“You’re right. Just pack anything you’ll need over the next few days. Heather can retrieve the rest.”
“I just need to get my…” Flustered, she trails off, inclining her head toward the dryer.
As she empties the dryer, I realize why she was down here in a towel to begin with and stifle a groan. While I trust Anna implicitly with Elijah, she can be… scattered. I’ve often seen her dash downstairs in a similar stay of disarray, searching for some favorite outfit.
Yes, my cock has noticed her innocent absence of inhibitions, but I never felt tempted to act on that lust until today.I have a healthy libido, but without a second thought, I stuck Anna in a “do not touch” box with my other female employees.
But fuck if she isn’t out of that box now.
My cock is hard enough to cut diamonds. If Anna weren’t so rattled, she’d notice.Shewillnotice soon if I don’t get a grip.
She moves toward the door, the laundry basket balanced on one hip. Her breasts brush against my arm as she passes me in the small space. Her towel slips.
Cock throbbing, I look away from her perfect little nipples and now-scarlet face.
“Sorry,” she gasps, clutching at the towel, and the breathy way she utters the word makes my cock twitch.
I don’t answer. I can’t answer. I don’t trust my voice.
Misreading my silence—or maybe reading it all too well—she flees.
I press my forehead against the wall, waves of desire rolling through me. What I’d give to tongue those sweet little nipples. God, I’d kill to fucking taste her, all of her, to lose myself between her thighs, licking and sucking until she came screaming against my face…
Except I can’t—for so very many reasons, not the least being that she doesn’t needtwomen nearly old enough to be her father making passes at her. But if I don’t dosomething, my balls are gonna fucking explode.
I’m unzipping my pants and pulling my cock free before I realize what I’m doing. Truthfully, I’m beyond rational thought; or rather, all my thoughts are of Anna—thoughts I’ve never allowed until now.
I jerk off with fast, furious strokes. But it’s Anna’s mouth sliding along my cock, sucking me deeper, tongue swirling around the head. It’s her tight teenage pussy I’m plunging myself into, again and again…
The thought of popping her cherry—of being my gorgeous nanny’s first andlast—pushes me over the edge, and then I’m coming… in my ex-wife’s utility sink.
Groaning, I zip up my pants and return tothe kitchen. What the fuck? I’m barely better than Sarah’s trash husband, jerking off to thoughts of my teenage nanny. Feeling wildly unbalanced, I grip the edge of the sink and stare out at the backyard.
The sun is only just setting, yet it feels as if a lifetime has passed.I’m not the same man who left my office. Raw, uncontrolled lust isn’t my style. I don’t just take my goddamn cock out like some kind of animal…
But tonight I did—and I couldn’t have stopped, not even if Anna had caught me in the act. And then, the violence in the laundry room… I’ve never wantedto destroy a man before. Never felt such unbridled rage.
Yes, any decent guy would have been angry to find a woman cornered like a wounded gazelle—and at the filth spewing from George’s mouth. Yet what I felt went well beyond anger. Because when I walked into that laundry room, I didn’t see a damsel in distress.
No, I sawmywoman in danger,mywoman under threat.
And God help me, but I’ll do more than break the face of the next guy who tries to touch her.
Anna’s soft voice interrupts my thoughts. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I turn and face her.
She stands in the kitchen doorway, fully dressed, hair dry. In the dying light, she’s stunning. The sun’s last rays catch strawberry highlights in her wavy blonde hair that somehow I never noticed before.
What else have I missed about this girl?
“For saving me, silly. I was so scared… but when you arrived, I knew everything would be okay. I felt safe. Thank you.”
She steps farther into the room, then bites her lip. Despite the innocence of the action, the sight of her teeth pressing into the flesh of her lip brings my cock back to full mast, and I’m grateful the island lies between us, shielding my arousal from view.
“You’ll always be safe with me, Anna. Always.”
I utter the vow on impulse, but it’s the truth. I may not understand yet exactly what’s changed, but I know that much.