Page 49 of Nanny for the Damaged Ex-SEAL

I sigh. "Alright, but just this once."

I like that he’s trying to treat us to a nice time, but I think the money can be better spent somewhere else. He splurges sometimes, and it worries me because I know he needs all that money to take care of Ethan. But he always tells me not to worry. I know he goes out for business sometimes, but he's always offhanded about it. He never goes into detail about what type of business he’s into, and I never press.

We walk into the most beautiful space I have ever seen. The ceilings are exceptionally high and the walls are painted a dark blue. A variety of what I assume is local artwork hangs along the walls. The tables are gold while the chairs are white. The marble floor squeaks under our feet as we make our way to our table.

"This place is like a mansion," Ethan remarks.

The hostess draws out his chair for him and secures a booster seat onto it. He thuds into it and places his hands on the table, looking a bit like he’s ready to do business. Connor takes off Ethan's suit jacket and puts it on the back of the chair. When Ethan is seated comfortably, Connor shifts the chair closer to the table and draws out my chair for me before taking off his own jacket, leaving just his crisp white shirt that highlights his toned, muscular arms.

"It's warm in here," he says, taking his seat.

When the waiter comes, we place our orders. Coconut curried shrimp, seafood tagine, miso-glazed black cod in coconut broth.

Ethan doesn't waste time. He's concentrating hard on his food.

Connor skids his hand to the side and covers my hand with his. "You look so hot tonight."

"Yes, the food is hot," Ethan says, and blows into his food.

I look over at Connor. There's something about him tonight. Something different. It's the suit. I never knew I was so attracted to a man in a suit. But I know it's not just about the suit. It's about the man in it. Connor makes it look so good. His hair is slicked to the back, like they do in the old movies. I raise my hand to his face and smooth back a strand of gray hair that’s falling to the side.

We eat in silence for a few moments, then I feel Connor’s leg rub against mine. I smile and reciprocate.

He leans sideways and whispers in my ear. "I can't wait to get back home. I’m going to take you."

And that's exactly what he does.

He's waiting for me in the hallway when I come out of Ethan's room. He's changed into a pair of athletic shorts and a black undershirt.

"Let me change out of this. I'll come meet you."

He doesn't leave. "No, I want to peel it off you. Come," he commands.

It's his voice. It's the authority in it that sends a chill down my spine, down to my pussy. My pussy squeezes in response and I take his outstretched hand. He pulls me into him and slides one of his thick hands down to my ass, squeezing it.

"You have no business looking so damn delicious," he says in a low, gruff voice.

He kisses my face, my neck, my chin. Then cups a breast with his big palm. He pushes the door open. We move in, then he shuts it with his leg and pins me against it. He loosens my hair from the clip holding it up and lets the clip fall to the floor. He smashes his lips against mine. I can taste the wine on them. He kisses me like it's our first time. I sigh into his mouth. There's always something new, every time he touches me. It's always something exciting. It never gets old or boring.

He puts his hand on the sleeve of my dress and pulls it down on the right shoulder, then on the left, and the dress slips down to the floor. He puts his tongue to my left nipple while he shuffles his shorts down. Then he lifts one of my legs up and guides his way into me. I hold on to his shoulders for balance as he plows into me. I moan loudly as my back smashes against the door. He fucks me harder and harder, groaning into my ear. I put both hands to his hair and pull hard on it as the pleasure courses through me. Then he comes hard inside of me.

He's still hard as a rock.

He steps back and pulls me away from the door. We engage in a passionate kiss as we move toward the bed. But when we get to the bed, he doesn't push me onto it. He makes me sit on it as he tears off his shirt and steps out of his shorts completely.

He comes closer. He doesn't have to tell me or guide me. I know what he wants. I move my head closer to his waist, his erection right in my face. I run two fingers over it and walk them over to the base, then I curl them together with the rest of my palm over his cock. I move my palm from the base to the tip and put my tongue to it. I swirl it over the wetness, then take it slowly into my mouth.

I tighten my mouth against his hardness as I pull back out. He throws his head back and groans loudly. I don't stop, I keep going up and down, slurping at his dick, which is getting harder and harder. He stops me, then pushes me against the bed, but he doesn't climb after me. Instead, he pulls me to the edge of the bed until my butt is completely off it. My waist is resting on the edge. He kneels on the floor and guides his dick into me, then raises one of my legs up as he goes deeper. My pussy squishes as he drives deeper and deeper. His hand is around my neck, holding me down. I put both of my hands on his arm and hold on to it as he fucks me senseless.

He's looking down at me, his eyes dark and sexy. He shudders as he tries to hold back his climax.

I reach my hands down between my legs and feel him sliding in and out, then I put my fingers to my clit. I moan loudly. It feels so damn good, the way this man fucks me. I’m completely gone. My moans turn into screams as my climax tears through my entire body.

He watches me come hard all over his dick, then gives in and shoots his load inside of me again and falls onto my body.

"Coming," I say as I rush to the door. I know who it is. It's Bria.

When she steps in, she takes a look around. "Now, I see why you’re so happily holed up in here that you refuse to come see your sister."

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