Page 28 of Sexy Bad Daddy

God help me, she needs to step back. To shake her head. To tell me to go to hell before I ruin the good thing we have going. She doesn’t. Her gaze never leaves mine as I tug her hard against my chest. She tilts her face to mine a scant moment before I slam my mouth to hers. A slight moan vibrates through her chest as I press my tongue to her lips until she parts them so I can surge in and taste her.

Sweet like the cheesecake.

Breaking apart, I fight to catch my breath while I kiss the smear of dessert from her nose. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“No. We shouldn’t.” She’s shaking, breathing in sharp bursts, but still she doesn’t pull away.

“I shouldn’t kiss you again.” But I’m going to. I can’t fight my attraction to her any longer. Not now that I’ve had a taste.

“No.” Her palms are splayed on my chest, unmoving. As though to break this exact physical contact even a fraction will change our entire trajectory.

“We can’t do this.” I squeeze the back of her neck gently, meaning to reassure her, or me, that I’m going to let her go, that I’m going to step back, about face, get the hell out of the room.

Her eyelids flutter heavily as she moans.

“Fuck.” I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her up as I take her mouth again.

We slam against the counter, bounce off it, and crash into the island while our tongues war amid a clamour of harsh breaths and seductive whimpers. Her hands push and yank at my shirt, and I set her down on the cool surface. When I pull back to discard the clothing, she chases my kiss. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What?” Her gaze follows my hands to my belt as I undo it and the zip.

“You are,” I tell her. She’s so raw and eager, and fuck-me gorgeous. “I want to lay you out on this counter and eat you up with a side of that cheesecake.”

“Please.” She whines, her thighs clenching around my hips. Then she’s pushing at my pants, dragging them and my boxer briefs down until my cock springs free and she can wrap her palm around it.

Digging my fingers into her ass cheeks through the cotton dress, I drag her to the edge of the counter. She puts out her hands to brace herself while I hook my fingers into her panties to pull them down.

“Eek.” She lets out a surprised yelp that’s accompanied by a squelch as one hand lands in the cheesecake. The bowl tilts and dollops of filling end up all over the counter.

Heedless of the mess, she lifts her ass to help me as I pull her slinky black panties all the way down and drag them over her feet.

Hitching her dress up past her thighs, I slip my hands up her legs as she widens them for me. My finger glides though her arousal easily, and I circle her swollen clit before pushing into her. I practically crow, “Pity. I guess I’m going to have to eat all this myself.”

Her tits heave as she squirms on my digit, her breath rushing out of her before she bites her lip and brings her hand to her mouth to lick some of the sweet mess from her fingers.

It’s fucking hot the way the buttery concoction slides between her lips and down her wrist. I want her tongue on me, want her on me, any which way. Every way. I stop long enough to tear open a condom foil and wrap my wood. Longest minute of my life as she trails sticky fingers down my abs and leans in to follow them with her tongue. Then she shoves her hand in front of my face and I suck her fingers into my mouth. They taste like the cheesecake; I lick the traces of it from her skin and yank her hips to mine, shifting to sink inside her. Grasping her chin, I tip her face so I can kiss her again. Sucking and biting at her lips, I lift her up and push into her.

So tight, and hot, and wet. She squirms on my cock as she adjusts to me, taking me deep. Her nails bite into my shoulders as I stroke into her. Slow, fast, over and over and over. She climbs me, her arms wrapping around my head, pulling my face between her tits. Damn, I wish I’d stripped her naked. Wish I’d taken longer to enjoy this, as she cries out in my arms and practically cuts off my oxygen. My grip tightens around her hips, slamming into her harder while her orgasm clenches around me again and again until I’m utterly empty.

Knees weak, our bodies pressed together, I lower her to the floor. She clings to me for a minute, eyes wide and panting. I don’t want to let go of her. I’m pretty sure I could stand here all night if it would prolong the moment.

Erin is already drawing away though, and I can’t blame her. We were supposed to be friends. Not this. I peel off the condom, toss it in the bin, and tuck myself back into my pants. Doing up my zip, I try not to look her in the eye. I knew this was a train wreck in the making. Didn’t stop me though. I’m not sure it would have any effect if we found ourselves in the same predicament again. All I can do is try to wrap my head around what just happened so it doesn’t occur a second time. Picking up my shirt from the floor, I head out of the room.

“I’m sorry,” she says behind me.

Turning around, I watch her push her hair back from her flushed face. Her lower lip trembles despite how hard she’s trying not to let it. Shit, I don’t want to be a jerk. I don’t want her to be sorry for what happened between us. It’s not her fault I couldn’t keep control of my dick. “Should we talk about what just happened?”

“I should probably pack my things.” She picks up the cheesecake and dumps it in the sink, then turns on the water and grabs a cloth. All while avoiding looking at me. “Or do you want me to stay on for a week or two while you find a replacement?”

“What?” Fuck, that mess was supposed to be for her boyfriend. Someone who isn’t me. Someone who will never be me. I’ve never called myself a saint, but this is a low I didn’t expect to reach. Forgetting everything because she overtook my senses was irresponsible. Letting my desire get the better of me was a stupid move from the get-go, for so many reasons, but does she really plan on leaving Abby over it?

“You’re quitting?”

“It would be best.” Swiping the cloth over the puddle of gelatinous mess, she scoops it up and dumps it in the trash. “Wouldn’t it?”

Maybe. Probably. I don’t know. Isn’t she absolutely correct, that the minute we chose to have sex she stopped putting my daughter’s interests first? And so did I. That should be enough for me to agree that she should leave. Before Abby gets any more attached. Before I do. I want stability for my little girl, not someone who will eventually walk out on her because I screwed it up. “I’m going to go to bed. You should probably do the same. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll finish cleaning up.”

Why the hell did things have to get complicated?

“’Night.” With a curt nod, I leave Erin to turn off the lights.

Outside Abby’s room, I watch her sleep by the glow of the nightlight. She’s going to hate losing another nanny. I’m going to hate replacing Erin.

Padding across the floor, I stoop over Abby, brush her hair back from her face, and kiss her on the temple. “Goodnight, sweet pea.”

She mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like it’s about goats then settles into her pillow as I check to see she’s tucked in properly.

Maybe by morning I can convince myself that I want Erin to leave. And that I don’t want a longer, slower repeat of tonight with the nanny instead.

---