Page 109 of Forbidden Hearts
Her lips part. “No, I don’t.”
She does. She just wants me to say it. Fine. I’m not sure I could hold the words in even if I wanted to. “If you’re here, you’re not her nanny. You won’t be working for us—you’ll just be mine.”
“And what will you do with me?” Phoebe asks, leaning back in the couch, her legs parting.
I glance at Olivia, who is fast asleep. “Don’t play this game,” I warn. “You won’t like the consequences.”
She smiles softly. “Put Olivia to bed so you can take me to yours.”
I stand, cage Phoebe in, my lips at her ear. “Be naked and on all fours when I get there. I want to see how wet you are as you wait for me to fuck you until you’re breathless.”
Somehow, I manage to keep my composure, scoop Olivia up, and bring her up to her room.
* * *
I flop back onto the bed, struggling to catch my breath after another very fast and frantic fuck.
Phoebe lets out a soft laugh and then tries to sit up, but she falls back. “That was . . .”
“Yeah.” Is all I can get out. It was.
Intense. Amazing. Fucking perfect.
Every time I touch her, I find myself even more crazed for her. As soon as I got into the room, my view was better than I imagined. Phoebe was there, exactly like I told her. Her long, dark hair flowing down her back and over her shoulder, perfect tits hanging like fruit, waiting to be plucked. I used every ounce of self-control I had just to get undressed slowly because her anticipation was my only goal.
And good God, did it pay off.
I wrap a fistful of her hair in my hand, gently tugging her head back. She moves to me and presses her lips to mine.
“You are trying to kill me,” I say as it becomes easier to breathe.
“Death by orgasms?”
I laugh. “It would be one of those uncomfortable conversations. I’ve never had to give a notification like, ‘Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry to inform you that your brother died while having an orgasm.’”
Phoebe laughs softly. “Can you imagine the eulogy? Dear friends, Asher was a good man, loving father, brother, and friend. He served his town with respect and dignity. He was a freak in the bed, and his heart just couldn’t take it when he was banging the nanny.”
I pinch her ass, and she laughs. “I’d come back from the dead to kill you for that.”
“If it meant another night like this, I might let you in your undead state.”
“You’d become a zombie for me?”
She shrugs. “If your mouth still worked like it does now . . . I could be persuaded.”
I shake my head, laughing as I get up. I extend my hand and walk her to the bathroom with me.
“What are we doing?”
“Cuddling a different way.”
I head to the tub, which I really saw no point in but now seems like a great idea that Brynn talked me into. I turn the knobs on, letting the water warm and fill. I am not a bath guy, but I am a hold Phoebe as she’s wet and naked guy.
I climb in, and she shakes her head. “Not like that.”
“What?” I ask as I settle back against the cool porcelain. “Get in, sweetheart.”
“Scoot forward.”
