Page 32 of Nanny for the Damaged Ex-SEAL

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting in the living room; I refuse to go upstairs. I prefer to stay here until I don't hear movement upstairs anymore. But then I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I look up. It’s Aria in a nightgown I’ve seen her in several times now, a silver-colored satin one that stops above her knee. Over it is a matching robe, held together at her waist, but it doesn't close properly, and I can see her tits jiggle as she trots down the stairs. Fucking hell.

Is she coming to get something to drink? Is she hungry? We hadn’t eaten much before our fight broke out and halted dinner. None of us had much to eat except Ethan.

She pauses when she gets to the bottom of the stairs. Then she comes toward me. I don't look, but I can see her out of the corner of my eye. When she reaches the sofa, she sits. I still don’t look. I have my jacket in my lap so I stare down at it and run my fingers over the shiny silver zipper.

She sighs. "I just came to say that I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come upstairs. I also didn't hear you go into your room, so I figured you'd be down here. I don't like how we've been hostile to each other all these years. I just want to apologize for anything I might have done. I think it's in Ethan's best interest if we coexist peacefully. We don't have to be friends. I'm okay with that."

I never expected her to come apologize, not now. Not ever. I can feel her heat though she's a few inches away from me. I can smell her. Her natural smell mixed with the smell of her soap, a mixture of lemon and something else that's citrus, but I can't place it. I can hear her breathe. Everything is amplified.

"I'm sorry as well, for shouting you down tonight. It's not who I am. Yes, it's in Ethan's best interest. It kills me that I made him cry tonight."

"That broke me too. We ruined the dinner for him. And thank you for apologizing. Maybe Bria was right, maybe you aren’t all that bad."

I look at her after the last sentence. Her hair is packed up in a messy bun, her face bare, no trace of the makeup she had on earlier. And she’s so damn beautiful. I feel a tug in my nether region as blood flows from my head, blurring my thoughts, taking away with it my ability to think. I inch closer to her. I expect her to pull back, but she doesn't, so I move even closer. I swallow harshly and feel my breath catch in my throat.

I lean just half an inch toward her and I close my eyes. I expect a slap, an insult, a swift kick to the crotch…but nothing comes. So with my eyes still closed, I take a shot. I take her lips to mine. They're warm, sweet, full, and supple. Then I feel her lips respond, taking my lower lip into their embrace, her warmth tackling my cold and overwhelming it. I pull away to look. Her eyes are shut and she's breathing heavily. I press my lips to hers again, and this time she raises her hands and runs them over my biceps.

Is this happening? Is this really happening? But I don't have time for too many questions. It's a great kiss and I immerse myself in it.

Without warning, she pulls me closer by my shirt and shifts so she's leaning further into the sofa. I let my jacket fall out of my hand and off my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into her. I untangle our lips and trace a kiss over her face, her perfect face. Then I push her down until her back hits the sofa and I move to lie on top of her. I love her litheness beneath me. She's soft, tender, and I want to caress every inch of her body. I run my hand down her body, grasping at curves as I go. Her breasts, her mound, her hips, her thighs. She runs her hands down my back, and grips at my sides, a firm warm grip.

Then I kiss her right breast through the silky fabric. I press my lips over her erect nipple. Then I move to the left one and push the cloth away with my chin, putting my wet tongue to it. She moans, urging me to go on. I flick the tip of my tongue over it and feel it swell with every swirl. I slide and prop myself up on my knees, pulling her gown up and nibbling on her stomach, tracing kisses down it.

I’m kissing her navel and pushing her nightgown up when I see her purple lace panties. I hook my fingers around the tiny side strings and pull them down to discover her clean-shaven pussy. Smooth and soft and warm. I pull her panties off with urgency and slide my pants down. My dick is rock hard. She looks down at it and stretches to take me into both of her hands. She strokes it from the tip to the base and back to the tip again.

"Fuck me," she says in a low voice.

I kick off my pants and guide myself into her. She stiffens as I part her. It's slow at first because she's tight and I'm huge. I split her open gently, taking my time. I lean forward and lie on top of her with my dick inching deeper into her. "Slow and steady. You're taking it all,” I whisper in her ear.

She gasps into my ear and gives it a flick of her tongue, which makes me pick up pace. My dick is buried deep inside of her delectable pussy and she's whimpering beneath me, digging her nails into my back through my shirt. She's warm, wet, and tight, and her pussy walls grip on my dick so securely, as if it wants to keep it forever. I raise my hips and slam down into her because it’s driving me crazy. The pleasure is too damn much, and I feel like I'm about to explode.

We move together quietly on the couch in a raw, sweaty, silent, hungry dance. As if we’re keeping it secret from the entire world. Only muted hums escape her lips. I know why she’s trying to be quiet. I wish we didn’t have to be. I want to hear her.

She slams her hips up to meet me as I delve into her. I feel her body begin to quiver. She wraps her arms around me, squeezing me tightly, and bites into my neck to stifle a scream as her body contracts. I can’t take it anymore.

Seconds later, I'm pumping my juice all over her outer pussy.

I collapse on top of her, breathless, as our bodies try to recover from the high.

Chapter 11

Aria

What.The.Fuck.Whatthe actual fuck.

I still can't believe what happened last night. It wasn't a dream, no. It was real, because my pussy still throbs and burns from the stretching it got from Connor’s fat dick.

Oh my God.

We went from hating each other and shouting at each other to me getting the fucking of my life. My pussy still hasn't recovered.

How do I face him today? I'm so embarrassed. I'm dangling between regret and exhilaration because it was so damn good.

I let out the last of my pee and get off the toilet seat to freshen up. I look at my reflection in the mirror, but I can't reprimand myself because I enjoyed every second of it. Every delicious, tantalizing little second. I sigh, quickly shower, and get dressed for the day.

When I'm done getting ready, it’s almost 5 a.m. I creak open my door, praying that I don't run into him in the hallway. He's not an early riser, but you never know. When I'm sure he’s not up and about, I dash into Ethan's room to get him ready for school.

When we come out of his room, Connor still isn't up. I hurry Ethan downstairs for breakfast, and at a few minutes to seven, I rush him out of the house. I'm only able to breathe freely once we're in the taxi.

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