Page 30 of Military Daddies' Nanny

Jamie doesn't realize the erotic fantasy she's inadvertently sparked in me until I fail to reply, the only sounds coming through the line being my harsh, ragged breaths.

"Whoa, Nance!" she exclaims, her tone brightening with prurient delight. "Are you actually getting all worked up right now picturing them tag-teaming that pretty little mouth of yours? You naughty girl!"

I give a muffled whimper, my thighs clenching together instinctively as the explicit images keep playing out in my mind's eye. There's real, tangible hunger blazing inside me now, churning and expanding into an inferno that's quickly becoming all-consuming.

"Jamie..." I pant out roughly, one of my hands creeping towards the waistband of my shorts without conscious permission. "I think…I think I want them. All three of them. I want —"

The sound of soft footsteps in the hallway reaches my ears and I pause, looking at the alarm clock. My eyes bulge as I see that it’s past seven already.

“Uh…Jamie, I have to go. The kids must be awake by now, and I need to make sure that they’re ready for school.”

“Oh, of course. Do what you have to do. We can finish our conversation later,” Jamie says, her voice filled with understanding.

“Thanks, girl. And thank you for listening to my scrambled thoughts so early in the morning,” I grin sheepishly, even though she isn’t there to see it.

Jamie chuckles from her end and I can picture her shaking her head.

“What are friends for if not to listen to conversations like this?”

It takes me a monumental effort to wrestle my spiraling lust back under control and fix a normal expression on my face, before opening my door to see Bella, with her hand poised to knock.

Her face registers shock at my sudden appearance, but then it’s gone a moment later.

“Morning Nancy. I wanted to tell you that Uncle Carlos is making breakfast already, so you don’t have to worry about it,” she states, standing with her hands behind her.

I wasn’t expecting to see her there either. My phone is still at my ear. I smile.

"O-oh, sure sweetie! Thanks for letting me know. I'll be down right away."

Bella beams before turning to head back down the stairs.

"Was that the cute little princess herself?" Jamie's teasing voice pipes up right as I’m about to step out of the room.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing for work?”

She snickers softly. “I was going to end the call, but then I heard the little princess’ voice and got curious.”

I roll my eyes at her saucy laugh, but a small, secretive smile tugs at my lips. “I’ve gotta get going, though. I should be the one making breakfast, but it seems Carlos already beat me to it.”

I can hear the smile in Jamie’s voice. “Wow, nothing sexier than a man who cooks.”.

I snort a laugh as I finally step out of my room. "I should send you pictures. I have a feeling you're going to take one look at them and instantly understand what's got me so worked up in the first place."

“If they’re managing to get you all worked up after months of me trying to convince you to let loose and failing, then I’m sure I don’t have to see them understand,” Jamie jokes.

Locking my door, I laugh freely at her easy acceptance, the knot of self-doubt and inner turmoil inside me loosening its grip somewhat. Talking things over with Jamie always helps put things in perspective.

Maybe I don't need to write myself off as some sort of degenerate deviant just for feeling an intense physical attraction to three incredibly sexy men, after all.

Especially if one of them has already directly propositioned me for group fun while the other cheerfully made out with me in the kitchen.

Perhaps it's time I start learning to embrace the long-suppressed lustful, indulgent side of myself—without constantly restrainingthat part of me under a tightly wound blanket of shame and propriety.

"Thanks for being your usual, un-filtered self, Jem," I tell her affectionately as I go down the stairs. "I really needed one of our classic heart-to-hearts to get my head on straight again."

"Anytime, babe," she replies warmly. "Just call me up again after you've gotten your freak on with those three hunks, ‘kay? I'll need every filthy, delicious detail."

I shake my head with a snort even as fresh heat licks across my skin at her words. Typical shameless Jamie.

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