Page 6 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

Closing my eyes, I cling to his neck, whimpering and desperate for it. “I’m getting close.”

He growls from deep within his chest and starts hammering into me at a rate I would’ve thought far too hard a short while ago. His thumb flicks my clit a final time and my orgasm rips through me, a long, low, keening cry as my channel clenches down around him, attempting to milk him dry.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart, take it like that. Fucking take it!” he roars and I open my eyes wanting to see this.

His mouth falls open, eyes closed, the picture of masculine beauty and satisfaction. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. A few more thrusts and I feel him twitching inside me as he climaxes. Any and all walls between us have dropped when he gives in to it. For a gilded, suspended moment, we’re alone together in this intimacy where nothing else registers.

We’re breathless when he eases out of me with a final kiss. I try to ignore how empty it leaves me. I don’t want to feel weird or sad now that it’s over, my first time having sex with a stranger.

He rises to dispose of the condom but collapses beside me again with a chuckle. “I damn near fainted from lack of blood circulation, your pussy was choking me so tight.”

Surprised laughter rings out from me as I’m trying to catch my breath, shocked by his dirty mouth. I’m not scared or sad or any of it. Unable to resist, I turn towards him, needing whatever cuddling he’s willing to give me. Without any hesitance, his arm wraps around me and my head rests on his shoulder.

His hand idly caresses my back and plays with my long and undoubtedly messy hair. I toy with the springy curls on his chest and even dare to follow his happy trail a ways before I lose my nerve and settle above his belly button. Can I stay all night? Do I want to? Would he rather I go?

As if it’s meant to answer my question, his phone buzzes from somewhere amongst our discarded clothes. He sighs and glances at his fancy-pants wristwatch. Something hard and uncomfortable settles in my chest. He gives my back a final lazy stroke and rises to fetch his phone. He doesn’t say anything but I watch his walls coming back up as he reads whatever he sees on it.

“Time to go?” I ask, trying not to feel crushed.

He sits back down on the bed beside me with his boxers in hand. “Unfortunately. I need a quick shower.”

Wait…he’sgoing? I thought this must be his suite. That’s odd. Does a place as elegant as this rent by the hour? Surely not.

“Oh. Okay.” God, this is awkward. Now, I remember why I’ve never done this until tonight.

I sit up and he brings a finger up to my mouth, slowly tracing my bottom lip with such tenderness and sensuality blazing in his expression. “You were amazing.”

I feel myself blushing furiously, pleased by his words. “So were you.”

“Do you need to use the…” He jerks his chin over his shoulder, indicating the ensuite.

“Yeah.” I get up, picking up my discarded clothes and feeling vulnerable as I walk past him.Stop it. You enjoyed yourself and that’s that. Don’t ruin it already.

But it’s about to be ruined.

While I’m in the bathroom, I hear him on the phone. “Can’t sleep, huh?” Silence. “No, it’s okay. Yeah, promise I’ll be home soon, baby.”

Baby.

Fuck.

I close my eyes, shaking all over. He said he wasn’t married anymore but that doesn’t mean he’s single, does it?

I turn the faucet on so I can’t hear the rest of his conversation. I adjust the water and wait for it to become scalding hot. He’s going to take a shower to wash me off of him and I need to wash him off of me, too. What had been amazing now feels tainted and tawdry.

I plaster on a smile when I step out, completely dressed. I don’t want a confrontation. I don’t handle those well and the last thing I need is for him to see me in the grips of an attack.

He’s pulled on a bathrobe and gives me that soft, crooked grin. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and I curb the urge to flinch from his touch… and the urge to kiss him again.

“What’s your real name, sweetheart?”

“How about we just leave it at Lois Lane?” I say, trying not to fall apart.

I don’t take any satisfaction from the way his eyes flash with… hurt? What’s he got to be hurt about? He slept with a stranger when he’s got someone he calls baby waiting at home. How could he?

His smile becomes unnaturally tight. I suppose my disgust over this situation is becoming obvious.

He nods at me before he walks into the ensuite. I jet the second I hear the shower running. Never again.

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