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Brynn loved it. She shook off the sleep and cooed with delight, and the two of us ate in bed, trying to figure out the future: the shortandthe long-term.
“I guess we shouldn't tell anyone about this, should we?” Brynn asked.
I thought it over. “Definitely shouldn't tell the kids. Probably shouldn't tell anybody else, either, or else word could get around.”
Brynn nodded. “Secret it is, then.”
“Cynthia is bringing the kids after school,” I said. “So, if you really want to take off, I guess before then would be the time to do it?”
She shook her head. “Even though you fired me,” she began playfully, “I'm obviously not going to leave until we find a suitable nanny to replace me. The playoffs are too important to you.”
“Hey, thanks. I appreciate that.”
Brynn held up a finger. “Of course,Iwill be in charge of choosing the candidates and setting up the interviews, which means I get final approval over who gets hired.”
“What? You do?” I laughed. “Since when?”
“Now that I know you have a thing for nannies? I've got to defend my territory. And if you think I'm going to set you up with some young, bright-eyed nanny, justwaitingfor the chance to steal you away from me … well, you're wrong!”
“A thing for nannies!” I laughed. I had a thing forher,not for nannies.
“Well? How would I know? Maybe you do! After all, Chloe said all the other nannies you'd hired before me were older ladies.”
“Huh. Maybe you're right,” I teased. “Youarethe first hot nanny I've hired. And now look at us. Eating breakfast in bed after a night of hot sex.”
“Exactly,” she said, her eyes wild with a half-serious, half-joking rage.
Suddenly, Brynn pushed her half-eaten breakfast aside, snatched my breakfast plate away, and climbed on top of me.
“Hey! I wasn't done with that!” I said.
She didn't care. “You are notgetting another hot nanny, Shea Ellis.”
Her luscious lips melded to mine with a possessive heat. Blindly, she reached a hand between her legs and fondled the package in my boxers until I began to plump and lengthen. She threaded my cock through the hole in my boxers and stroked me until I was solid.
“Because I amnotletting you go,” she said between fierce, jealous kisses. “Understand?”
She angled my dick against her opening and leaned back, easing me into her slit. I gripped two big handfuls of her tight little ass, and she slid her wet, blistering heat down my length.
“Oh my God, Brynn,” I groaned. “You're so tight.”
She rode me wildly, her hips pumping and bucking on me, my mouth sucking at her tits, until I shot my cum inside her again.
Beaming mischievously, Brynn rolled off me. She let out a loud, contented sigh. She passed me my plate and, hungrier than ever, the two of us scarfed down the rest of our breakfast.
“This is the best morning ever,” I said.
“Agreed,” she said, laughing as she tore off a big bite of her bagel. “I swear I've never been like this with anyone before. I can't keep myself off you. This could be a problem.”
“Might as well enjoy ourselves while we can …” I said, my hand traveling up her thigh.
She saw the sparkle in my eye and shot me a warning. “Better watch it. We're not going to getanything done today if we keep this up.”
“Sounds perfect to me.”
Chapter 35
Shea
