by Iona Rose
He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away. “Dinner is usually at six. We eat on the deck when it's warm like this. You can’t miss it. I mean, it’s just off the dining room.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll unpack and take a shower,” I said.
He blinked.
Ugh… too much info, I scolded myself.
Then he looked me over, one more time.
I couldn’t seem to help it as I pushed my chest out a little.
He seemed to have a hard time leaving.
It was mutual. I wanted him to stay a little longer. I wanted to feel his admiring glance on my body. His hungry gaze made me feel hot and sexy.
He shook his head slightly and walked away.
The door shut and with that, I made myself unpack my clothes and went to take a shower. I needed it.
Ella
A cooling breeze blew, as I stepped out onto the deck.
Luke and Molly sat side by side like strangers.
My heart-strings pulled. I still couldn’t wrap around my head the fact that Molly’s mom had left her. Who in their right mind would leave such a sweet girl? Her mother must have been a fool. I looked at the child. She had her father’s brown hair and his wonderful blue eyes. I wanted to wrap her in my arms.
Luke pushed his chair back and stood when he saw me. “There you are, we were about to send a search party, weren’t we, Molly?”
Molly did not respond. She merely glanced at me with an expressionless face.
Her staring made me wonder what she was thinking. “I got lost,” I said, desperate to coax a smile out of Molly. “I found myself in a maze.”
“There’s no maze in the house,” Molly said.
“The hallway then,” I said as I sat down in the chair Luke had pulled out for me. “This house is perfect for playing hide and seek. Would you like to do that tomorrow, Molly?”
“I don’t know how to play hide and seek,” she said.
My heart squeezed. How could a child of five not know how to play hide and seek? I smiled at her. “It’s not hard at all. I’ll show you.”
She nodded.
Molly had already stolen my heart. And one way or another, I would bring joy into her life. Also, she and her father were going to be dad and daughter again.
Seconds after I sat down, a uniformed chef brought steaming plates of food. My eyes almost popped out at the sight. I felt like I was in a five-star hotel. He proceeded to serve us daintily curved baked potatoes, with salmon, and a variety of buttered vegetables.
“Yum, yum, this is delicious. Thank you,” I said as I tucked into my food. I’d always had a healthy appetite and hence, all the extra curves. Stan used to say I was fat, but fuck him. I refuse to stop eating for any man.
“You’re welcome, Miss Cooper,” the chef replied with a polite smile.
“A person could get used to such luxurious treatment,” I said, returning the smile.
His eyes twinkled with pleasure as he left us to eat in peace.
Molly’s meal was different. Chicken nuggets, veggies, and some sauce. She seemed to enjoy her food too, and ate without a fuss. I wished she would talk though. I decided to let her be. Pushing her too hard too soon would be counterproductive. She would come out of her shell when she was ready.
Luke and I made light conversation at the table. I couldn’t concentrate and found myself watching the movement of his mouth as he ate. His mouth was made for kissing and something told me he would be good at it.
After dinner, Luke excused himself and went to the library.
Molly and I went to her playroom. I got her into the bath, then afterwards, sat with her and read her a storybook. Less than an hour later, her eyes were drooping. So, I took her to the library to say goodnight to Luke.
She kissed his cheek without showing any emotion then hand in hand, we left for her bedroom.
“Do you want me to carry you up the stairs?” I asked her.
Molly tucked her thumb into her mouth and nodded.
I scooped her warm body up and she buried her face into my neck. I held her little body tight and felt my chest tighten with emotion. I really didn’t get how a person could leave such a sweet child. As I climbed the stairs, I heard footsteps behind us.
“Do you want me to carry her?” Luke asked.
“No, I’m fine. She’s not heavy.”
Luke leaned on the doorway and watched as I tucked Molly into the bed.
I kissed her forehead and whispered goodnight.
She smiled sleepily.
Luke moved closer and did the same.
We both reached for the doorknob at the same time. Our hands touched. Electric current sizzled through me and went straight to my pussy. I really wanted this man. I ached for a touch. A lick. Anything.
“Would you like a drink downstairs?” Luke offered. “We ought to get to know each other a little bit."
“Yes, that would be nice.” I noticed he kept his distance. Clearly, he was one of those men who kept their emotions and behavior under control. The kind of man who thought everything over carefully before acting. You did not get to be as rich as he obviously was by acting impulsively.
We went down the stairs together and into a cozy living room, with comfortable couches and a fireplace.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked, over his shoulder.
“A glass of wine would be fine,” I said, while perching at the edge of the couch. I couldn’t even relax. My body was just too affected by Luke to enjoy the marvelous surroundings or the prospect of a relaxing drink.
Luke
I handed Ella her glass of wine while being careful that our hands wouldn’t touch. Then I sat down opposite her. A mistake. It felt like torture while staring at her creamy thighs and fighting the urge to run my hands up them.
Up to heaven…
“What were you doing before you decided to apply for a nanny job?” I asked before my thoughts ran away with me. She had the perfect hourglass figure. The kind men masturbated to.
“Well,” she said, then paused to take a dainty sip of her wine before continuing, “I sold real estate.”
