Page 14 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
She looks adorable.
Bright mossy hazel eyes.
Sunflower cheer in her smile.
And something in her expression makes my Cougar rumble low in my chest.
That’s when it hits me.
Desire. Hot and heavy.
Even my cock stands up and takes notice, and just from a profile pic!
This doesn’t feel like the usual attraction.
The app pings. A message appears.
TW743
Hi there! You look like you live close by and it’s such a nice night. Wanna meet me at 6th Avenue Park?
I blink at the message.
Wait.
She wants to meet me?
Tonight?
In public?
I reread it three times like it might vanish if I blink too hard.
My Cougar surges inside me, practically shaking my bones.
He’s not just roaring.
He’s howling, pacing, tail lashing like we’ve been given a golden ticket to the mate lottery.
Holy shit.
This isn’t just a swipe-right and forget about it situation.
This is happening.
And I’m absolutely, positively—screwed.
And if I’m lucky, I will be. In the best possible way.
Grrr.
Chapter 5
Tamare
It’s Saturday night and I’m still in my leggings with a half-eaten brownie on my plate and a growing list of questionable life choices in my inbox.
Kyle and Jeff are off, living it up. Dinner. Movie. Disgustingly blissful with their relationship.
