Page 50 of That First Night
“You.”
He growls as he steps towards me. His hands trail down my body as he spreads my legs more and his thumb finds my clit. He starts to rub slow circles, and I moan as pleasure runs down my spine. He doesn’t hesitate when he inserts two fingers inside of me and begins to pump me hard with his hand. “I want you to come for me, Peyton. I want your cum dripping down my fucking desk,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss to my collar bone causing a wild sensation to take over my body.
“Now,” he demands. I fall apart at his demanding words. His dominance turns me on so much. I never imagined I would find that so incredibly sexy, but coming from him has me seeing stars in seconds. I shatter around him, and I swear I see stars. My pussy is pulsating around his fingers as he continues to press gentle kisses on my neck. “Fuck,” he groans.
He allows me to come down from my orgasm the same way I let him come down from his, and I watch him closely as he pulls his fingers out of me. He brings them up to his lips and licks them clean. His eyes close as he sucks each finger completely clean. “You taste so sweet, Sunshine.” He hovers over me and leans down to whisper in my ear, “So fucking sweet.”
My mind starts spinning as both of us begin to get dressed. His gaze moves to look at me every so often, watching me with unspoken words about what just happened. Tension has snapped and we both want this. It’s very clear that our chemistry could light the world on fire.
I know this can’t ever be more than it is.
I know we are crossing so many boundaries.
I’m so fucked.
Peyton has been driving me insane. The way she dropped down to her knees without hesitation when she showed up in my office two weeks ago and gave me the best blow job of my life. She looked like a goddess in that deep blue dress that complimented her eyes. I expected her to tell me how she regretted what happened in the kitchen the night before and how it shouldn’t happen again. Next thing I know, I’m living out my wildest fantasy of having her spread out on my desk. I feel my dick twitch in my sweatpants at the vision of her perfect pussy on full display for me.Fuck.
She has not pursued me since then, but I swear she's on a mission to drive me insane. The next day, she woke up early to make James breakfast and she was wearing the new pair of silk pajamas I had bought her because I tore off the last pair being the animal that I am. When I approached the kitchen, she smiled at me and said, “Good morning, Mr. Ford,” and winked at me. She fucking winked at me.
A few days later I came home from work to her blasting my favorite country music station in the kitchen and making chocolate chip cookies. She didn’t hear me get home but when I peeked into the kitchen, she was having a full-blown dance party by herself. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing black sweatpants with an oversized t-shirt that said something about a romance match up with the names Tristan and Remy on it. I assumed it had something to do with the books she reads. Seeing her in that state is the sexiest I have ever seen her. She was so carefree and happy dancing tomyfavorite music.
More and more she has been having this effect on me that I just can’t describe. I want more of her, but can I picture her in my life as more than just a nanny? Can I picture myself in a relationship with her at all?
My thoughts are disrupted when the elevator to my apartment dings with the arrival of Marc and Logan. They took James for breakfast and are coming over for a boys’ day to watch Sunday football.
“DADDY!” I hear James scream as he comes running into the kitchen to find me.
“Hey, JJ!” I open my arms and squat down to embrace the tackle hug he’s about to give me. He leaps into my arms and wraps his arms around my neck. His hugs are the best thing in the world.
“Ready for some football?” Logan says as he enters the kitchen, carrying a case of beer and a tray of pretzels. I sure can fuck up some soft pretzels and cheese dip during a football game.
“You ready to watch your boys lose?” I say to Logan with a smirk.
“Dude, there is no way the Giants are beating the Cowboys today. Your quarterback isn’t even playing,” he snaps back. He’s very defensive over his football team. It just so happens that today, both of our teams are playing each other in the league’s biggest rivalry. Don’t even get me started about how he’s a Cowboys fan living in Giants territory.
“Relax,” Marc chimes in. “It’s just a game.”
“Just a game?” Logan raises his voice. “It’s the biggest game of the season!”
“The biggest game of the season!” James cuts in, trying to join the adult conversation. “Are you ready for some fooootballlllll,” he shrieks, as he runs off with his hands in the air.
The three of us burst into laughter and shake our heads at the crazy kid.
“Is Peyton here?” Marc asks.
I stop laughing to give him a side eye. “No, it’s her weekend off. She’s with Avery and Kali.”
“Are her friends hot?” Logan asks, still laughing.
“Don’t even go there.”
“What?” He throws his hands in the air. “Curious minds want to know.”
“You are not fucking the nanny’s friends.”
“She’s back to being just the nanny, huh?” Marc hits me with a sly smile.
“She’s always been just the nanny.”
