Page 61 of The Nanny is Off Limits

“Right there…Rowan…can I…”

“Can you what? Tell me, sunshine. The answer is yes whatever it is.”

“Can I…come all over your dick now?” she asks and the breathiness in her voice sends me over the edge as ropes of cum shoot out of my dick and onto my stomach.

“Fuck fuck fuck, yes come for me, Ellie.” I groan out through my climax and I hear her moaning in my ear a beat behind mine.

“Oh yes,there,” she says and I watch as her tits shake with the force of her orgasm. Her head is thrown back and she has one hand behind her to hold her upright as she thrusts her hips against her hand. I’m certain I’ve never seen a sight more sinfully gorgeous.

She rides out the rest of her climax before she slowly lifts her head to look at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye before she drags her eyes down my torso. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and I let out a grunt in response. “Do not fucking tempt me. It’s taking everything in me not to rip both of our doors off their hinges to get to you right now.”

Her hand that was just between her legs moves up her body and slides between her lips and I watch in fascination as she sucks herself off of her fingers. My dick jerks at the idea of following suit.

“I should go to bed.”

I nod, wishing like hell she meantmybed. “Right, same.”

“I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Can’t wait.” I smile and she returns it before blowing me a kiss and ending the call.

I don’t know how much longer I’m awake, staring at the ceiling thinking about Ellie and also what River said. Is this just sex? Does she want more? And if she does, how would the kids take it? The idea that my relationship with Elianna,whatever kindthat may be, is getting more complicated by the moment is the last thing that crosses my mind before I fall asleep.

I’m up earlier than usual because I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning thinking about the line I crossed with Rowan last night.

The hundreds of lines we crossed.

Memories of me sitting on his face and him fucking me on his desk played through my mind on a consistent loop for another hour before I finally fell asleep. Now, I’m awake and horny despite the two delicious orgasms I had last night. I take a shower, doing my best to avoid giving too much attention between my legs so that the lingering tingly feeling will subside, but it’s no use. Every move I make, I feel Rowan and where he’d been. I ignore the pesky voice inside my head telling me things are going to get messy really fucking soon if we continue down this road.

Rowan is not only charming and gorgeous and pretty much walking sex, but I’m really into him, and he seems obsessed with putting his mouth between my legs.

Things are already really messy.

I make my way out of my bedroom at a quarter to eight and sit at the kitchen table with my laptop to get some homework done. I’m not sure how late everyone was up, so I’m not anticipating anyone up this early which is why I’m shocked to see Margot walking through the kitchen only twenty minutes later.

“Hi.” I smile at her. “You’re up early.”

“Yeah…I…didn’t sleep well.”

“I imagine. I…heard you come in last night,” I tell her, having decided I wouldn’t pretend I didn’t know she came home in the middle of the night.

“Sorry, if I woke you up.”

“You could have called me, you know. I would have come to get you…” My brows pinch in both question and worry. “If you didn’t want to call your dad?”

“It was fine,” she says as she grabs some orange juice from the refrigerator.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Are you going to tell my dad?” she asks.

“Is it illegal?”

She snorts as she pours herself a glass of juice. “No.”

“Then we can keep it between us.”

She moves through the kitchen and sits down. “I saw some weird stories on Instagram…with Gabe.”

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