Page 59 of Nanny for the Bodyguard
Her grip tightens. “Please, Easton. I need this. I need you.”
“Music to my ears, baby.” I smile as I flick my eyes up to her briefly and then do exactly what she needs so badly. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so you let me know when I’m doing it right.”
Before she can respond, I pull the fabric of her panties to the side, revealing her to me. God, she’s glistening in the low lightning, and I’m fucking ravenous.
Holding the fabric out of my way, I lick up her seam, delighting when a shocked whimper bleeds from her. Hazelbucks against my face as I continue, and I have to hold her hips down so that I can taste her properly.
She’s like heaven on my tongue, and I try to remember all the things I used to do to her. I listen for those moans and whines, paying attention to when she’s grabbing my head and the words tumbling out of her mouth.
Circling my tongue around her clit, I toy with it before sucking the sensitive bead between my lips.
“Ugh!” Hazel reels back ever so slightly, and I adjust using lighter pressure but faster.
Now she’s panting, her legs scissoring next to me as she arches up off the chaise. I understand that the suction was intense, so I alternate between the gentle swirls and sucking.
Curses spill from her constantly until suddenly, she shoots up onto her elbows, and I can feel her staring at me.
“Right there. Right fucking there. Don’t stop.” She whimpers, her breaths rustling my hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I don’t. I keep at what I’m doing, circling and swirling and giving my tongue one hell of a workout. It doesn’t take long for Hazel to explode, pulsing against my mouth as the orgasm claims her.
I keep going until it backs off, aftershocks making her jerk. Using slow touches to be sure she’s satisfied, I ease off the gas.
“Holy shit, Easton. That was…” She looks down at me, her hair all mussed and her skin glowing from the exertion.
“You’re welcome.”
All I can do is grin, still tasting her on my tongue, and so very grateful for it. I’m dying to fuck her, to finally feel that pussy wrapped around my cock again, but I hesitate.
Smiling at me, Hazel sits up, pulling me to her mouth for a kiss. It’s hot as hell to know that she doesn’t care about tasting herself.
“Can I return the favor?”
Goddamn. I’m going to blow right here.
I can barely speak, but I lean back, and Hazel goes for my belt and zipper. This feels like lower stakes, and denying that I want more from her is pointless.
Hazel pulls the leather strap of my belt through the loop.
Ring, ring, ring.
My fucking phone goes off in the kitchen, and I jump, nearly hitting Hazel in the face with my belt.
But there are far more important things right now. I put Hazel’s hand back on my waist.
Ring, ring, ring.
Looking up at me, Hazel wears an understanding expression that showcases humor and urgency somehow.
“You should probably get that. If someone is calling this late…” She sits back on the chaise, and I sigh as I right my belt. “I get it. I’m not mad.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s still sporting a massive hard-on.”
Hazel erupts into laughter, but she has a point—unfortunately.
Smoothing down my clothes, I walk over to where I flung her shorts and hand them back to her. Hazel grins, squeezing my bicep before taking them with her up the stairs as we leave the office.
As I head to the kitchen and retrieve my phone, I see that it’s one of my clients, Karla. If she’s calling, it really is serious.
