by Claire Adams
Once the waiter took our empty entrée plates, I signaled him for the check.
“No dessert?” she asked, leaning against the table. Her breasts swelled over the tablecloth.
“We should get going,” I said, meeting her eyes. My eyes watered trying to keep them above her neck.
Kimberly talked the entire ride home. About herself, of course, and then when we got to her place, I idled the car in front of her building.
She turned and smoothed her hand over my thigh.
“You should come up,” she said, her eyes sparkling and her speech slurred. She’d drunk most of the wine at dinner.
“I need to get home and relieve Jess,” I said.
Kimberly waved her hand. “She’ll be okay. That’s her job.”
“Maybe another time,” I said, trying to let her down gently.
She pouted, and I unlocked the doors, giving her a hint.
“Fine,” she said, flipping from flirty to upset. “Your loss.” Then she got out and slammed my car door closed.
I sighed. Thank god that was over.
On the way home, I tried to think of positive things to say about Jess’s friend. Jess would inevitably ask me how the date went. And I didn’t want to burn any bridges.
When I got home, I went straight to the wine cellar. I wanted to relax with a night cap. I popped open the bottle and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet in case Jess wanted to stay for a little longer. I hoped she would stay.
Jess was in the kitchen, putting dishes in the dishwasher. She smiled at me then glanced at the clock at frowned.
“Date didn’t go so well?” she asked, disappointed.
“Let’s talk about it over a glass of wine,” I said, needing something to take the edge off.
Jess and I locked eyes. With a single glance, I knew she didn’t want to leave. And I didn’t want her to go either. “Sure.”
If it were warmer, I would have taken Jess out to the patio, but instead, we settled in on the couch. If this had been the end of our date, I would have made a fire in the fireplace, but this wasn’t a date. Why did I have to keep reminding myself of that?
Jess made me more comfortable than anyone had since Amelia. Spending time with Jess put my mind and body at ease.
I poured her a glass and handed it over.
She sat on the couch, facing me with her legs tucked under her. “So, what happened?”
“She’s a sweet girl,” I said. “Maybe I jumped into this too quickly.”
Jess shoved her hair out of her face as she came up from closing the dishwasher. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “You got me on a date. That was an accomplishment.”
“I wished you would have had a good time.”
“Me too,” I said.
“So, what can I do to make this terrible date up to you?”
“How about not setting me up again,” I said, sipping from my glass.
She tilted her head back and laughed. “Deal.”
“Do you have any embarrassing first date stories?” I asked. The tension in my shoulders from the date eased until I sunk into the couch.
“I have a few,” she said and took a long swallow of the wine. “This is really good.”
Jess went on about a few of her dates that she went on since she arrived in the States. At one point, we were both teary-eyed from laughing. Most of her first dates were a thousand times worse than the one I went on with Kimberly, which made me feel a little better about tonight.
I loved the carefree attitude that Jess exuded when talking about her previous dates. As they were embarrassing and pathetic at the time, she had brushed them off as life experiences. I loved the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Why couldn’t I have hung out here all night with her?
As I finished the last of my wine glass, I picked up the bottle and realized it was empty. How long had we sat there? I checked my watch. It was close to eleven.
I put down my glass and rubbed my temples. “I think I’m just too old to date.”
Jess laughed. “You’re not too old to date.”
I chuckled. “I know you’re not saying that because you have to.”
“No, I don’t,” she said. “You have a lot going for you.”
“Like what?”
Jess put down her glass and crossed her arms. “You’re kind and decent. And not just because you’re my boss. I see it with how you treat Gina. And being attractive helps.”
“You think I’m attractive?”
She rolled her eyes. “Out of all that, that’s what you focus on?”
“Of course,” I said with a smirk.
“You know you are. Don’t sell yourself short. There is someone out there for you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or the company but a mix of both. Something inside of me took over, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips against hers. Warmth flooded my body as I kissed her. The same feeling I got when I first met her came back. This was right. And I wanted more.
Chapter Twelve
Jess
Noah’s warm mouth on mine surprised me enough that I froze in place. Tasting the sweet wine on his lips made my head spin. Or maybe it had been the two glasses I’d had over the short time since he’d arrived home. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me. He opened his mouth, and his tongue rubbed against mine, tangling together in a sensual dance.
My wine glass toppled over and fell onto the carpeted floor. I jumped back away from him, reality slamming into me. The glass was empty and intact, but the action snapped me back to reality. Was my boss really kissing me? It surprised me that I wanted to kiss him more.
“Noah,” I said, reaching my fingers to my lips. His heat settled on my sensitive skin there.
“Jess,” he said, twining his fingers with mine. “You’re so amazing. I—” He shook his head and his eyebrows furrowed together as if he couldn’t find the words.
What could he have said though? There was an apparent attraction between us, stemming from the first day we met.
Instead of talking, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. He smiled and traced his fingertip across my forehead, brushing back my hair from my face. His touch left a trail of tingles across my skin.
Each time my mind told me to stop, I threw everything I had at the negative thoughts and melted back into the moment with Noah.
