Page 71 of The Nanny is Off Limits

“Me too. Take me with you, Elianna.”

Our movements are fast and erratic as we both chase our releases and my orgasm comes a beat later, like that command in his voice had the power to force it out of me. I wonder if I could come from the sound of his voice alone.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans and I feel the delicious sensation of his dick pulsing inside of me.

“I love feeling you come,” I tell him.

I look down at where we’re connected and I stare in amazement while I lazily ride him through the aftershocks of our orgasms, watching as his cock disappears inside of me with every stroke.

“So, fucking perfect,” he murmurs and when I look up, he’s staring at the same thing I was. His eyes find mine, slowly tracing my face and then he reaches up to drag his knuckles down my cheek and the movement is so sweet I want to cry.Who knew I’d end up being so emotional after sex?“Hi, sunshine.”

The next day is Wednesday and Margot is used to coming home right after cheer practice so I can leave for my weekly meeting with my advisor, but because I’m meeting Rowan for dinner afterward, I’ve dressed up a little more than usual.

“Someone has a hot date?” Margot calls from the living room where she’s got her laptop perched on her lap.

“No…a few of us are just getting dinner after.”

“Well, you look really nice for someone just going out with schoolfriends,” she emphasizes as she looks me over. Maybe I have gone a little overboard, but this is our first official date and I saw the way he responded to what I was wearing when I went out last weekend. I’m wearing a short but tight, long-sleeved, open-back dress.I had the foresight to put on my coat in my room so Margot isn’t aware that my dress is backless. Hopefully, it doesn’t look quite so sexy.I’m currently wearing knee-high boots, but I plan to change into black pumps once my meeting is over. I usually wear my curls naturally, but tonight I straightened them and added curls from my wand giving it a glossy blowout look.

“I’ll take that as a compliment?”

She shrugs with a smile and I feel like things have been off with Margot lately. I wonder what’s bothering her. “How are things with Gabe?” I ask her and she scrunches her nose.

“Fine.” She looks toward the television, I think as a way to end the conversation.

“Are you still together?”

“Yeah. Homecoming is in two weeks. I wasn’t dumping him before that.”

“But…you want to?”

“I don’t know. He says that whole thing with the other girl was just a misunderstanding,”she says glumly and I wonder if she doesn’t really believe that.

“I told you he was a loser,” SJ interrupts as he walks into the room eating an apple obnoxiously before jumping on the couch next to Margot and taking the remote from her.

“Hey!” She goes to reach for it but he moves to the end of the couch out of her reach. “This was a private conversation, you jerk.”

“Then have it in your room next time! Living room is fair game,” he says before changing the channel to ESPN.

“You have an entire television in the basement that is basically just yours. Go away.” She puts her laptop on the coffee table and moves closer to him to smack the back of his head before snatching the remote.

“What did he do anyway? I have friends with older brothers, you know,” he says before dragging an imaginary line over his throat.

“Nothing. God, you’re annoying. And don’t tell Dad. He’ll just get all up in arms.”

“Because healsoknows your boyfriend is a loser?”SJ says through another bite of his apple.

“Okay enough,” I tell them. “Where’s Isla?”

“Here I am!” she says coming through the living room with a coloring book and a box of crayons. She drops her things to the ground and lies on her stomach before opening her book.

“Okay, so you know your Uncle will be here at about seven? The food is ready whenever you want to eat it.” I’d started chili in the slow cooker earlier this morning much to everyone’s excitement as I learned it was one of all of their favorite meals.

“You do this every week, you know. It’s not like we were never here alone before you came into the picture,” Margot says before turning the television back to what she’d been watching and I can’t exactly tell if I detect sass in her voice or not.

“Okay. No one in the house. Don’t answer the door,” I remind them.

“We know. Enjoy your dinner,” Margot says without looking at me.

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