I imagined Ella showing male clients a house… while they admired her gorgeous ass. Jealousy speared through me, and I shook the negative feeling away. How stupid could I be? Jealous, when she wasn’t even mine, it was disconcerting. I’d never reacted in such a possessive way with any woman. Especially not with one I hadn’t even slept with.
When I found my ex-wife, Penelope, with another man, it hadn’t been jealousy that I felt. All I felt was red hot anger at the disrespect she had shown by bringing a man to our home. Our daughter was sleeping in the same house. The sheer audacity of it had shaken me. She had cared so little about me that she had brought a man to our home.
I brought my mind back to the present. “Did you like it?”
She shrugged. “It was a job and it got the bills paid.”
I suspected taking the nanny job was a way of getting her bills paid, but I had no problems with that. I respected people who worked hard and shouldered their responsibilities. I thought of Penelope. She didn’t work and relied on the alimony checks I sent for her upkeep.
“What do you do?” Ella asked.
“I’m an architect,” I said.
Then she asked the next question and I answered it. And so it continued. Talking to Ella seemed to be so easy. She laughed easily and I found myself looking for more ways to make her laugh. She was good company and she made me realize how much I had missed adult company at home. Time flew by and before I realized, it was nearly midnight.
She stood up unsteadily. “Oops… I’m not used to drinking so much wine.”
“Fortunately, your bed’s not too far.”
She giggled. “Yes, it’s just up the stairs, second room on the right.”
I felt my cock stir at the thought of her in her bed. “Third room,” I corrected.
She giggled again. “Is the second room yours?”
My eyes w
idened. “Yes.” For a second, I stared at her. I felt the kind of hunger I hadn’t experienced for a very, very long time. Then I realized where I was. Who she was. And I swallowed hard. “Come. Let me take you upstairs.”
I kept some distance between us, as I escorted her up the stairs to her room.
Outside her bedroom door, she turned to me and stepped closer. Her chest lightly touched against my chest.
I stopped breathing.
“I just want to say thank you for giving me a job,” she said, her voice slurring slightly. “I promise to take care of Molly as if she was my own.”
“I know you will,” I said softly.
“I’ll get that little girl out of her shell if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Thank you,” I murmured.
At this, she impulsively threw her hands around my neck.
I understood it wasn’t meant to be sexual, but of their own accord, my hands went around her small, perfect waist. She hugged me tighter. Her nipples were hard bullets against my chest. I needed to break the hug before I lost my mind.
I pulled back.
Ella raised her gaze to mine. As soon as I stared into her green eyes, blazing with passion, I was lost. She brought her mouth to mine and our lips touched. She opened her mouth and invited my tongue in. I tasted her sweet flavor and forgot everything. All the promises not to touch her—everything.
Maybe I could have stopped… before my hands cupped her curvy bottom. Then the ache in my cock overrode my common sense.
I wanted everything she had to offer. She smelled of flowers and sunshine. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin. I wanted to claim every part of her. All those months of being without a woman roared to life.
I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I growled like a wild animal when her dripping wet pussy rubbed against my rock-hard cock.
“Mmmm,” Ella moaned.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and pulled me out of my trance.
An icy cold filled my stomach. With a jolt, I realized what I’d been doing. My hands were on the nanny’s ass and I was grinding into her pussy. Like a sick pervert. I went cold all over. Shame came over me.
She sensed a change and opened her eyes.
I carefully lowered her to the floor. I couldn’t meet her gaze. “I’m so sorry.”
She started to speak.
I raised a hand. “I promise it won’t happen again.” Then I turned abruptly and returned to the living room.
I couldn’t believe I’d allowed my carnal urges to take over. I’d taken advantage of a tipsy woman. Sweat gathered on my forehead. I’d have to look for another nanny. No way would Ella agree to continue working for me after this.
I fisted my hands and threw a punch in the air. How could I have messed up so badly? Losing control of my own body. That wasn’t me. Never in my whole life had I ever lost control.
Fuck!
Luke
As soon as I woke up, I remembered the firm flesh of her ass cheeks when I’d cupped them. Immediately, my already hard cock became painfully rigid. Not even the shame of what I had done could stop me from remembering.
The taste of her mouth had been exquisite. Like water to a man who’d been wandering in the desert for days. Without even seeing them, I knew without a doubt that she had big nipples. Nipples, I would have given my last cent to swirl around in my mouth and bite softly. I groaned with need.
I needed a shower really badly before going downstairs. In the bathroom, I tried to empty my thoughts of the visions of Ella, naked and on all fours sucking my cock. The image refused to go away. I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes as the water cascaded down my body from above.
Soap.
I poured a dollop of shower gel into the palm of my hand and gripped my cock again. I imagined Ella’s plump lips wrapped around my cock, my hand at the back of her head, keeping her in place. I rocked my hips as my hand worked my cock, stroking faster and faster.
I imagined Ella’s tongue teasing the tip of my cock and licking off the pre-cum. Her dazzling green eyes, looking up at me as she took all of my big cock into her mouth. Her whimpers as I pumped into her mouth.
