Page 56 of Nanny for the Damaged Ex-SEAL

And that's why they’ll never know. Never.

On Saturday evening, we load ourselves into the car, dressed for the occasion. Amy’s birthday party. Ethan in a green shirt with a floral pattern and black shorts, Connor looking hot in a blue jeans and a cream colored t-shirt that shows off his tattoos. I'm in the gold dress I told Bria about.

Since the moment Connor saw me in the dress, he's been chasing me. Grabbing my ass, running his hands over my boobs, winking at me, and blowing me kisses. He suggested a quickie, but we were running late already. So, we agreed to leave it until we get back.

When we arrive at Dad and Amy's place, it’s a full house already. Bria gets the door; she has on a jumpsuit. The one she couldn't show me like she’d promised the day I went for lunch at her place because she'd found out about Connor and me.

"Oooh, looking sharp, guys!" she remarks.

"You look amazing yourself, Bria," Connor says.

"Yes, you look beautiful, like Aria," Ethan adds.

She takes Ethan by the hand as we walk down the hallway. "Amy is in the kitchen. Dad is out back with his old friends, bantering."

I laugh as Connor and I go to the kitchen and Ethan and Bria go to the backyard.

"Hey you two. Where's Ethan? He isn't missing my birthday, is he?" Amy accosts us.

Connor points his thumb toward the back door. "He's out back with Bria."

"Oh, okay." She turns to the caterer. "Make sure everyone has those.” She points to the fish fingers. "They're incredible."

She picks up one and points it toward Connor, who refuses it. She points it at me and I take it.

"You look so good, " she says, eyeing me up and down.

"You look amazing," I say candidly. Her hair is held up and her makeup is professionally done.

Amy and the caterer leave the kitchen, leaving just Connor and me. He moves toward me.

"See what I said. You look exceptionally hot." He slides his hand to my butt and squeezes. "Your ass in this dress is a wonder. Shit."

I pull away and laugh. "Someone might see us."

He groans and rolls his eyes. I slip out of the kitchen before he can catch me.

Bria is feeding Ethan when I walk out to the back patio. I go to meet Dad and his friends. We greet each other, then I head over to Bria and Ethan.

I notice Connor staring at me from a corner. He's drinking a beer. His eyes are dark, watching me like a predator watches its prey. I want to stick my tongue out at him, but I can't, someone might see.

He nods his head toward the house. I shake my head lightly to say no and avert my eyes. When I raise them again, he's still staring at me. He holds his beer lower and crosses one leg over the other, I assume trying to hide the bulge in his jeans that’s becoming apparent. A rush of warmth floods between my thighs.

He nods toward the house again, then turns and goes in. I hesitate for a minute.

"I'll be right back," I tell Bria and Ethan, and walk as casually as possible into the house.

Connor is standing in front of the main bathroom, his left hand on the doorknob, his right still holding the can of beer. He opens the door and disappears. I glance around to make sure no one is looking, then follow. He pulls me with one hand and drops his can of beer into the sink. His lips press passionately against mine as his hands encircle my waist.

"We have to be quick,” I whisper. “Someone might need to use the restroom."

He nods without saying anything. He moves me toward the sink and I sit on its edge. He pulls his zipper down and brings out his erect cock. I pull up my dress and put one leg up. He pushes my panties aside and sticks his dick into my already wet pussy and starts to move in and out. I hold on to his butt as his hands firmly grip my hips.

He’s drilling me, my eyes are closed, my head back, and I'm moaning softly, breathily.

Within a minute he’s coming, plowing into me mercilessly while grunting into my ear, when I open my eyes to the sight of Amy standing in the open doorway with her eyes wide, as if they've just been blown open and can’t be shut. I gasp and Connor quickens his movement, slamming into me hard. I gasp again and try to pull away from him, but he misreads my attempt as pleasure, so he plows on.

Amy finds her voice. "What the hell!"

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