Page 24 of Nanny for the Firefighter

I know that lines are blurring in my head—and my heart, if I’m honest—and that can’t happen.

We’re just friends. She’s just working with me to help out. That’s all. All that other stuff is in the past.

Speaking the reminder again and again to myself, I finally manage to close out the camera app and get back to work.

Still, I know this is going to be a long day—a long few weeks—with Bridget of all people working for me.

SEVEN

Bridget

Mason’s lips are on mine, then traveling lower and lower. Some part of me realizes this has to be a dream, but I don’t wake up, falling deeper into the fantasy.

“Bridget, you’ve been gone for too long. I need you.” Mason’s words are a raspy whisper that goes straight to my core.

I arch against him as his lips coast down the front of my throat, feeling them kiss and playfully nibble at my skin.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, Mason hesitates only long enough to place another feverish kiss on my lips, then pushes my arms back down to the bed over my head.

“Don’t move, beautiful.”

I don’t, lying there open and ready for him. Mason skims his hands down my sides, nearly tickling, before he grabs the hem of my shirt and hoists it up.

Yelping slightly in surprise, my eyes go wide as I watch him go straight for my nipple. He licks and sucks on the hardened bud, making me moan deep in my throat.

“That’s it, Bridget. I love those sounds you make.”

He keeps going, working me up something fierce as he devours my nipple. But then, Mason pulls back, stopping. I’mready to be upset, to beg him to keep going, when he goes for the button on my jeans, undoing them and pulling them down my legs.

In a long, slow journey, Mason slides my panties off next. I know the fabric is damp from how turned on I am, and embarrassment floods me.

“What’s that face? What are you thinking, beautiful?”

My cheeks heat, and I try to turn away from the situation, but Mason grabs my chin, gently holding me in place so that I have to meet his stare.

The words tumble out.

“Jai. He never…he never wanted me to be messy or ‘dirty.’ Enjoying things like this…it wasn’t my place.”

Mason runs his hand across my cheek, offering a gentle smile. “Never again, precious. All I want to see is your pleasure.”

With that, Mason tosses the undergarments to the side, diving between my legs like he’s starving for me. His tongue slides up my slit, and I buck against his mouth.

“Fuck!”

He does it again and again before slipping deeper inside and flicking across my clit. I cry out, pleasure zinging through me.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

Damn, do I want to. I’m right there, right on the edge of an orgasm, as Mason sucks and licks at my clit like a goddamn pro.

My legs clamp together, squeezing around Mason’s shoulders. His fingers join the work, and as he hooks my G-spot, pressing hard, I soar higher.

“Fuck, Mason! I’m going to c?—”

The solid click of the front door shutting has me jumping up off the couch and nearly falling to the floor. I blink against the light, trying to remember where the hell I am.

Mason’s. You’re at Mason’s. You were watching Mia.

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