Page 37 of Nanny for the Mercenaries

Trish

It was nice to have a private bathroom attached to my room as I went and cleaned up. Having to make that walk down the hallway would have beenveryawkward if I ran into Harrison or Archer. Granted, they would have no way of knowing what Jordy and I had done. But I still wondered if they would be able to tell.

I exited and Jordy took his turn, giving my ass a playful little squeeze in passing. I tried to grab his chiseled butt right back, but he quickly jumped out of the way and flashed me a victorious smirk before closing the door.

When he came out a minute later, he stopped at the edge of the bed. “What’s this?”

“What?” I asked innocently. He looked magnificent nude, with his V-shaped torso and broad shoulders and tan skin. Not to mention the beautiful cock hanging between his legs, still semi-hard after our fun.

He pointed. “You put the pillow barrier back up.”

“I’ve had my fun, now I’m done with you,” I teased, rolling over. “Please respect my boundaries while I sleep. Goodnight.”

Jordy cursed and crawled into bed, then hurled the body pillow across the room. “You can’t get away that easily,” he said, wrapping an arm over my body and spooning me. He held me tight against his chest, and I leaned back into him and sighed happily.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said. “Twice.”

“Me neither,” he rumbled into my ear. “But I’m glad we did.”

“Was it just today’s excitement that made you want to kiss me?”

He snorted. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Since I first saw you at the gym,” he admitted. “This was weeks before we ran into each other by the kettlebells. You were doing standing military press with a barbell, and your face was all scrunched up in concentration. Lips pursed together in a pout. I tried not to be all creepy about it, because I know women don’t like being ogled at the gym, but from that point on I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Why didn’t you ever ask me out?”

“Like I said: women don’t like being ogled at the gym,” he replied. “I was trying to respect that. And then whenyouaskedmeout…” He let out a groan that was every bit as sexual as a few minutes ago. “Confidence is hot. Men never get asked out. So when itdoeshappen, it fucking rocks.”

“I’m glad you think so. It took a lot for me to even ask someone like you out!”

“Someone like me?”

“Uh, duh? A fucking hunk!”

Jordy chuckled. “I’m already in bed, Trish. You don’t need to flatter me.”

I twisted out of his embrace to face him. “Flattery? Now you’re just being obtuse. You’re absolutelyjacked. Look at you.” I traced a fingernail over his chest. “You’ve got great pecs, and a six-pack. But then you have muscleshere, between the two. I didn’t know a guy could evenhavemuscles there! It took every bit of courage I had to ask you out.”

Jordy’s brown eyes sparkled in the darkness. “Oh yeah? Well, what about you?”

“What about me? I’m average looking, at best.”

His palm slid over the curve of my hip. “There are a lot of good looking women at our gym. There’s that group of CrossFit girls who come in to use the treadmills between their other workouts. And the UNCW volleyball team that lifts weights on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

“This is a really weird way to compliment the girl you just had sex with,” I warned.

“What I’m getting at,” he quickly said, “is that there’s a lot of eye candy at the gym. But despite that, my eyes are always drawn to you like a beacon. I can appreciate a good-looking body and then ignore it, but you? It’s a strugglenotto check you out the whole time I’m lifting weights. If I’m a hunk, you’re a bombshell.”

I was glad that the darkness hid my blush. “Bombshells usually have bigger boobs.”

He barked a laugh. “I love your boobs.” As if he needed to prove it, he cupped one of them, then leaned down to plant a wet kiss on my cleavage. “It’s a perfect handful. Anything more than that is just excessive.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “I wish fourteen-year-old me could hear you say that. I was so self-conscious about my boobs back then.”

“I bet you were hot back then. I definitely would have been into you.” Jordy’s smile disappeared. “I mean, not that I’m into fourteen-year-olds. That’s gross. I meant if I was a teenager, and you were a teenager…”

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