Page 48 of Nanny for the SEALs

Rogan crushed his lips against mine, pushing me backward until I fell back onto the bed. I bounced lightly as he followed, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and bending down to kiss me some more.

“Maurice is right,” I said between kisses. “This kind of feels like you’re my sugar daddy.”

“I’m your employer,” he said, moving down to my neck. “That’s a crucial distinction.”

I sighed as he slid a hand into my robe and cupped a breast. “I’ve never slept with my employer before.”

“You’ve been missing out.”

I closed my eyes as he kissed a trail down my chest, breath whispering along my core. But before he could bury his face between my legs, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up.

“If you’re my employer,” I said, rolling him over, “then I should give you what you paid for.”

I straddled Rogan and unbuttoned his dress pants. I could feel the heat radiating off his length as I reached inside. He was already as stiff as could be, and I felt him pulse as I squeezed him with my fingers.

I slid down his legs until my face was hovering above his cock. I gave it a few teasing strokes while staring up at him. He wore a sexy smirk while watching me, dark eyes waiting to see what I would do.

My tongue flicked out slowly, barely caressing his slit. His entire body tensed, massive muscles flexing involuntarily with pleasure, and the noise he made deep within his throat was pure bliss.

I considered teasing it out more, the way he had teased me with the chocolate sauce, but I was eager to please him too. Never taking my eyes off his, I bent over his cock and wrapped my lips around his crown. His body relaxed as I took him deeper, enveloping him with my mouth.

“God, Heather,” he groaned, craning his head back on the bed.

I hummed a moan into his meat while sucking up and down. Rogan groaned louder with every bobbing movement of my head, and he grew impossibly harder in my mouth. He was so big that I could only get my lips halfway down his shaft.

I like who I am when I’m with Rogan,I realized while I worked.I want to be dirty with him, the way he was with me last night.

“You know what I want?” I asked while swirling my tongue around his tip.

“What?” he gritted out.

“I want to make you come in my mouth. And I’m going to swallow every. Single. Drop.”

A rumble escaped his throat as he gazed down at me. I quickly bent back to my work, sucking him off faster than before while stroking his shaft. I didn’t consider myself an expert at giving blowjobs, but I knew what I was doing.

And based on the noises he was making? He was going to leave me a five-star review.

His fingers laced into my hair and squeezed, pushing my head up and down. I stopped moving my head and allowed him to bob me up and down. I could feel his unrestrained lust in the way he controlled me, moving me up and down on his cock. His powerful thighs flexed beneath my arm as he drew closer to his climax.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled my head away from his hard length. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Does it not feel good?”

His chest heaved with shallow breaths. “It feelsamazing. But it’s not what I want. I wantyou, Heather.”

Rogan pulled me up to his lips and kissed me deeply. His tongue swirled into my mouth the way mine had swirled around the tip of his cock just moments before. That, and the commanding way he said that he neededme, made me soaked with desire within seconds.

I let the bathrobe slip away behind me. Rogan reached into his pocket, fumbling around…

He froze. “Goddamnit.”

“You’d better watch that language around the kids,” I teased.

He shook his head. “I forgot a condom.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “You drove to my hotel and forgot a condom?”

“I was distracted by the work emergency.” He sighed back into the sheets. “I’ll get dressed and go to the gas station down the street.”

He tried to sit up, but I planted my thighs on either side of his torso. “We can still have fun without it.”

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