Page 30 of Nanny for the SEALs

“This is the real reason you came here tonight,” I said. “Isn’t it?”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and tightened his hand into a fist. “It never occurred to me.”

I moaned as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck for him to kiss. The bristles of his cheek scratched against my skin as he nuzzled down to my shoulder. His hips still gyrated into me, and the robe had moved far enough aside that I felt his jeans pushing up against my wet slit.

I don’t know who invented denim jeans, but I hated them in that moment for creating the thing that was currently separating his cock from my lady parts.

Rogan kissed a trail down my chest, using his nose to open my bathrobe. He paused to drink in the sight of my breasts before diving on one of them, kissing all around the flesh before circling the nipple with his tongue. I groaned and arched my back, reaching up to take a handful of his hair. As I did so, Rogan snatched my wrist in his hand and pushed it to the bed, holding my arm aside. When I tried to use my other hand to touch him, he did that withhisother hand.

I melted underneath his smile, which said,I’m in control.

“Who do you work for, Miss Hart?” he asked lustily.

“Money,” I said, repeating the answer I had given during therealinterrogation. “I work for money.”

He switched to my other breast, jaw scratching against the skin before his tongue found my nipple. His lips tightened around it in an intense nibble that made me moan longer and louder than before.

“If you don’t tell me,” he said playfully, “then I’m going to have to step up my efforts.”

“I’ll never tell,” I replied, keeping up the game. “Do your worst.”

I felt him smile against my breast, and then he rose off my body. I felt empty and cold without his presence, but the show he gave me soon made up for it. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, giving me my first glimpse of his body.

“What thefuck,” I said.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

I waved my hand in his general direction. “That. All those muscles. Normal guys aren’t supposed to have all of that going on!”

His hand caressed up my thigh. “I’m not a normal guy.”

I waited for him to continue undressing, but he left his jeans on. Instead, he leaned over to the ice cream bar to retrieve the bowl of chocolate syrup. He used the spoon to drizzle it down my thigh, across my belly, and beyond one breast. It left a warm sensation everywhere it landed.

“You know you’re getting me all sticky, right?” I said. “Andnotin the good way.”

I tried to sit up, but he planted a strong palm above my breasts and pushed me back down easily. “You want to be tortured? This is how it starts.”

Rogan lowered his face to my thigh, extending his long tongue. Slowly, carefully, the tip of his tongue touched the beginning of the trail of warm chocolate sauce.

Food during sex wasn’t my thing. At least, I didn’tthinkit was my thing based on the two instances where I had tried it. But the way Rogan was holding me down and slowly licking up the chocolate…

I tightened my inner muscles and let out a soft sigh. If I wasn’t already wet before, now I wasdrenchedfor him. This was doing it for me in a way that I hadn’t experienced with food before.

“You taste good,” he said, tongue following the trail down across my pelvic bone. Next to my mound. He used his free hand to pry open my legs, exposing myself to him, but he was totally focused on the chocolate. “Verygood.”

I squirmed as his tongue trailed along next to my mound, his chinalmostbrushing against my outer lips in passing, but not quite.

I can’t believe I’m doing this with the man who was interrogating me six hours ago.

“You win,” I said, voice tight with pleasure. “Thisistorture.”

I felt him rumble a laugh into my belly. “Not for me. I’m having fun.”

My loins wereon firewith pleasure, desperate to be touched. I reached down there but his hand snatched my wrist away again while he continued licking up the warm chocolate.

“I surrender,” I said. “I’ll admit that I was attracted to you last night. That was part of why I kissed you.”

“I already knew that,” he said, tongue swirling its way up my breast. “But it’s nice to hearyouadmit it.”

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