His first kiss was tentative, almost as if he’d done it by accident or instinct. But all signs of apprehension were gone now. His hands roamed my body, keeping to the more chaste zones while I yearned for his touch in other places.
And to show him that, I deepened the kiss and pressed against his chest. He broke the kiss and locked eyes with me as I lifted my leg and straddled his lap.
His erection pressed against me. I rubbed myself along it; each time I moved, his strangled moans filled my mouth. I smiled against his lips.
“Keep going,” he said.
With pleasure. Off my cue, he grabbed my butt and squeezed, guiding me where to rub against him.
My hands roamed his chest until I found the buttons of his shirt, popping each of them open as I moved lower. When his shirt fell open, I pressed my hands against his bare chest, feeling his rock hard pecs under my fingertips. Noah had the DILF thing going in all aspects of his life.
“We should go upstairs,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“Okay,” I said. Was I really doing this?
“If Gina wakes up…” he said.
“I get it,” I said. “Let’s go.”
He pulled me down to him to kiss me again, and I briefly wondered if he’d changed his mind about leaving. But the living room was a wide open space. I wasn’t sure how to explain any of this to Gina. I wasn’t sure how I would explain it to myself in the morning. Once again, I pushed those thoughts away.
Noah gently pushed me off him, and when I stepped onto the floor, the room tilted. The effects of the wine had disappeared; the dizzine
ss I felt was all about Noah.
He took my hand, and we raced off toward the stairs leading to the second floor. I was about to step onto the first step when Noah whirled me around and pressed me up against the wall. His lips crushed mine, and I held him against me. Within seconds, he released me.
“Sorry, I needed to taste you again,” he said.
I licked my lips, knowing how he felt.
We moved up the stairs and took a left down the hallway. It was a good thing Gina’s room was down the other end. It was bad enough that she might have seen us if she came downstairs for a glass of water. Catching us in Noah’s bedroom would have been worse. His bedroom was at the end of the hallway and tucked into the corner of the house. We’d have to be very loud for her to hear.
Noah brought me straight to his bed. He pulled off his shirt, and for a moment I got to drink him in. There were no lights on in the bedroom, but the light from the moon filtered through the window shades, illuminating the incredible body standing before me.
I lifted my shirt and tossed it onto the ground.
Noah’s eyes drunk me in and dampness spread down below. His penetrating gaze glued me to the floor. He reached for me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He held my face in his hands and tilted it to the side, trailing kisses from my jawline down my neck. I raked my fingers through his hair, silently begging him to keep going.
His hands moved down across my stomach and then around my waist. A quick pop against my back made me gasp. The tightness of my bra fell away from my body, and I dropped my arms to my sides to allow the thin fabric to fall to the floor.
Noah’s hands cupped my breasts, and my head fell back, drinking in the sensation of his hands on me. A satisfied moan escaped my lips.
“You’re so sexy, Jess,” Noah said, moving one of his hands away from my breasts and down to the waistband of my leggings. Without any buttons or zippers, Noah easily sneaked his hand inside of my pants.
I let out a surprised gasp as his fingers brushed against my clit.
“Shit,” I breathed.
He kissed my neck again. Between that and one of his thumbs rubbing over my nipple, my entire body went numb. His hand against me moved in slow, tantalizing circles against my most sensitive area.
“You like that?” Noah whispered into my ear.
“Yeah,” I moaned.
“I want you so bad, Jess,” he said.
I brought my lips to his and kissed him fiercely, conveying how badly I wanted him too. I reached down and unzipped his pants, shoving them down to the floor. I grabbed onto him and lightly gasped. He was as hard as a rock.
He moved both of his hands to my waist and broke the kiss. Before I could ask what he was doing, he was already kneeling in front of me, tugging my leggings down.
His mouth pressed against me and I bit down on my lip. After kissing me for a moment, he pulled down my panties. The air against my damp skin made me even more sensitive down there.
Noah stood up and appraised me. For some reason, I didn’t feel the need to hide anything. Any other time I had sex, I undressed under the covers or under the cover of darkness. But the lust in Noah’s eyes was more erotic than any foreplay.
He stepped out of his boxer briefs, and he pulled me against him. His erection pressed against my leg. He moved forward, backing me slowly until my legs bumped against the bed. I sat down, and he stood over me, a glorious sight if I ever saw one. Noah was the sexiest man who had ever seen me naked. And the one with the biggest heart.
I scooted back onto the bed as he reached down to the floor. I sat up, and he rustled around until his head popped up again.
He wore a sheepish grin and held up a foil wrapper.
“Was that in your wallet?” I asked, trying to hide my smile.
He chuckled. “No, I stashed these under the bed.”
I sat up, resting on my knees, spreading my legs open for him. His eyes widened, and a stirring fluttered around in my stomach.
For as little sex as Noah’d had over the past three years, he put the condom on faster than I’d ever seen. He jumped onto the bed and kissed me again. With nothing between us other than a thin latex barrier, there wasn’t much else to do other than getting started with what we both desperately wanted. I laid down, and he propped himself on top of me. I guided him between my legs and gasped when his tip touched me. I had to hold my breath to keep from coming at that moment. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“You okay?” he asked.
