Page 49 of Nanny for the SEALs

“I wasn’t joking when I said you feltamazing,” Rogan said, “but I want to be inside of you.”

I reached between my legs and took hold of his hard length. “Were you joking when you said you were clean?”

His cock jumped when he realized what I intended. “I was serious.”

“I’ve never done it without a condom either,” I said while rubbing his tip up into my soaked sex. “And Iamon the pill.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but I drove my hips down before he could. I impaled myself on his cock, letting it fill me completely in one long motion.

Both of us groaned together while savoring the new and exciting sensation.

“Heather,” Rogan breathed. “Oh fuck…”

I raked my hands over his dress shirt, feeling the muscles underneath. “It feels so much better without one.”

He sat up, cradling me in his lap. “You have no idea.”

He folded his arms around me and kissed me harder than before. I gyrated back and forth on him, savoring the wonderful ache of his thickness against my inner walls.

Rogan cupped my ass and began thrusting up into me. I jerked against him, pulses of pleasure shooting through my body with every motion. Blood rushed in my ears as we surrendered to the torrid waves of ecstasy.

I cried out, shuddering in his arms. His thrusts grew fast and hard—I could sense how eager he was for me. His breath quickened in a way I remembered from last night, fingers tightening on my ass with desire. I drove my hips down onto him, skin slapping again and again, until he was thrown over the edge.

“Heather!” he roared.

Just as he came, I pulled off him enough for his cock to slide out. It flopped against his belly and I rubbed my drenched lips along the shaft, grinding against him as he exploded. I moaned with glee as his dick pulsed underneath me, covering the tan skin of his abs with milky-white seed.

Rogan yanked his dress shirt up to ensure nothing landed on the fabric, eyes boring into mine with lust.

I leaned down to brush my lips against his, then hopped over to the bathroom to get a washcloth. I returned and carefully wiped away the mess on Rogan’s belly. His abs were as hard as rocks underneath the cloth as I cleaned him up.

“I hope this isn’t emasculating for you,” I teased. “Last time you cleanedmeup, and now I’m doing it to you.”

He put one arm behind his head and smiled. “You can emasculate me any time you want.” Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, kissing me while I lay on his chest.

“Sorry I couldn’t be the one to drive you here,” Rogan whispered deeply.

“Don’t be. I had fun with Brady.”

“He’s a fun guy.” Rogan stared off. “He always kept us in good spirits while on deployment. No matter how tough it got, he’d find a way to make us smile.”

“You don’t want them to find out, do you?” I asked. “About us.”

His gorgeous face twisted into a grimace. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“It would complicate things.”

I pushed up onto an elbow and looked at him. “Is it their knowledge that complicates things, or this relationship itself?”

“Both.” He sighed. “We need a good nanny for the children. You and I getting physical? That jeopardizes the job.”

“Then why’d you sleep with me?” I ran my fingers along his jawline, scratching against the bristles that had grown since this morning’s shave. “You’re the one who came to the hotel. Tonight,andlast night.”

“Because I couldn’t help myself. You’re too beautiful.”

I giggled and rested against his chest. “Keep saying words, please.”

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