Page 81 of Worst Nanny Ever
I know this is madness, and all madness has to end eventually, so I want to absorb as much of the moment as possible so the memory can last.
She moves her hips, grinding against my cock, and bites down on my lower lip.
“You feel so good,” I groan.
“So do you.” She grins impishly at me. “I just knew you had a big stick.”
I grip her hip, holding her to me, and kiss her deeper as she presses down on my cock, moving those hips. She’s still wearing that tempting yellow dress, so I reach under the skirt, skimming my hands over her rounded thighs and ass as my mouth consumes her. She’s perfect here too. Soft and warm and strong.
I break the kiss to stare at her, soaking in the way her lips are swollen from me. “I’m going to touch you, Hannah. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she says, rocking against me again. “And I can tell you’reveryhard for me.”
I dip my fingers under the waistband of her panties as I bury my head in her chest, kissing the swell of her breasts—so soft and fragrant I want to lose myself in there and never find my way out. My fingers find a place she likes, and she bucks against me as I slide one of them into her. She’s wet. So wet and tight, and the thought of taking what I want consumes me. It’s all I can think about as she moves against me, my cock caught between us, straining as she rides my hand.
“So beautiful,” I murmur against her breasts. “I want you so bad.”
I kiss her, then bite down softly, and she likes that, quickening the movements of her hip. Pressing my palm against the spot where I know she needs it, I keep moving my fingers inside her, desperate to feel her take her pleasure from me. Desperate for it to happen at least this once.
She gasps. “I’m going to come.”
“Thank God,” I murmur.
She moves faster against me and starts to moan, the sound curling around me, enveloping me. I lift my head from herbreasts to catch the sound in my mouth. We can’t make too much noise because we might wake Ollie.
Ollie.
Oh shit.
I pull back slightly, panting, my fingers still curled inside of her because I can’t bear to take them out yet, even though I know she already came.
She smiles at me, then very pointedly lifts my hair and traces her tongue over my birthmark.
My dick instantly gets even harder, and she tugs back to look at me in the dim light of the apartment, her eyes gleaming like emeralds.
“Am I allowed to go into your bedroom now?” she asks, her voice throaty. “Or is it stilloff-limits.”
“You already went in there tonight,” I reply like a real idiot. Ifeellike an idiot, like my dick is the only part of me with more than half a thought, and all it’s thinking is,Take her now, you idiot. Don’t ask too many stupid questions.
“It wasverynaughty of me to break the rules. I’ll let you spank me.”
Oh, fuck. From the gleam in her eyes, she actually wants me to.
I swallow dryly. “The music room.”
“Why?” she asks. Then her eyes gleam with understanding. “Oh, because it’s mostly soundproof? Do you think that highly of your skills, Travis?”
“You were right. All musicians are full of themselves.”
“Do I get to be full of you too?” she whispers.
“If you don’t kill me first. Let me up, and I’ll be right back.”
She climbs off my lap, and my dick is already anxious for her to come back.
I make a mad dash to grab a condom from the bureau in my bedroom, but when I get back to the living room, she’s gone.For a moment, I think the universe has restored order by keeping us apart, but then I stride to the music room, my heart in my throat, my dick hard as hell. I open the door—and feel the air whoosh out of my lungs at the sight of her. She’s sitting at my drum kit, completely naked, her yellow dress and underwear in a pile by the door. Her hair is a curly halo around her head, her full breasts revealed to me, her nipples pink and perfect. She’s holding my drumsticks, turning them around in her hands.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s so hot, it immediately incinerates the memories of any woman who isn’t her.
