Page 98 of Nanny for the SEALs

Maurice nodded. “It was all carefully orchestrated, but I’m an actor, and I noticed it immediately. After dinner, when the candy reward was given, Cora announced loudly that she was going to her room to read. Ten seconds later, both boys followed her. When they came out of her room, they had chocolate on their fingers and were behaving worse than ever before, tossing pillows and knocking over things in the kitchen. And Cora? She calmly walked out of her room with a smug look on her face. Iknowthat look, Heather, because that’s how I looked when I did something bad as a kid.”

I processed what I was hearing. “That would explain why the candy isn’t incentivizing the boys anymore. They’re getting bigger pieces at the end of the night from their sister. But why?”

Brady shrugged. “Who knows why little kids do stuff? AllIknow is I’m going to give Asher so much shit about it when he gets home. He’s always gloating about how good Cora is. Well, who’s the perfect little angel now?”

Maurice finished his drink. “That’s enough fun for me tonight. I’m heading home.”

“I’ll Venmo you the cash for babysitting,” Brady said, downing his coffee and getting up too. “You want a ride home? I’m heading to Amirah’s, and your place is on the way.”

“What a gentleman.”

Brady kissed me goodbye. “Wish I was staying here with you. We’d have a lot of fun.”

“I wish that too,” I replied.

He gave me a wink, then led Maurice to the door. “Okay, so my buddy Jason I was telling you about. He didn’t come out until he was twenty-eight, but everyone in his unit knew. He lives out in Bakersfield, but I can give him your number if you want.”

“What type is he?” Maurice asked.

“Uh… the gay type?”

Maurice laughed. “No, I mean is he a bear, twink, otter, leather daddy…”

“Bro, I don’t know what any of that means,” Brady said.

“I have much to teach you.” Maurice blew me a kiss and closed the door.

I was once again wiped out from filming all day, so I went right to bed. I never even heard Asher and Brady come home. Dustin woke once in the night and needed help in the bathroom, but otherwise the kids let me sleep undisturbed.

“I don’t believe it,” Asher said during breakfast the next morning. He looked skeptically at the kids in the living room. “Not Cora. It’s not possible.”

“Read it and weep, buddy,” Brady said while guzzling coffee. He looked more tired than usual, even though things were quiet at Amirah’s last night. “She’s the ringleader of this out of control circus.”

“But she’s a little angel.”

“Lucifer was an angel, too,” Brady pointed out.

“That’s enough gloating,” Rogan cut in. “What should we do? Confront her?”

“We could, but I’m not a fan of that plan. Not yet, at least. I’d like to see it with my own eyes. And if we catch her in the act, it will be more effective than bringing it up now.”

Rogan tongued the inside of his cheek, then nodded. “If you think that’s best.”

The day progressed like normal. The boys were bouncing off the walls, while Cora behaved perfectly. But I noticed her watching her brothers and smiling to herself. Something was definitely off.

Rogan came upstairs while the kids were napping. “You want some lunch?” I asked him. “I just made a batch of chicken salad. I used low-fat mayo, but…”

Wordlessly, Rogan took me by the arm and led me into his bedroom. He locked the door, then proceeded to kiss me more fiercely than he ever had before. We fell onto the bed together and he hastily pulled my dress up around my waist. His urgent need for me made me as wet as could be, and his cock sank between my legs with ease.

He gripped me in his strong arms and fucked me hard and fast, practicallyslamminghimself into my pussy like he couldn’t hold himself back. I surrendered to the wonderful feeling of his desire, clamping my lips down around his shaft with every stroke and driving my own hips up into him. Both of us were letting out our individual frustrations on each other, diving into the sex as a distraction, and we lost ourselves to the mindless drive of our bodies.

“Filming sucked yesterday,” I said while we clung to each other afterward. The good thing about a quickie was that it left plenty of time for cuddling. “Two full days shooting and re-shooting the same small scene. I was ready toscreamby the end of it.”

“At least it’s over,” Rogan murmured into my hair.

“Yeah, but it left a bad taste in my mouth. I feel disillusioned about the entire acting process. If it’s this bad for a thirty-second commercial, how will it be on a major project? It must takeforever. I don’t think I can take that, day-in and day-out.”

Rogan listened while gently stroking my hair. I could feel his heartbeat underneath my cheek, a steady thump of life. After a few moments, Rogan spoke softly.

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