Page 44 of Nanny for the Damaged Ex-SEAL

I laugh too as we head to the dining table.

"Thanks, Chef Connor," I say as we take our seats.

"Thanks Chef…" Ethan starts to say but Connor rumples up his face at him. "Thanks, Daddy," he says instead.

"You're welcome."

"It's yummy, Daddy," Ethan comments with his mouth full.

I smile at Connor and he takes my hand on the table. Ethan giggles as he side-eyes our interlocked fingers, a smile slowly spreading across his cute little face.

We wash up the plates together after dinner and I take Ethan up to his room to get him ready for bed. When I'm done, Connor is lying on the longest couch in the living room, his six-foot-two frame stretched along it. His hands are behind his head and his eyes are fixed on the TV. I climb onto the sofa and lie on top of him.

He removes one hand from the back of his head and rubs it over my back.

I run a hand down his chest. "You did great with dinner today."

"Thanks, love."

"But you didn't do better than me. My pasta will always taste better."

He raises his head. "Nah. Mine is totally better."

I prop myself on his chest. "Never."

"What makes yours better?"

I cross my arms on his chest. "The texture, the…taste."

"How about we have a pasta battle one of these days?"

"Yeah, we should. I'm down. I'll beat your ass."

He looks down at me sensuously. "You know what I'll beat you at?"

"What?" I say with my arms pressed down on his chest and my chin on my folded arms.

"Let's go find out." He pushes me up gently and I follow his lead.

Before we get to the stairs, we’re already all over each other. We stumble up with his hands ravaging me. He kicks his bedroom door open, and pulls me after him and leans in. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his bulge against me. I squeeze my thighs as I feel the tingling heat down there.

My senses are scrambled, and I can’t think straight anymore. All I can think about is his cock. His hard cock aching to pleasure me. He isn’t gentle, and I love it. He grabs me by the arms and turns me around so my back is to him. I obey. He kisses the back of my neck, sliding his hands around to my abdomen. He drags my dress up and slides his fingers down my panties and between my legs.

I can’t make any sound. I want to, but I can’t as my breath comes out in whisps. With his fingers still on my pussy, he pushes me forward with his body and I bend forward, catching myself with my hands on the wall. I’m not even bending properly yet when I feel him at my opening. He pushes me forward more as he gains more entrance. I move one leg aside to make more room for him as he pumps into me with his huge cock.

He’s coming, he’s grunting, but he stops and growls out of frustration.

He turns me around and walks me slowly backward toward the bed, holding eye contact. When we get there, he drops us to our knees and bends me over the edge of the bed, then starts to fuck me again. I lay flat on the bed and moan into the comforter. He pulls me up from behind by my hair, up enough to kiss me from the back as our bodies rock to the rhythm of his pounding.

“Haaa, fuck!” he yells, and releases my hair from his grasp. He leans forward, supported by his arms, plowing me forcefully into the bed. His strength is overpowering and overwhelming and he isn’t holding any of it back. His movements become jerky and more sporadic as he fucks me faster and comes powerfully into my wet pussy.

We're heaving hard, trying to catch our breath. We move farther up the bed, collapsing with him on his stomach with his face turned to me and me on my back with half of my body beneath his.

His warmth radiates through me. There's something about being with someone who makes you feel safe. It's something I couldn’t feel for a while after Jake did what he did. But I feel it with Connor. Not only is he comforting to be around, but I know he can and would protect me from harm. He looks like someone who'd break another man in two if they dared to harass me. I love that about him. I find it so hot. So attractive. It does things to me. I'm five-foot-eight, which is tall for a woman, but I'm small compared to him. When he wraps me up in his arms, I feel like nothing can touch me. I feel secure. I feel safe.

“You should use something,” he suggests.

“I’m on the pill. I have been since I was with Jake.”

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