Page 6 of Take A Chance

“You are literally the hottest guy I’ve seen in months.” Her thumb brushed up and down the length of my dick, teasing it to arousal, but I didn’t flinch. “This is my first time at this lounge. Do you come around here often?” She draped herself on my shoulder and pressed more firmly on my groin with her wandering thumb.

“I am a regular, yes.” This moment was reminiscent of my former life—one I’d rather forget. My cock liked the attention, I had to admit that. But when she leaned in and nipped at my neck and my eyes fluttered shut, it was Emma’s face I saw in front of me.

“Mind if I just have a little taste?” she asked. I felt her fingers prying at the button on my slacks. I kept my eyes shut one second too long, and all I could think about was watching my dick slide into Emma’s mouth, her ruby lipstick smearing along its length.

The woman hardly had a chance. I had no attraction to her at all. I gently grabbed her wrist and removed it from my lap just as she got my button open.

“I apologize, Ms....”

“Stacey.”

“Stacey. I have somewhere to be. Perhaps you could join Mr. Astor and your friend.”

Colin heard his name and came up for a breather, dark lipstick smeared across his face, and I nodded at him as I stood. The woman next to me huffed and pouted as I finished my drink and walked away. It was slightly embarrassing trying to hide the raging erection I had, and I had to fight the urge to call Emma and say nasty things to her.

Gary was waiting out front, leaned against the side of the car with his phone out. He perked up as he saw me coming and rushed to the door and opened it. “Leaving so soon, sir?”

“Yeah, take me home,” I grumbled, hoping he hadn’t noticed my problem. I slumped into the seat and closed my eyes, forcing my hands into fists so I didn’t touch myself. All I could think of was how amazing it felt to slide my fingers into Emma’s tight pussy. And she tasted good even if I had to taste her second-hand instead of straight from the source.

The car couldn’t get me home fast enough. Vivid images flashed in my mind the entire drive, keeping my body in a heightened state. When Gary pulled up in front of the house, I rushed out again, not waiting for him to get the door for me. I didn’t even acknowledge the doorman as I entered the lobby. I hurried straight to the elevator and rode it up to the top floor where my apartment awaited. With an early meeting tomorrow, I’d let Greta know I wouldn’t be home this evening, and I was glad I didn’t have to endure the torture of a fifty-five-minute car ride to Scarsdale.

With no staff to dote on me, I was entirely alone and glad of it. My body was tense, and despite the erection going down slightly, I still fought myself. Emma was now an employee. Colin was right. Even though she lived with me and I’d see her almost daily, I had to keep my hands off her. That would be a fight every day, and if this was what it felt like, I was going to lose that fight.

I poured myself a drink and headed for my bathroom, thinking a cold shower would take the edge off. Only the instant I was in that water and it flowed down across my body to my still-sensitive cock, I knew I’d lost the fight. I let the water wash over my head, shutting my eyes. Emma was there, on my lap, my hand buried between her thighs.

I heard her pants and moans, felt her juices on my hand. I tried to fight the urge, but I lost it. My hand wrapped around my dick and stroked as I pictured her laid out on that table in front of me. I drew my tongue over my lip the way I’d seen her do a million times in the two brief moments I’d been with her. Her pussy was delectable, a garden of delights for me to enjoy. I had sucked her fluids from my fingers, but in my mind, I was burying my tongue in her soft folds.

It sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, so I pictured it more fully, my face squeezed between her thick thighs, sucking and slurping her up. She moaned and screamed as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. I stroked faster, gripping my dick in the flow of water cascading across my skin. The thought of hearing her panting my name brought me closer to climax.

If only she hadn’t gotten that text. I’d have slid my dick out and buried it in her. I pictured her straddling me again, only this time, it wasn’t my fingers in her pussy. I had both my hands gripping her hips, pulling her downward onto my body as I ground upward into her. She felt amazing, squeezing me and milking the precum from my body. Her breasts nearly suffocated me as I bit at their creamy curves and sucked on her nipples.

And that did it.

The pressure released in an instant, exploding outward onto the shower wall before being washed away by the spray of the water. I stroked myself more, the extreme sensitivity of the post-orgasm erection making me twitch. Emma was dangerous, but like a moth to the flame, I allowed my mind to linger there between her legs where my fingers had played such a deadly game. It could cost me dearly.

Realizing what I’d just done, I turned and rinsed myself of the cum that clung to my skin, then I leaned my forearm across the shower wall and pressed my forehead into it. Emma was entering my life to help me with Katelyn and for no other reason. She had been the most qualified applicant by far. Most of the other applicants—including a few men—had been nothing more than retirees looking for an easy job or high school students needing a handout.

No, Emma was overqualified, perfect for the job. And Katelyn needed that in her life. I needed that for Katelyn. Which meant I had to get this ridiculous fascination with her out of my head. She was off limits. It was the way it had to be.

5

Emma

Iexpected an Uber or a taxi when Blake said he’d send a car for me. When a man named Gary called me and told me he was there to pick me up, I was shocked to see a driver in a full suit standing next to a limo, probably not as shocked as he was when he saw all I had were two suitcases and a medium-sized box of my meager belongings. He loaded them into the car and helped me in, offering free reign of the mini-fridge and snack bar.

My stomach rumbled, and I selected a granola bar and a bottle of water, though the spirits would have eased my nerves more. I didn’t, however, want to show up drunk on my first day. At least Blake wouldn’t be at the house when I arrived. He'd said in his email that his head of house, Greta, would greet me, so the intense chemistry between us wouldn’t be something I had to worry about.

When the car pulled up to the security gate outside the home, I thought it was a gated community, but it turned out the large iron and brick fence that ran parallel to the road was just the border of Blake’s property. I was shocked. The driver explained to the security staff that I was Blake's new nanny, and they asked me to step out of the vehicle. The security house was outside the gate, and the man refused to open the door until he had verified my identity. I felt like he took it far too seriously.

“Ms. Clarke, is it?” the man asked, looking down his pointy nose at me. I hugged my purse to my stomach and nodded. The man was very intimidating. He had a radio strapped to one hip, a gun on the other. His aviator glasses reflected my appearance, blocking my view of his eyes. His warm skin revealed that he spent a lot of time outdoors—patrolling Blake’s property, no doubt.

“I’m going to have to ask to search your belongings, and I need to verify your identity.”

As he said the words, “verify your identity,” my pulse quickened. I'd had a fake ID made for me when I left Newark, and it got me into clubs and allowed me to purchase alcohol, but it had never been scrutinized by someone in authority.

“Uh... Yes, sir...” I stuttered, feeling cold chills sweep over my skin. “I, uh...”

“Her bags are here,” Gary called out. I turned to see him standing by the trunk of the car which was standing open. He obviously knew this was going to happen and hadn’t warned me. Of course this would happen. Blake was filthy rich. They had to make sure I wasn’t here to harm him or his family. I took a deep breath and tried to control my pulse, but the hammering in my eardrums of blood rushing past my ears was deafening.

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