Page 82 of The Nanny is Off Limits

“A guy from work. This is actually his lake house. He uses it for Airbnb mostly.” He closes the door behind me and grabs our bags. “I’ve thought about investing in a lake house but I wanted to wait until Isla was a little older and was a stronger swimmer.”

It’s a two-story house that is mostly secluded with nothing but trees surrounding it except for the front which faces the lake. It looks almost like a log cabin with gray stones sprinkled throughout the structure and huge windows. It’s like a house right out of a magazine.

“Wow,” I say more to myself because I’ve never seen anything like this and I’ve been to my fair share of lake houses with families I’ve worked for.

“I’m glad you like it, sunshine,” he says as we walk up the stone path to the door, passing a small pond with a fountain with fish swimming around. We make it inside and it’s cozy and rustic with brown and cream couches and what looks like a ten-foot Christmas tree in the corner. I tilt my head to look at him. “Christmas tree already?”

He chuckles before turning to light the fireplace. “I think it’s nice to have some festive decor for travelers. Besides, it is November and some people like to set up early. Not us. Pretty sure it was mid-December by the time we got the tree up last year.” I turn away from the silvery Christmas tree with twinkling white lights and put my hands on my hips.

“What? Oh my God, don’t worry. I will get you guys together this year.” He makes his way over to me and wraps his arms around me.

“I have no doubt that you will.” He presses his lips to mine. “So, what do you want to do first?”

“You,” I say while taking a step back and making an obvious gesture to his groin.

“Oh?” He smirks. “Because there’s a hot tub out back.”

“Shit, I totally forgot to bring a bathing suit!” I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of a hot tub and with the temperature barely getting above forty-five degrees, I knew I wouldn’t be getting in the lake.

“I didn’t bring one either,” he tells me and I’m pretty sure even if I brought one, I wouldn’t be wearing it.

The idea ofdelayed gratificationor whateveris how we end up in the hot tub before fooling around, although there’s a good chance the idea of waiting until later seems to be coming to an abrupt halt with the way he’s staring at me.We are both naked under the water, so while the bubbles from the jets slightly obscure our bodies, we know whatisn’tbelow the surface.

He turned on some music and it has just switched to a sultrier song that immediately sends a shiver through me.

“So, do you see yourself having more kids? Or are you done?” I’m on my second margarita which may be the reason behind my question, but thankfully so is he and when he downs the rest of his drink and stares at me with hooded eyes, I wonder if my question is just adding to the tension crackling between us.

“I thought I was done,” he says before sucking an ice cube into his mouth and crossing the hot tub to where I’m sitting. He pulls me to my feet. “Now, I’m not so sure,” he says low in my ear before using his lips to drag the piece of ice down my neck. The sensation of the hot water mixed with the ice is making me dizzy with lust and I grab onto his biceps.

“Oh?” I whisper as he drags the ice across my chest and up my neck on the other side. “Why aren’t you sure?”

“Hmmm.” He moans in my ear and then I feel his hand on my inner thigh. “I don’t know. Doyouwant kids?” He drags a finger over my clit and presses his lips to my neck with the ice cube still in his mouth, sucking on the skin and sending another icy feeling through my body.

“Me?” I gasp.

He pulls back to look at me before pulling me so I’m pressed right against him. “I’m certainly not practicing how you get them with anyone else.” Before I can respond, he lifts me in his arms and sets me on the edge of the hot tub. The hot tub is covered by the deck above us and on two sides so it’s somewhat insulated, otherwise I’d be freezing.

“Spread them.” I do as he says instantly, not feeling nearly as nervous as I did weeks ago the first time he told me to do this.

“Such a good girl. Always so eager to please me.” He grabs his glass again and sucks in another ice cube. “Good thing you found someone who wants to please you just as much.” He smirks and then his head is between my thighs pressing the ice and his tongue to my clit and I feel like I could pass out from the sensation. It’s deliciously intense and I never want this feeling to end. I drag my fingers through his damp hair as he continues to eat me hungrily, lapping at me with the ice cube on his hot tongue.

“Fuck, Rowan!”

“Yes, baby?” he asks while he brings my legs over his shoulder. He pulls back, and a stream of melted ice or maybe spit connects his mouth to my pussy before he breaks it with his tongue.Holy fuck, he’s hot.He looks up at me, dragging those hooded eyes up my body, letting them linger on my breasts with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says before diving back between my legs, his tongue fucking me faster as he laps at my clit.

My toes curl and my heart speeds up. “Don’t stop.”

“Stop? Hell no, baby, I’m just getting started.” He raises a hand to keep the ice on my clit while his tongue pushes inside me and my head falls back, feeling my orgasm brew beneath my skin.

“Oh God, right there. I’m going to come.” I moan as I push my sex harder against his soft lips.

“Let me hear it. No one is around for miles, baby. Scream for me.”

“Oh fuck, Rowan!” I cry outloudlyand then my climax washes over me hard and fast, knocking the wind out of me briefly.

I can feel my eyes twitch behind my eyelids and I expel a shaky breath just as I lift my head. When I open my eyes, they’re hazy and when he steps closer to me, putting his hands on my face, I realize I’m crying.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says pressing his lips to each cheek, catching the two stray tears that have streaked down my face.

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