Page 46 of The Nanny is Off Limits

“But you said…”

“I know,” I whisper while hovering an inch above his mouth.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured. I didn’t realize…” I hear him struggling but I hear the underlying words.I didn’t realize how innocent you are.

“Would you prefer I wear a sign?” I raise an eyebrow at him and I watch as the tension leaves his face. “I haven’t had particularly great experiences the few times I’ve had sex so I decided to wait until I met someone I thought I’d actually enjoy it with.”

Just as quickly as it disappeared, the tension is back and I feel his entire body go rigid. His grip on my hips loosens and moves up slowly, dragging lightly up my spine. “Please tell me someone didn’t hurt you.”

“No.” I shake my head. “Not like that.”

I watch the relief flood him and he visibly relaxes.He rubs his jaw and leans his head back against the couch. “Thank fuck. Being a father to two girls, that is my biggest fear. Having one of them come to me…” He trails off as he lifts his head and I can tell he’s staring off into space even though his eyes are trained on my hands that he’s holding in his. They dart up to me. “I would destroy anyone for laying a finger on them.”

Even though he’s a lawyer, I’m not entirely sure which way he means ‘destroy’and now really isn’t the time to unpack that. “As I’ve said many times before, you’re a good dad, Rowan.”

He seems like he’s breaking himself of the hellish thoughts brought on by this conversation and has something else on his mind because a smile pulls at his lips. “Even though I can’t stop thinking about my kids’ nanny?” He brings my hands to his mouth, dropping a kiss to a few of my fingers.

I let my hands slide down his torso. “Kiss me again,” I whisper against his lips before brushing them against his. My tongue darts out and I drag it gently along his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and nibbling gently and then letting him go.

His lips are on mine instantly as he sits up and pulls my hips, forcing me downward on his dick as he hardens again. I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the hair at his nape, letting the silky dark brown strands slip through my fingers every few moments. I can feel his hands moving me the way he wants me which is coincidentally the way I want also and soon we find a perfect rhythm that sends electricity shooting through my body as I grind against him.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

I’m wearing a fitted long-sleeved shirt but I can feel the goosebumps underneath, my entire body tingling brought on by the fire building between my legs. My hips roll against him, doing my best to drag against his shaft. “Rowan,” I moan quietly against his lips.

“God, I fucking love the way you say my name.” His voice is hoarse and gravelly and I feel my nipples begin to tingle in time with the heartbeat thumping between my legs.

“Do you?” I whimper when his lips find my neck. “Better than when I call you Mr. Kincaid?” I giggle when his dick twitches again. “I guess you like that too.”

He grips my hips to stop me from moving and chuckles into my neck. “Don’t train my dick to react when you call me that. It’s already hard enough to keep it in check when we’re in the same room.”

My hands move between us and reach under the t-shirt he’s wearing and then they’re on the drawstring of his pants. I don’t undo them, but I tangle them in my fingers long enough that he knows what I want. “You want them off?” He gives me a cocky grin before darting his gaze to where my hands are between us.

“I want…to see.”

“Justsee?” he responds with a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Maybe…touch?” I smirk and I don’t know where this sudden boldness is coming from. Maybe it’s because I’ve never felt this way before and I’m being driven by my hormones for the first time in my life. My mind is only focused on one thing at this moment and it’s how I can keep feeling this way. “Can I?” I ask and his nostrils flare.

“Whatever you want,” he says and his voice sounds strained. I drag a finger over the top of his sweatpants and I’m surprised that I don’t feel an ounce of nerves.

I guess being horny outweighs any nervousness.

I pull the drawstring slowly, my eyes not leaving his, and just as I reach my hand inside preparing to wrap around him, I hear a voice from the top of the stairs and then again like the voice is moving…closer.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

I’m off his lap in an instant, moving to the other end of the couch like he’s on fire and I watch as he stands up and adjusts himself. I try not to pay attention to the way he reaches inside his sweats to move his dick so it’s not sticking straight out. I lick my lips and I don’t miss the growl that leaves his lips. “We are not done,” he says as he moves to the entryway of the living room just as Isla comes bounding into the room, a stuffed bunny in one hand and a teddy bear in the other.

“Daddy!”

“Honey, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you asleep?” he asks as he kneels in front of her, pushing her disheveled hair from her face.

“I had a bad dream,” she whimpers before she lunges into his arms and rests her head on his shoulder. Only then does she see me and her head perks up instantly. “Ellie!” she exclaims.

“Hi, honey.” I smile at her. “I’m sorry you had a bad dream.” She pulls away from her dad and moves toward me before climbing on the couch to sit next to me.

“Uh uh, back to bed,” Rowan says, crossing his arms over his chest.

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