Page 12 of The Jealous Boss

My God, she’s truly fucking perfect.

If kissing her is this good, what will tasting her be? How sweet is the horny little pussy she hides beneath her teasing dresses? A pussy I’ve seen on camera, but never in the flesh.

The thought of licking Anna, of making her scream my name, has me even harder—and hungrier. Needing more, I deepen the kiss, our tongues warring as her inexpert mouth dissolves the last vestiges of my restraint.

She’s so innocent, so inexperienced. I don’t want to frighten her. Yet the passion with which she kisses me back has me dangerously close to dropping to my knees, peeling off her panties, and feasting on her delicious cunt.

She moans, her small hands clutching my shoulders, and my cock demands that I bury myself in her wet warmth. The urge to hear her make that sound again—but while I’m balls deep in her—is nearly overwhelming, and yet…

Kissing this beautiful girl is wonderful in its own way, and I want to savor it, savor this moment—our first kiss. But the monster urges me to stake my claim, to take both her first orgasm and her virginitynow.

Grasping her hips, I lift her onto the center island, not breaking the kiss. I slide my hand beneath her dress, running my thumb over the soaked fabric of her panties, right along her slit.

She gasps into my mouth, wrapping her legs around me, demanding something I doubt she understands. I slip my thumb beneath the elastic, swallowing a groan at how fucking wet she is.

Pushing the damp fabric aside, I slide a finger into her virgin hole. Fuck, she’s tight. I’ll be lucky to last thirty seconds inside her. Andshe’llbe lucky if I don’t split her in two.

My focus fully on stretching Anna, on preparing her to take all of me, I ignore my phone vibrating in my pocket. Whoever has the nerve to call me on a Friday night can wait. But thenherphone emits a musical tone, buzzing on the counter behind me.

Anna pulls back slightly, her mouth still teasingly close to mine. “Drew,” she says, breathless. My cock grows harder at the way she gasps my name against my lips. “I need to—”

“What youneed, angel, is to be a good little girl and come against your daddy’s face when I tell you to. Our phones can wait.”

I murmur the order against her ear, then move my mouth lower, kissing and nibbling on the slender column of her neck. Gently but firmly, I push her down so that she’s sprawled on the island—a feast I can’t wait to devour.

“No, Drew, you don’t understand. I have—” Her words break off in a small cry as I push my finger in deeper and tease her clit with my thumb, giving my horny little girl the stimulation she clearly craves.

Moaning, she grinds her pussy against my hand, her wetness coating it. Desperate to be inside her but reluctant to risk hurting her, I slide a second finger in as I lower my mouth to hers, prepared to cut off any further protests with more kisses.

But just as my lips find hers, demanding access, my phone vibrates again—and hers chimes another text alert. Small hands press up against my bare chest.

“Please,” she begs, practically panting the word. “That custom text tone—it’s Elijah.”

At my son’s name, I freeze, then shake my head. “He can wait, angel. You’re off duty. Allow yourself this—allowusthis. Let me show you how good you can feel.”

To emphasize my point, I slide my fingers over her G-spot. A shudder goes through her, her pussy squeezing my fingers so hard I nearly blow my load.

Anna’s eyes flutter shut as she bites her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. I force myself to wait, stilling the movements of my hand. I can’t rush this. Because as much as I want to rip off my nanny’s panties and lick and suck her sweet little clit until she comes all over my face, I want a future with her more.

She opens her eyes, expression torn. “Please, let’s just see what he needs. He wouldn’t text me from Sarah’s unless it was important.”

And fuck me, but I can’t deny my beautiful girl anything.

Fighting every instinct, I slide my fingers out of her perfect pussy, smooth down her dress, and take a step back. I grab her phone off the counter, handing it to her as she sits up. Balls about to burst, I take out my own phone and find multiple notifications for our family group text.

Apparently, Elijah forgot a book for a report that’s due Monday and made the mistake of telling my ex-wife… who’s insisting that her goddamn husband drive him across town to get it. Tonight.

That bitch thinks she can send that sexual predator to where my angel lives?

Over my dead body.

I’m about to send Sarah a separate text outlining exactly what will happen if the bag of dicks she married is dumb enough to set foot on my property when my phone vibrates again. Before I finish reading Anna’s reply, I’m already shaking my head.

“No. Absolutely not. There’s no way you’re going over there.” I hold her gaze. “Out of the question.”

“But Elijah—”

“Has a father who’s more than capable of driving the book over himself.” I shoot off a quick text to Elijah before shoving my phone into my pocket. “Any idea where he left it?”

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