her in waves, her eyes dilating as her chest rises and falls rapidly against mine. "I think we both know exactly how attracted you are to all three of us."

A tremor runs through her, and Nancy's lips part on a shaky exhalation. I can practically taste the longing radiating off her.

"Carlos..." she whispers, sounding conflicted yet utterly enthralled. "This is…we shouldn't..."

"Shh." I cut off her protest by leaning in until my mouth is a hair’s breadth from hers, our lips brushing with every rasped word. "Live a little,mamacita.No dejes que los jueces decidan lo que está bien."

She whimpers softly, the sound going straight to my aching dick. I lean in those last few millimeters to capture her plump bottom lip between mine, biting down gently. This time it's a full-body shudder that wracks Nancy's frame as she melts against me with a moan.

That's all the encouragement I need. Cupping her jaw in one calloused palm, I slant my mouth over hers in a scorching, devouring kiss.

Nancy mewls into my mouth, her arms coming up to clutch at the hard planes of my shoulders as she yields to my conquering tongue. I deepen the kiss ravenously, savoring the honey-sweet taste of her as I lick into her honeyed warmth.

Fuck me, but she's intoxicating. I could happily spend every waking moment with this woman's softness pressed against me, our bodies melded seamlessly together.

She fits me like a glove, her lush curves molding to every hard edge and plane of my own body as she arches and writhes against me wantonly.

One of my hands drifts down to cup the generous swell of her ass, squeezing and kneading that juicy flesh through the thin cotton of her shorts. Nancy rewards me by raking her nails down my back with a moan that makes my cock jerk.

We're both breathing raggedly by this point, exchanging a filthy clash of tongue and teeth as I walk us backward, pinning her up against the wall so I can grind my hardened length against the juncture of her thighs.

Nancy cries out at the sensation, her back arching like a bow drawn taut as I pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses along the slender column of her throat. She tastes like heaven and smells even better — the warm, musky scent of arousal clinging to her skin driving me absolutely rabid.

"You feel sofuckin'good,bonita," I pant against her throat, sucking a stinging mark into that tender flesh as I roll my hips against hers in a dirty grind. "I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on that sweet body that you were made for me to—"

"Carlos? Nancy? You guys in—oh shit!"

The sound of Nathan's startled voice cuts through the roaring lust in my ears. I glance over my shoulder to find him frozen in the doorway to the kitchen, his wide hazel eyes trained on the compromising position Nancy and I are tangled in like he can't quite believe his eyes.

For one delirious, greedy moment I consider telling him to fuck off and mind his own business. I'm exactly where I want to be—buried between Nancy's soft thighs with her trembling and whimpering under my mouth's heated assault.

But then a wave of sanity rushes back over me, and I draw back from Nancy enough to give her space to catch her breath. Her face is flushed a ravishing shade of pink, those swollen lips shining with a combination of my saliva and her own arousal. The sight is almost enough to make me surge back in and claim that honeyed mouth in another savage kiss.

Only the self-conscious way she untangles herself from me and immediately crosses her arms as though cloaking her body reminds me that this situation has suddenly become significantly more complicated than just a flirtatious interlude between consenting adults.

Nathan hovers in the doorway, his face a mask of disbelieving lust and surprise as he takes in the scene in front of him.

His eyes are trained hungrily on Nancy, skating down the lithe lines of her body and back up to meet my own gaze. The intense heat in his stare has me hardening impossibly further, cock pulsing insistently as I imagine him joining us in whatever debauchery was about to unfold.

From the looks of it, he wants nothing more than to dive into this tangled web we've spun together, his need to possess Nancy's body clearly a match for my own.

"You told me last night that you like all three of us," Nathan's rough voice shatters the heavy silence at last, his gaze zeroing in on Nancy with laser focus. "Now I'm just wondering—does that invitation…include us both at once?"

The question hangs heavy between us, fraught with tension and possibility. Nancy gapes at him wordlessly, her hands fluttering helplessly at her sides like she's not even sure how to process what he's asking of her.

When her wide, panicked eyes finally find mine again, all I can do is shrug my shoulders in a silent message of openness. Whether she wants to walk away or take Nathan up on his scandalous proposition is her call now.

The air in the kitchen is swiftly becoming charged and electric, sparking with Nancy's inner turmoil and indecision while Nathan and I stand back, our dual gazes roving hotly over every inch of her flustered form.

I watch the rise and fall of her ample chest grow more ragged, her eyes darkening with unmasked longing like she's actually considering Nathan's filthy demand. Part of me wants to rip her clothes off and take her up against the wall right here before she can change her mind.

Then Nancy does something utterly unexpected—she spins on her heel and flees from the kitchen in a flurry of soft brown curls and dizzying floral perfume, leaving nothing but a startled hush in her wake, and two savage men with bulging erections.

Chapter 11

Nancy

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