Page 14 of Take A Chance

“Mr. Emmerson...” she choked out between kisses. But I wasn’t having it this time. I pounded into her, our skin smacking together, both of us nearing climax.

“Say my name, Emma. Now.”

“I did. Please... I’m so close again. I need you.”

“Say it!” I shouted, and she startled. “Say my name.”

The more I worked my body into her, the closer I got to orgasm, and if she didn’t say my name I was going to pull out and spill it on the floor in front of her just to deny her the orgasm. But she moaned and clawed at my back. I knew she wanted it so badly.

“God, just make me go again, Blake.”

Release hit me so hard I didn’t know what happened. It was like she found the easy button and hit every raw nerve I had. My load spewed into her, flooding her and squeezing out around my dick to puddle on the counter and run down the front of the cupboard. Emma hit orgasm again too, convulsing around my cock and squeezing me like I was a cow in the milking parlor. Her body felt amazing—just as incredible as I thought it would.

When she finally collapsed against my chest, breathing heavily and sweating, I wrapped my arms around her and held her. For a moment we recovered, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair. I thought I’d feel like I had conquered her, dominated her, and resolved to send her away, just like every other woman. But it was messy, her the new nanny, me the boss. This wasn’t a cheap one-night stand I could brush off, and the way her lips softly kissed my chest, her thumbs strumming my sides like she was playing a guitar, I didn’t want it to be.

A noise somewhere in the house startled her, and she sat up straight, her eyes wide. I wanted to kiss her, comfort her and let her know we were perfectly safe. I could see the fear in her eyes. But she scurried off the counter, using toilet paper to clean herself off, and quickly dressed.

“I... uh... we really, really need to keep this professional, Mr. Emmerson.” The way she hastily dressed, putting her T-shirt on backward, was adorable. I stood there with my cock at half-mast, watching her scramble in shame.

“Of course we can.” I had no intention of being professional with this woman. Not once had I dated a woman who immediately after sex, I was already craving her again. Never had I met anyone like Emma Clarke.

“I’m so sorry,” she said as she backed toward the door.

“I hope you found our lesson educational.” I winked at her, and she blushed, looking ambivalent as she reached for the door.

“Professional...” she reminded me as she turned the knob and pulled the door open.

“Of course.” I wanted to snatch her wrist, bring her lips to mine one more time, but before I could, she was gone, racing down the hallway into the darkness. If Emma wanted it professional, I’d keep it that way. For now. But paying for sex wasn’t my idea of a good relationship, and I was certain that wasn’t what she meant.

She hadn’t stuck around to clarify that, though, and when my mind settled on wanting something or someone, they were mine. No ifs, ands, or buts.

9

Emma

As I dressed for the day, I thought about the past four and how absent Blake had been. I’d heard him enter late every evening and leave early each morning, but we hadn’t even passed in the hallway like ghosts. He seemed to be more present in the rules and schedules he set for his daughter than in her life, though I gave him the benefit of the doubt being that I had only had the job for a week. I knew nothing of his normal schedule. For all I knew, this was merely a busy week for him, and I could be snapping to a quick judgment that was incorrect.

Still, it bothered me that he wasn’t around and that I spent more time in cars and waiting in waiting rooms for Katelyn to finish her next activity than I had spent getting to know her. I pushed my feet into my shoes at the frustrating thought and grabbed my purse, heading out the door. I had to collect her from her room and make sure she was dressed for the day. Saturdays were for gymnastics, piano, and culture studies with a teacher at the local arts council.

As I approached Katelyn’s room, I heard muffled sniffles. I paused outside her door and heard her speaking quietly, though I knew no one was in the room with her. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but the door was cracked so I peeked into the room and saw her seated on her bed holding her worn teddy bear. She was crying. Her hair was down around her shoulders, as I had left it last night after her bath, and she wore her school uniform, which was the only real clothing I’d seen her wear all week.

I tapped on the door softly and pushed it open. “Katelyn, can I come in?”

Her eyes popped up, and she wiped her face quickly and nodded. She shoved the bear under the blanket and sat taller. Never had I seen a child try to hide the fact that they were crying. It was a very adult behavior, and one I intended to break immediately. Any child who is in emotional pain needs loving arms to comfort them. God knows, I needed them and never had them.

“Are you okay?” I walked over to her bed and set my purse on the nightstand.

Katelyn looked ready to burst into tears, but she nodded. “I’m okay.”

“You don’t look okay.” I sat next to her and folded my hands cautiously in my lap. “Want to talk about it?”

She shrugged and picked at her comforter. A loose thread caught her attention, and she focused on it. It was likely a defense mechanism she’d picked up along the way to distract herself in times she felt emotional.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s okay.”

“I miss Father,” she mumbled. “And Mrs. Pilcher too. He didn’t tuck me in for four days, and things are different now. Mrs. Pilcher is always here.” My heart went out to her. I missed her father too, though I knew the space was actually a good thing between him and me. The more we interacted, the worse our physical attraction got. Space was just what we needed to let that fire burn itself out so we could keep this professional. I felt partially to blame for Blake’s not being around. What if I was the reason he was gone for so many days?

“Well, I’m here now, and I know it will take a bit of time to get to know me, but I am just as good as Mrs. Pilcher. Okay?”

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