by Iona Rose
Nothing looked out of place. In the few days I had been here, one thing that struck me was how little time Luke and Molly actually spent together. I might not be an expert on kids, but I did know one needed to spend time with them.
I remember how neglected my sister and I felt while our mom was at work all day and evening. As a single mom, she sometimes worked two jobs to make ends meet. I pushed away memories from my past. Luke had no excuse. He was home a lot, but he never actually spent time with Molly. It almost seemed like he was afraid of her.
I didn’t understand him. Last night and then this morning made it worse. He seemed to act like two different people. I sighed as I recalled his tenderness. The perfect lover, more concerned about my pleasure than his. Then this morning, he’d been a complete jerk. But then again, what was I expecting? We had daytime roles to play. I was the nanny and he was daddy. He couldn’t be obvious about fucking the nanny.
“Miss Cooper?” a small voice said.
I turned and smiled at the sight of Molly standing in the doorway, her long black hair mussed up and her eyes still heavy with sleep.
“Ella,” I reminded her. “Call me, Ella.”
“Okay. Good morning, Ella.”
“Good morning to you. Come here sweetheart.” I dropped to my knees and opened my arms.
For just one second, she hesitated, then she came straight into my arms and rested her head on my chest.
“Did you sleep well?”
She nodded.
“Good. Let’s go get some breakfast for you, and afterwards we can come here and paint. Did I tell you that I’m good at drawing?”
She raised her head and stared at me. “Can you draw a cat?”
I nodded.
“Can you draw me?”
I grinned. “Bet, I can. Drawing you is easy because you’re so pretty.”
She smiled.
“Now, shouldn’t we go brush all these small teeth of yours?”
She giggled prettily.
I took her by the hand and hung around while she got ready. She was a neat little thing. She even folded her nightgown. Afterwards, we went downstairs for breakfast.
It was already hot outside when we went to sit on the outside tables.
“It’s Daddy!” Molly said pointing at the pool.
I swallowed to clear my rapidly closing throat. Sure enough, cutting across the water in strong sure strokes was Daddy. “Mmm… yes,” I said. “I’ll go get your breakfast.” I noticed how my breath was coming out in gasps. My brain filled with his hot kisses and his delicious body while my thighs tingled at the memory.
In the kitchen, I deliberately waited around as Paul prepared Molly’s breakfast with the hope that by the time I returned, Luke would have left.
No such luck. He was coming out of the pool as I stepped out. I faltered in my steps as I took in his body in his swimming trunks.
His hair clung to his scalp and drops of water trickled down along his very muscled chest. I longed to lick that chest. I didn’t care about being mad at him for not showing even a tiny bit of caring towards me. If he kissed me, I’d respond, and resume my anger afterwards.
He kissed Molly’s forehead sweetly and teased her about being a sleepy head. “Hey you,” he said to me.
I gave a stiff nod in reply and kept my eyes off his body, afraid I would embarrass myself by doing something stupid. Like running my fingers over those rock-hard abs and maybe lean in for a kiss. I reminded myself about being angry with him. Yes, we had jobs to do, but a little wink or secret smile wouldn’t have been amiss.
“Are you angry at me?”
I glanced at Molly to see if she was listening.
She wasn’t. She was wolfing down her breakfast.
I looked at him and met his steady gaze. My pulse quickened in response. “Why would I be angry that this morning you pretended that nothing happened last night?”
He frowned. “Can we talk later?”
I nodded nonchalantly. “Sure.”
“Right. I’ll see you in my study after you put Molly to bed.”
Luke
I paced the width of the library and practiced what I wanted to say to Ella. There was no good way to say it, except to say it. I could not offer her what she wanted. I wasn’t relationship or boyfriend material. I owed her an explanation.
I remembered the hurt look on her pretty face. I had caused it and I never wanted to hurt her. She was sweet and beautiful. She deserved a man who could give her his heart. That man would not be me.
