Page 8 of Nine Week Nanny
"I swear, this is a new one for me." My glass is half-melted ice now, and I’m thinking less about finishing it and more about what she tastes like.
The lull in conversation isn’t awkward. It’s charged. Her eyes stay on mine a beat too long, and I know in an instant we are both thinking the same thing.
I nod toward the door. "You want a better view? I have the penthouse room here, and my terrace has one hell of a sunset."
"Sun’s down," she says, but there’s a flicker of a smile. "But that sounds nice anyway. My curiosity is piqued."
"I can't promise the signature cocktail, but I can make a mean gin and tonic."
Her gaze holds mine for another moment before she pushes her empty glass toward the bartender.
"I've never turned down a good gin and tonic."
I settle, leaving cash on the bar, not breaking eye contact. "Then it’s settled."
She slides off her stool, close enough that her arm brushes mine. It’s not an accident.
Neither is the way I’m already picturing exactly what I’ll do once that door shuts behind us.
THREE
Sloane
The door clicks shut, and before I can even take in the room, he’s got me pinned against it.
His body presses agains mine, hard chest, solid thighs, heat everywhere. My bag drops to the floor with a thud.
“You taste as good as you look?” His voice is low, rough, and right in my ear.
“Only one way to find out.” My hands fist in his shirt and pull him down.
The kiss is deep, filthy, and exactly what I want. There are tongues, teeth, and no hesitation. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like someone was starving.
My day’s been shit. My week’s been worse. I don’t do this, but right now, I don’t care. He’s hot, I’m wet, and we’re not wasting time pretending this is anything more than what it is.
One hot night.
His hands are on my hips, dragging me against him. The press of his cock is impossible to miss, even through my jeans. I grind against him, and he groans into my mouth.
“Fuck, you feel unreal.”
“Then shut up and use me.”
His grin flashes, quick and sharp, like he’s already accepted the challenge. “I like a girl who doesn’t waste time.”
Clothes come off in frantic tugs, the sound of fabric hitting the floor drowned out by the rasp of our breathing. All that’s left on me are my underwear and bra. He’s down to an unbuttoned shirt and boxers.
His mouth is all over me—neck, collarbone, the swell of my breast.
He nips hard enough to sting, then soothes with a slick drag of his tongue. My nipple hardens instantly when his mouth seals around it, sucking like he owns me.
I’m already throbbing when his hand pushes into my thong. My body jerks like it has been waiting for this exact touch.
“Christ, you’re dripping.” His voice is rough against my skin.
“Condom,” I manage, my voice breaking.
He grinds harder against me, free hand sliding to his pocket. “Wallet. Stay still.”
