Page 39 of Military Daddies' Nanny

She grins, a wicked curl of lips that has desire pooling molten in my core. Then she's kissing me again, harder this time, with an edge of teeth that speaks to her own simmering frustration. I growl low in my throat, hands roaming greedily over the fleshy curves of her body as I back her up against my desk.

In one fluid motion, I lift Nancy onto the polished wooden surface, wedging myself between her parted thighs. Her legs immediately lock around my waist, dragging me in closer as our kisses grow more heated, more frantic.

My hips grind against hers of their own volition, seeking that exquisite friction. She gasps into my mouth at the contact, arching into me. "Drew, please..."

The breathy entreaty is my undoing. With fumbling, eager hands I divest us both of just enough clothing to grant access to bare skin. Then I'm finally, finally sinking into her welcoming heat, and oh god, nothing has ever felt this right.

For several suspended heartbeats, we're both frozen, foreheads pressed together, shaky breaths mingling in the scant space between our parted lips. I'm overwhelmed by sensation, by the silken grip of her body around mine, the rapid thrumming of her pulse beneath my fingertips where they encircle her wrist.

"You feel incredible," I rasp, voice low and gravelly with need. "So perfect, Nancy,FUCK..."

She whimpers in response, hips canting up in wordless encouragement. Taking the cue, I begin to move within her—slow, deep strokes that have us both trembling.

It's better than I ever could have imagined, being joined with Nancy like this. The slick slide of skin on skin, her breathless cries of pleasure muffled against my neck, the way her nails dig crescents into my shoulders... I'm drunk on it. Intoxicated. I’m already addicted to the press of her soft curves molding against my harder planes.

I push my pants and briefs further down, creating more room for my legs. The whole time, I leave my cock buried deep inside Nancy, enjoying the soothing sound of her soft moans.

It’s almost impossible for me to really process what’s really going on.This is Nancy I’m fucking. The realization hits me dead like a bullet between my eyes.

I’ve spent so many nights thinking about what this moment will feel like. Wanting her, craving her. And now she’s mine. It’s a surreal feeling, almost like it’s too good to be true.

Her back arches as I slowly slide into her again, her fingers tracing the scar on my chest. I lean forward and kiss her, enjoying the sweet taste of her lush lips. And then I start to thrust faster, the table underneath us groaning in protest.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills me with a heady sensation and I lean into that sweet feeling, losing myself to the beautiful rhythm our bodies make with each powerful thrust of my hips.

I can hear Nancy’s voice as she mutters relentlessly but I’m too far gone in my search for pleasure to make out the words she’s uttering. All I know is that the sound, hot against my ears drives me ever forward to a crescendo.

So lost am I in the burning pleasure of our joining, that I don't register the sound of the door swinging open until it's too late. A startled yelp has my head snapping up just in time to see Carlos and Nathan frozen in the entryway, eyes wide as saucers.

"Holy shit," Carlos breathes, an odd note to his voice I can't quite place. Shock, yes, but something else too. "Well, this is a plot twist if I ever saw one."

Mortification floods through me in an icy wave. I hastily extricate myself from Nancy, fumbling to make us both decent again as heat creeps up my neck. "I…we were just…"

"Having sex on your desk?" Nathan interjects drily, one eyebrow quirked. "Yeah, we gathered that much, thanks."

To my immense surprise, there's no anger in his tone. No betrayal or hurt. If anything, he sounds...amused. I glance at Nancy and find her watching the exchange with her bottomlip caught between her teeth, an unreadable expression on her flushed face.

"Look, I can explain," I start, not even sure myself what I intend to say. But Carlos cuts me off with a bark of laughter.

"Explain what,hermano? That you finally got your head out of your ass and made a move? Took you long enough."

I blink at him, uncomprehending. "You're...not mad?"

It's Nathan who answers, lips curved in a small smile as he meets my baffled stare. "Drew. We've been waiting for this to happen for weeks now. You think we didn't notice the way you two look at each other? The sexual tension was about ready to combust."

"You..." I trail off, gaze darting between my brother, my best friend, and the woman I've just made love to for the first time. "I don't understand. I thought…I mean, you and Nancy, you're..."

"Together?" Carlos supplies easily. "Yeah, we are. All of us."

And suddenly, like the final piece of a puzzle snapping into place, I get it. The meaning behind Nancy's earlier words—we'll figure it out. Together. All of us.

She hadn't just been referring to navigating whatever was developing between her and me alongside her existing relationship with Nathan and Carlos. No, she'd meant…

"You want us all together," I breathe, eyes finding Nancy's. "The four of us. As a...as a…"

She nods, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "If that's something you'd want. I want you, Drew. Just as much as I want them. I don't want to have to choose."

For a long moment, I'm rendered speechless by the weight of her declaration.She wants me. Nancy, this incredible woman who brought light back into my life, into my children's lives...she wants me. Wants us. All of us, together.

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