I smiled up at him and placed my hands on his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine. “I’m perfect.”
He slowly entered me, and a moan escaped my lips. His tongue silenced me as he started to thrust. I moved my hands to his back and traced his muscles with my fingers. His skin was hot under my touch, and I was glad I wasn’t the only one. My skin felt like it was on the verge of lighting on fire. Every part of me that Noah touched added to the licking flames inside of me.
When he was all the way in, he pushed a little harder, stretching me to my limits.
“Oh, God,” I said.
“You feel incredible,” he said.
“Ditto,” I said with a smile.
He started off slow, moving in and out, stroking me from the inside. But he quickly escalated. I wrapped my legs around his waist, opening myself up to him completely. The pressure inside of me built up quicker and quicker until I was on the precipice. My head fell back against the bed, and I closed my eyes, focusing my mind on the pleasure that radiated from deep inside of me.
“I want you to come for me, Jess.”
“Okay,” I said through one quick breath. Within a few more strokes, my entire body erupted, and I cried out as I reached the peak of my orgasm. He continued to thrust, harder now, bringing me through his own orgasm.
“Fuck!” he hissed as he came.
I wrapped myself tighter around him, giving him my entire body.
He fell against the bed, slipping out of me, leaving me exposed. I didn’t care. We laid there for a moment, and a goofy grin spread across my face.
I shivered, more about the release of pleasure than being cold. But Noah shoved the covers down from under us; then he spread them over me. He kissed my lips and laid his head down on one pillow.
I shivered again. With my mind completely clear, those thoughts rushed back to me. They were a habit, and I knew firsthand how hard habits were to break.
What had I done? I pulled the sheets up over my chest and turned to Noah. He stared at the ceiling, his chest quickly rising and falling. He knew I was looking at him, yet he couldn’t meet my eyes. He had thought the same thing.
I reached my hand up to cover my face. This was a mistake. I’d ruined my job with one stupid decision. And what about Gina? After sleeping with Noah, I knew everything would be so awkward from here on out.
“I think I should go,” I murmured and sat up, keeping my chest covered. My skin crawled with embarrassment. “I don’t want Gina to get hurt.”
“That’s a good idea,” he said, turning to face me.
His agreement made me feel worse. This time, I turned away.
He sat up. I quickly put my underwear and bra on before my sweater. It was long enough to cover my butt until I could locate my pants.
“Here,” Noah said, holding out my leggings. He must have tossed them onto the bed. My tunnel vision prevented me from noticing.
I took them and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. My face flushed beet red. I wished Noah would leave the room.
“Will I see you on Monday?” he asked.
My gaze lifted to his. That was a mistake. My body exploded with the same ripples of pleasure that I felt when he made me orgasm. I couldn’t be the one to quit. I loved Gina, and I would not run away from her. If he wanted me gone, then he’d have to fire me.
“I’ll see you Monday,” I said, hoping it wouldn’t be my last day.
He nodded, and with that, I shuffled out of the bedroom wi
th my tail between my legs and a sick feeling in my stomach.
Chapter Thirteen
Noah
The next morning, I woke up feeling the crisp sheets next to me. I rolled over and inhaled. Jess’s scent still lingered on the pillow from last night. A rush of the events leading up to and during our sexual encounter flooded my mind. God, she was fucking incredible. And a fantastic lover as well. More than I could have hoped. I had no idea that after the terrible date I had with Kimberly that I was going to come home to that. Even though I was the one to initiate our little encounter, she was ready and willing to oblige.
Though I could have done better with the awkwardness afterward. She clearly regretted being with me the moment after we came together. It hurt my pride that she felt that way. I wanted her to stay the night and wake up to her in the morning.
But she had been right. If Gina saw her in the morning, there would be a lot of questions. Coming from a three-year-old with hundreds of questions a day, there would be even more explaining to do. I had a strong feeling that Jess enjoyed our little nightcap and I wondered if it would be smart ever to do it again. I hadn’t thought practically the night before, and neither had she. But breaking the barrier between us, for some reason, made me like her even more. I wasn’t looking to have just a sexual relationship with my nanny. Jess was the one I wanted to go on dates with and come home with afterward, doing what we did over and over again. I rubbed the heels of my hands into my eyes. How had everything become so complicated in one night? We’d have to talk about it sometime. I didn’t want Jess ever to leave us, and I would do anything to keep her.
I debated calling her, but I didn’t know the etiquette in this situation. I supposed it would have been easier if she was a one night stand, but I would see her in the morning regardless. Maybe I could think of something by then.
“Why are you whistling, Daddy?” Gina asked as she came into the kitchen an hour later. I’d pulled out the ancient waffle maker earlier and finished up with my third one before she came downstairs for breakfast. I could have bought a new one, but this one was my grandmother’s, and it still worked well, creating the perfect tasting Belgian waffle every single time. For some reason, I felt nostalgic that morning, or I was incredibly hungry from the insane lovemaking last night. Either way, one or two waffles would hit the spot.