I was done with women. The only female who had my heart was my Molly.
No matter how sexy she was—and Ella was easily the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on—I didn’t want to go there. Penelope had been enough. I didn’t need another lesson in betrayal.
Soft footsteps sounded on the hallway before Ella knocked softly on the door.
I pulled the door open and stood aside to let her pass. Her sweet scent teased my nostrils as she glided past. I admired her gorgeous legs. Ella dressed almost exclusively in short dresses and I loved her in short dresses. The shorter the better.
I yanked my eyes away. It did feel shocking how proprietary my thoughts were towards her. She did not belong to me. I reminded myself of this fact as I shut the door.
She turned to face me and crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up. She jutted out her chin and waited for me to speak. She looked so sexy with her flame-red hair flowing to her shoulders and her green eyes blazing with an emotion I could not identify.
“You wanted to talk, I’m here,” she said.
I couldn’t stop staring at her lips. What I wanted to do was kiss that pouting mouth senseless, not talk. But that would be a stupid thing to do. I needed to set the record straight. “I want to kiss you and suck on your lips,” I blurted out.
Her eyes widened. “Then, why don’t you?”
I closed the distance between us and pulled her into my arms. I groaned with the pleasure of molding her soft body into mine. Logic said this was wrong. Reason said it was idiotic, complicated, stupid. Our bodies though, told a different story. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
Her mouth, sweet and yielding, parted for me. I tilted my head and assaulted her mouth with mine. I sucked on her lower lip and her tongue. Like a drowning man, I grabbed her ass and pulled her hard against me. “Can you feel how hard my cock is for you?” I growled.
This woman was driving me insane. How could it be that I had intended to explain to her why we couldn’t be together and then she ended up in my arms?
Ella broke the kiss, but did not move away.
The hardness of my cock pressed into her stomach.
“I don’t play games, Luke. I don’t like them and I’m not good at them.” She kept her hands wrapped around my neck.
Her nipples pressed against my chest. My hands were on her soft curvy hips. A caress away from her sweet pussy. Did I really want to end it?
“Luke?” she said.
I cleared my throat. Through the thick fog of desire, my brain tried to list for me all the reasons why Ella and I could not be together.
She was my employee.
I had nothing to offer her.
Women were disloyal. Once she tired of me, she would find another willing replacement, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my heart. This reminder broke through my desire. “Look Ella, I like you very much, but I can’t do relationships. I’m not ready and I doubt I ever will be.”
She burst out laughing as she dropped her hands from my neck.
I wasn’t ready to let go of her. I kept my hands firmly on her hips and glued to my erection. Her reaction puzzled me and if I were honest, unnerved me. “What’s so funny?”
“I shouldn’t laugh,” she said. “But where did you get this idea that I want a happily ever after with you?”
“You don’t?”
“No, I don’t. Like you, I’m not ready and I doubt I ever will be,” she said, her tone sure.
She held my gaze. “We’re adults, you and I. We enjoy pleasuring each other, so why not continue? No feelings involved. A physical, undemanding relationship.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! Could I be this lucky that Ella wanted the same thing I did? Uncomplicated sex.
“We could be friends too,” she said. “Nothing wrong with that.”
I frowned. “You sound pretty experienced in this.” The thought of Ella with another man made me want to break something.
She laughed. “Let’s just say, I’ve had a relationship that has put me off of ever having another one.”
For the first time in my life, I wanted to pry into a woman’s private life and ask a lot of questions, but I didn’t. She had laid down the rules and I should be happy. Very happy and it was exactly what I wanted too. I didn’t question the odd feeling of unease in my gut. “In that case, we need to celebrate. What would you like to do? A glass of wine and—”
“Dance!” Ella shouted. “I’d love to dance.”
I grinned at her infectious energy. “Dancing it is.”