Her voice, begging me to take her. To drive my big cock into her sweet tight pussy. Fuck. I pumped into my hand harder. I could feel a climax building up. Relief only a few seconds away.
Visions of Ella crying out as I drove my cock into her over and over again filled my head. I muffed the roar rising in my belly as cum burst from my dick, mingling with the water.
When it was over, humiliation washed over me. The last time I had jerked off over a woman had been when I was a kid. I had just now jerked off to fantasies of the nanny. It might be a good thing she was leaving. I’d allowed myself to get consumed with the thought of fucking her.
I finished showering and toweled off. The sooner I dealt with Ella the better. After dressing, I left my bedroom, feeling angry and disappointed with myself at the thought of losing her before she had even begun working for us. Molly would lose out on having a nanny who understood her for the first time and all because of my selfish behavior.
I’d made a huge mistake and I would be paying for it. I found Ella and Molly in the dining room, having breakfast and chatting. Or rather, Ella was doing the all talking and Molly was licking the jam off her toast.
Ella looked up when I walked in. Her face immediately flushed and her lips parted.
That was all it took for my cock to roar to life. Panic came over me. What am I going to do? I wanted this woman with an uncontrollable, yet primal need. I had become a fucking caveman. “Good morning,” I growled, angry with myself.
Ella smiled sweetly. Then her gaze dropped to the bulge in front of my pants before rising up to my face again. She knew how much I wanted her and she liked it.
I’d been sure she would be handing in her resignation, but it suddenly dawned on me she had no intention of leaving. Relief made my knees weak. I walked over to the coffee machine and flicked on the switch.
“Morning,” Ella said. “Molly and I are just about to finish our breakfast. We’re planning to go swimming later.”
Images of Ella in a wicked bikini‒that left nothing to the imagination‒filled my head. I imagined her curvy ass cheeks pushing out at the sides of a thong. My hands palming her ass and slightly spanking it, so it would shake and bounce.
“Can I get you something to eat?” Ella offered.
“Thanks, but no need. Chef will bring in my usual.” I turned to Molly.
She wore her usual leave-me-alone expression. The one that made me want to wrap her in my arms and protect her from the world. “Would you like to swim, Molly?”
She turned to me with her sad eyes and nodded solemnly.
“Okay, we’re done here,” Ella announced and got to her feet.
Molly stood up too.
I kissed her cheek before they left the dining room. When they were gone, I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. After my breakfast was brought, I wolfed it down, and retreated to the library to work. I needed something to get my mind off Ella’s hot body.
But no—I had lost control of my thoughts. I stared at my laptop unseeing. I forced myself to recall my ex-wife’s betrayal. The image of the man fucking her hard was fading. In her place, I saw Ella.
And the man pumping into her was me.
Ella
Molly’s sweet laugh danced around me. It was obvious she loved swimming. It seemed to be the only place where she truly became a child. At first, she’d been her usual reserved self, but when she realized there were no rules and we could just have fun, she had relaxed. She had already learned how to swim like a champion at five years old and it made me wonder what kind of education and training she’d had.
She swam after the colored ball we were playing with and when she got it, she turned and threw it to me.
I saw it coming straight for me. I could have ducked, but I didn't. Instead, I let it hit me smack
on the head, and gasped out with a mock sound of surprise.
At first, Molly looked frightened, but when she saw me burst out laughing, she started laughing too.
A deep chuckle sounded. I turned to look and saw Luke standing by the pool watching us. My insides trembled. I’d never wanted a man as much as I wanted Luke Meyers.
I wanted, no—I needed to feel him inside me. I didn’t even care if he was my boss. As long as I kept my emotions out of it, I should be okay. Sex without feelings. Women all over the world did it all the time. Why not me?
Boss and employee with benefits.
“Hi ladies, I’m the one who’s been sent to spoil the fun. The chef said that Molly’s snack is ready.”
“That’s fine. We’ve swum enough, haven’t we Molly?”
Molly swam to the edge of the pool where Luke lifted her up and wrapped her in a towel. She padded into the house without looking back.
My breathing came out in gasps. Would Luke follow his daughter, or would he stand there until I came out. I slicked water out of my hair as I waded through the shallow end towards the edge.
Luke watched me with hooded eyes.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking as I grabbed the ladder and started to pull myself out. Water ran down my body. I knew I looked good in the leopard print bikini I wore. I’d had Luke in mind when I put it on earlier today. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d hoped he would come out to the pool at some point.
Luke stepped forward and offered his hand, which I quickly took. He pulled me effortlessly upwards and onto stable ground, but my knees wobbled and don’t ask me how, but I tripped on my own legs. I definitely didn’t do it on purpose. I wanted to look sexy and glamorous, not like some clumsy creature, flailing like a fool at the edge of the pool.
But the effect of me tripping was a nice surprise. Strong hands immediately went around me. When I steadied myself, I was wrapped inside Luke’s warm embrace and my wet breasts were squeezed against his hard chest. Electricity zapped between us. I suppressed a shiver as Luke’s ocean blue eyes bore into me.