Page 82 of Worst Nanny Ever
“Are you trying to trick me into giving you a lesson?” I ask as I step into the room, locking the door behind me.
She hits the snare. “I figured I’d play with your other sticks while I was waiting.”
This woman…
“Besides,” she adds. “Maybe I wanted to get into your headspace.”
“The only thing I’m thinking about now is you,” I say, walking over to her. She swivels on the drum seat so she’s facing me, still clutching my drumsticks, sliding her hands suggestively down the length of them.
I lean down to kiss her hard, burrowing my hand into her hair. Her lips invite me in, and it feels so good to lose myself in her. So good to lay down the weight of the day and just be with her.
She pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss, then smiles at me. “You’re wearing a lot of clothes, Travis. It’s kind of rude.”
I start in on the buttons of my shirt, nearly tearing off a few of them in my hurry to get the damn thing off. When I get far enough, I tear it off over my head and then pull off my undershirt, before attacking the buckle on myjeans.
She uncrosses her legs, giving me a view of the short thatch of red curls between them before crossing them again.
Yes, she’s definitely going to be the death of me, but I’ll enjoy every minute of it.
I grab the condom out of my pocket, then push down my jeans and boxer briefs, giving her everything.
I know I don’t have anything to be ashamed of, but the look on her face is satisfying to me on a deep, primal level, maybe because it would seem unfair to want a woman this much and not have her want me in return.
“Is this better?”
“Much,” she says, releasing the sticks. They hit the floor with a thwack, and I don’t hide my wince.
“That’s no way to treat a man’s sticks,” I say as I reach down and lift her up from the seat.
“What are you going to do about it?”
Her voice is full of innuendo, and I remember what she suggested in the living room.
“Put your hands on the chair and turn around.”
She grins at me and does as I asked, lifting her perfect round ass to me. I let myself palm it, running my fingers over her soft skin, then dip a finger in to feel her again. Even wetter than before.
I run my hands over her ass again, before spanking it on one side—not hard, but not nothing.
She glances over her shoulder and lifts her ass up further. “You can do better than that.”
My dick throbs painfully, plaintively, as I caress my hand over her, dipping into her with my finger before I pull back and spank her on the other side, harder.
She hums under her breath and pushes back into my hand as I slide my fingers between her legs again, pausing to rub her mostsensitive area.
Then I run my hand down the slope of her delicious back and place a palm at the base while I spank her ass again on the first side, this time dipping in deeper between her legs afterward.
“I’m going to fuck you. If you want me to stop, this is the time to tell me, Hannah.”
“God no,” she says. “If you stop, I’ll never forgive you, and I’m a woman who holds a grudge.”
I tear open the condom wrapper with my teeth, then slide it on and line myself up.
“I believe in keeping things even,” I say before I smack the other side of her ass and then thrust into her.
CHAPTER TWENTY
HANNAH