We left the library hand in hand, and I felt like I was walking on air. Ella had agreed to be my lover. My undemanding lover. This was what they called a win, win situation. Everyone’s happy. She, me, my cock…
In the living room, I left her to select the music and went to the fridge bar to fish out a bottle of champagne, which I carried back to the living room together with two flutes. I slowed my steps as Ella came into view.
Her eyes were closed as she swayed to the music.
I locked the double doors, placed the champagne and glasses on the table, then went to her. “May I have this dance?” I asked.
Her eyes popped open and she laughingly came into my arms.
How could it be that she felt so perfect in my arms when I had barely known her for a week? When we were together, sparks flew. The song probably wasn’t for dancing as closely as we were, but I didn’t care. The music could have been screaming hard metal and I would still keep Ella in my arms. I lifted her hair from her neck and kissed her soft skin.
Her hands caressed my shoulders. She turned her face, seeking my mouth. “Kiss me, you sexy man!”
This time, our kiss was unhurried. A leisurely joining of mouths and tongues. Ella raked her fingers through my hair. I caressed her ass and snaked my way under her dress to feel her naked skin. My hands roamed the curves of her hips as our kiss deepened. So soft. So sweet. Her thong barely covered her ass. Unable to resist, I cupped her soft ass cheeks and gloried at her near nakedness. My hands roamed over her ass and back.
In one movement, I pushed her dress up and over her head. “The less clothes you have the better,” I said to her as I took her back into my arms.
Her hand went to my crotch and fumbled with my zipper.
At the promise of her hand wrapping around my cock, it twitched and throbbed. I opened the zipper for her and pulled out my cock.
“I want to taste your cock,” Ella said and without waiting for my response, she dropped to her knees.
I hissed when her hand wrapped the base of my cock and her tongue tentatively flicked over the head. I closed my eyes as all sorts of wicked sensations came over me. Holding my balls in one hand, she licked the length of my cock. I rocked my hips to the beat of her strokes.
I made a strangled noise when she took my cock fully into her mouth. “Yes. Suck my cock.”
Except she took in only the head when I knew she could deep throat. I rocked my hips to make her take more of my cock into her mouth and throat, but she deliberately pulled back. I groaned in frustration.
She licked the tip, making sweet noises as if my precum tasted delicious. “I love your beautiful big cock,” she said.
“Then suck it properly,” I growled.
“Be patient, cowboy,” she said and continued to give me slow agonizing licks.
Her sweet tongue made me want to grab her head and fuck her mouth.
Her hand caressed my inner thigh as her mouth worked my cock and her other hand worked my balls. She finally took me in, a little at a time. Expertly, she swirled her tongue around my sensitive head.
Then when I was almost screaming with frustration she sucked me in slowly, swallowing more and more of it. It was wonderful to watch my cock disappear into her beautiful face. Then she began to suck me so hard her cheeks hollowed out as she bobbed her head. I groaned with pleasure as she increased her speed. I rocked my hips faster and faster. I came hard, my hot seed spurting into her mouth and throat. I watched the muscles of her throat as she swallowed it all.
I gently pried my cock from her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
“Why did you do that so quickly?” she asked in an exaggerated pout.
I laughed. I had never met a woman who loved cock so unashamedly like Ella did. “Because we’re supposed to be dancing and drinking wine.” I tucked my cock back into my trousers and pulled up the zipper.
“Should I dress?” she asked uncertainly.
“No, you look beautiful. In fact…” I released the clasp of her bra and out tumbled her beautiful breasts, her nipples already erect. I resisted the urge to take them into my mouth.
My hands rested on the swell of her ass cheeks and hers around my neck. I’d found something wickedly delicious while dancing with a near naked woman while I remained fully dressed.
“You’ve changed me forever,” Ella said. “From now on, I’ll be expecting to strip off down to my panties for a dance.”
I laughed. “It’ll take a lot of sacrifice, but I think I can manage that.”
Now, since I was temporarily sated, we moved quietly. I could hear her heart and a realization hit me. Ella was peaceful. She made me relax just by being in her presence. The song we were dancing to came to an end.
