Page 48 of Bad Nanny

Did the family also include her? I was starting to think I wanted it to.

“You named the fake tree?” I loosened my tie as we stood there, our backs to my daughter while in our own little bubble...with the tree.

“Well, when we’re talking to Brad, we can’t just say ‘the tree in the house.’ He might think we’re talking about a Christmas tree or the family tree, so we named her Olivia.” She was something else, and it took all my willpower not to kiss her.

“Who the fuck is Brad?” I asked, making sure to whisper.

“Laney didn’t tell you about Brad?” She shook her head and looked back at the olive tree. “Brad is the rosebush with the pink roses.”

“You named the rosebush Brad? What other antics have you two been up to?”

“We did her laundry today. She wanted to do yours too,but I told her you’d be cranky if we touched your underwear.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“I pay good money for Barbara to do our laundry.” What was next, Delaney cleaning toilets and mopping the floor?

I wasn’t opposed to my daughter learning how to clean and take care of herself, but she had enough to deal with. Plus, she was barely five.

“But she should know she can do it too.” Josie nudged my arm. “Do you need me to teach you how to do laundry?”

“No.” It came out a little more curtly than intended. “Sorry, rough day.”

She let go of my pinkie and put her hand on my shoulder, squeezing the tense muscles. “I can tell. Why don’t you go upstairs, take a hot shower, and come back down in some comfy clothes? I’ll order Chinese for dinner.”

“Takeout?” I wanted to remind her that we had healthy prepared meals in the refrigerator, ready to be heated, but I’d already reached my dick quota for the day.

“Don’t get me wrong, the meals the chef makes are great, but damn, a fat, juicy egg roll would really hit the spot tonight.” Her voice dripped with innuendo as she dug her thumb into a particularly tight spot.

I groaned. “You are so bad.”

“Get moving.” She swatted my ass, which I’m sure she only did because Delaney was entranced by her crafts.

Risking Delaney seeing us, I pulled Josie into my chest and lowered my mouth to her ear. “You’re going to pay for that later.”

She shuddered as I took her earlobe between my teeth. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.” I backed away from her before my willpower snapped.

“It better be.” She walked back to the table, her hips swaying suggestively.

It was going to be a long wait until Delaney went to bed.

“Fuck, baby. I love the way you suck my cock.” I grabbed hold of Josie’s ponytail, pulling her off me. “But I’d much rather come inside you.”

Josie got to her feet, her naked body on display as she straddled me on her couch. “I want to ride you.”

I groaned as she kissed me, her tongue pushing into my mouth and tangling with mine. Wrapping my fist around my cock, I brushed the tip against her clit, letting the ball on the barbell rub against her.

She dug her nails into my shoulders and lifted onto her knees, burying her face in my neck. “I need you inside me.”

Thankfully, she’d told me earlier in the week that she had an IUD, so I lined the head up with her soaking wet entrance. “Fuck me, Josie.”

Lifting her head, she held my gaze, her eyes glistening with want. “I plan to.” Her husky voice went straight to my cock, a bead of pre-cum escaping as it wept for her.

Her hands found their way down my chest, raking across my nipples and down my stomach. Her hand joined mineand held my cock in place as she slowly lowered herself onto me.

My senses were overloaded with the feel of her tightness around me and the sweet scent of her arousal in the air. We both let go of my cock, and I cupped her breasts, pushing them together before burying my face between them.

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