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I briefly wondered if I’d get in a small power nap before we started on round two, but that thought was quashed the moment his fingers began inching up my thigh.

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Murray

Ipropped myself up on my elbow, admiring the view in front of me.

As usual, I’d woken up before her, my body filled with the same adrenaline that had been keeping me on high alert all week.

I carefully eased the sheet down her body, desperate to glimpse what had immediately become my favorite part of her; the soft curve of her back rising up into the ass I now knew was made for my hands. Perfectly heart shaped. I couldn’t see her face, her hair a mass of golden waves filling the pillow as she breathed deep, but I didn’t need to. I saw her face every time I closed my eyes, having studied it every waking second for the past week since we’d returned from the Hamptons.

It had been a week of firsts.

A week of new experiences for both of us.

A week where there had barely been any talking because talking wasted time, especially when we could be enjoying each other in a different way. A naked way. I hadn’t been to the office once. I’d worked the bare minimum, usually confined to when she was napping, resting from the exertions of the night before, the morning, the afternoon, or evening. Our body clocks only kept in place by the tiny baby we were both looking after, because without her, our lives would have revolved around the clock of sex, eating, sleeping, and more sex.

It was amazing my dick hadn’t fallen off, but it was still there, raring to go as it was every time I saw her. She was like a homing beacon, and the second Bell went to sleep, we never got further than a few rooms without launching ourselves at each other again. I’d devoured her, fucked her, made love to her in every single inch of my apartment. And at nearly seven thousand square feet, that was a lot of space.

I was fully consumed.

I had fallen hard.

I couldn’t get enough.

The other woman I couldn’t get enough of began gurgling over the baby monitor, and I grabbed it before she woke Kit up. I took one more glance at her before running to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The bathroom counter was now taken up with all Kit’s products – hair products, moisturizer, facial oils – girls came with so many products, one of the myriad reasons I’d never wanted to share my space with any. But I would give her all the counter she needed, because now it was impossible to imagine my life before she was in it, or my life without her, now I knew we existed in the same world.

I opened Bell’s door, lifted her out with a kiss as she happily gurgled away, smiling at me with her big baby smile - always the best part of my morning. Barclay’s tail thudded from his bed in the corner, having now become a permanent resident of this room, which I wasn’t sure had anything to do with Kit moving into the bed with me.

Heading downstairs, she kicked out in her bouncy chair as I placed it on the counter so I could watch her while I made us both a drink - me, coffee; her, milk. Barclay sat down, almost on top of my feet, reminding me he also wanted breakfast in case I dared to forget.

“Yes, yes. Come on.” I took him into the pantry and poured his biscuits into a bowl, leaving him there to gobble up.

The terrace was already warm from the morning sun as I threw open the patio doors, carrying Bell’s chair out, before fetching my coffee and her bottle. The unseasonal heatwave we’d had in the Hamptons had followed us back to the city, making it a perfect day for a picnic in the park, which, I decided, is what we would do today.

I pulled my phone out to call the deli, only then noticing the deluge of messages from Rafe banging on about the fucking contract. I still hadn’t brought up the subject with Kit, the thought of it setting my teeth on edge. But after this past week, I knew I’d have to do it, and soon. She wasn’t just my nanny. She wasn’t my nanny at all. I wanted that to end.

I’d support her for as long as she needed, I’d support her forever, but not as an employer.

There was, however, something I needed from Penn.

Murray:Pennington, is everything still good for tomorrow?

Penn:Yes all set, just arrive forty-five minutes early and you’ll be met

Murray:You’re a little treasure, aren’t you? Thanks, matey, I owe you big time

Penn:I’ll remember that

Tomorrow night was the opening of the Picasso exhibit at The Met, which Penn’s family was sponsoring. I was taking Kit as my date, but I’d also arranged a little pre-event surprise for her, one I hoped would win me points and lessen the blow around the conversation we needed to have. Although either way, this was something I wanted to give her. Something I hoped she’d enjoy.

I lifted Bell out of her chair, offering her the bottle, which she took as greedily as Barclay did, only stopping half way for a giant burp which luckily didn’t produce anything which would have me smelling like an old farm until I managed to shower.

“Hey,”

I spun to find Kit in the doorway, a bashful smile tipping her lips. Even after a week of devouring each other’s bodies, she still displayed initial shyness first thing in the morning, always baffling me and warming my heart in equal measure.

“Hey, darling.” With my hands full, I could only tip my chin up to her, which she correctly read as me needing her lips on mine, obliging me with a kiss which I felt deep in my groin. “Come, sit. Bell’s nearly done then I’ll make you coffee.”

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