“A glass of champagne?” I offered.
She threw her head back and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. “What are we celebrating?
“Our arrangement,” I replied as I filled our flutes while keeping my gaze on her. She looked unbelievably hot in a black thong. I handed her a glass.
“To us,” she whispered.
“To us,” I echoed.
She took a sip while staring at me.
I took a sip of mine and placed the glass back on the table. “I can’t fucking keep away from you,” I said to her as I closed the distance between us and cupped her heavy tits.
“That’s okay. I don’t want you to keep away,” she murmured.
I flicked her big nipples as she closed her eyes and moaned softly. I leaned forward and licked her cleavage, running my tongue down as far as it could go.
My cock throbbed painfully. Knowing Ella, I knew her pussy was already dripping and I was dying to lick it up. I took her glass, placed it on the table, and moved her to the side of the couch. Then I turned her around and made her bend down from the waist. Obediently, she placed her hands on the arm rest of the chair and wriggled her hips for me.
I loved Ella’s ass. So round, fleshy and curvy. “I love your body, sweet Ella,” I said and kneaded her ass cheeks.
When she wasn’t expecting it, I slapped her ass.
She jumped and grunted.
I watched my handprint turn red on her gorgeous ass.
She turned her head, looked me in the eye, and said, “That all you got, cowboy?”
I spanked her until my hand was stinging, her ass was red all over, and her juices were pouring down her legs.
“Fuck me, cowboy,” Ella said and swayed her reddened ass enticingly.
I opened my zipper and fished out my rock-hard cock. I sheathed it swiftly, then placing my hands on Ella’s inner thighs, I spread them apart.
“Fill me up with your big cock. Fuck my tight pussy,” Ella pleaded throatily.
A primal feeling came over me. I gripped my cock and plunged it into her saturated warmth. Her pussy engulfed my cock and squeezed it. Balls deep, I gripped her hips and be
gan thrusting in and out.
Ella arched her back pulling my cock in deeper. “Fuck, yeah,” she moaned. Her hand dipped between her legs. She was touching herself.
Hot as hell. “Tell me what you’re doing?” I asked.
“Touching my clit. Teasing it,” she moaned. “Pretending it’s your big hand.”
“Fuck, Ella,” I said. “I want to see that later. I want to see you playing with yourself.”
“I’m going to come,” Ella yelled suddenly.
My own climax was rapidly building up. “Come hard for me, sweet Ella,” I growled, pumping harder.
She screamed my name as her orgasm ripped through her. Just knowing I was responsible for the pleasure Ella was experiencing was enough to make my own load spurt from my cock.
Ella
I felt like I’d been in a fuck fest the last couple of days. Luke and I fucked whenever and wherever we could. Two starving people with insatiable appetites for sex had been brought together. Luke never ever had enough of me and I of him. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much more we would have fucked if not for Molly.
Sometimes, I thought we’d make a great couple and then I would remind myself of the danger of such thoughts. I’d taken to waking up a little earlier to take a shower before Molly woke up and we would start our day together. Luke and I slept together, but he always went to his bed usually just before dawn.
It did seem to be the best idea, I thought as I threw the covers away. It would have been nice to wake up to his hot male body but I understood his need to leave. We had to maintain some sort of distance between us. We couldn’t afford to get too close.
As I headed to the shower, I planned the day for Molly and me. On Fridays, Luke usually went to his offices, so we’d be alone all day. We could go to the park, I mused. Paul, the chef, had told me about a park close to the house.
Molly would enjoy leaving the house and seeing other children. I quickly showered and returned to my bedroom. I was about to drop the towel and apply lotion on my skin when a slight knock came on the door
The door swung open and Luke walked in.
My eyes widened at the sexy vision he made. He looked so hot in an expensive looking grey suit. His eyes roamed over me as if seeing my nakedness for the first time. I loved how he openly loved my body.