Hosed: A Single Dad and Virgin Romantic Comedy

by Ruby Steele

I lift a brow. "Just good?"

  She shakes her head. "More than good."

  Apparently she needs a little encouragement. "Let me help you out a little. Tell me how your body feels now."

  I reach up and cup the underside of one round, firm tit in my palm, watching her face for every nuance, gaging her response. She swallows and bites her lip.

  I grin wickedly as I brush the pad of my thumb across her tightened nipple, loving how her breath rushes out all at once, her eyelids fluttering.

  Then I stroke back and forth, slowly, teasingly, tortuously. When I roll the bud between my thumb and forefinger, applying light pressure, a needy moan escapes her lips.

  I was lying to myself if I thought I had any restraint when it comes to her. I can't wait another minute. I want—no need—to devour every inch of her.

  "That's what I wanted to hear," I murmur before I swallow her moans, covering her mouth with my own.

  9

  Morgan

  My body is on fire. I've never felt anything like this in my life. It's so erotic that I think I might be able to come just from his hands on my breasts.

  I hear a moan, full of need and lust, and realize it's my own. Before I have a chance to be embarrassed, Leo crushes his mouth to mine. I open for him instinctively, and his tongue sweeps over mine, probing, exploring. He tastes like the wine we're drinking, and all I can think is more.

  I kiss him back greedily, loving the way his lips feel as the capture mine, sucking and biting, then demanding more. Our tongues collide over and over, and the next thing I know, my hands have found their way up and around him, my fingers twining in his hair, pulling him harder against me.

  I fall back against the couch, and then he's on top of me, the weight of him crushing me into the cushions in a way that feels oh-so-good. His hard cock presses against my thigh, and in that moment, I don't care that I'm supposed to be professional or that he's my employer. I don't care that I don't even really know this man at all. All I care about is getting closer to him, easing the intense pressure between my legs that threatens to overwhelm me.

  "Leo," I moan. "Please."

  He growls against my lips, nipping at me in a way that I think should hurt, but only causes my sense of euphoria to heighten.

  "What do you want, baby? Tell me how you feel. Tell me what you want me to do."

  Somewhere in my fuzzy mind I recognize that he likes to hear me say what I want, maybe even wants me to beg for it. And I'm so hungry for more right now that I can't even feel ashamed that I do just that.

  "Touch me."

  A rumbling laugh causes another wave of heat to pulse in my core, causing a yearning pull in my pussy.

  "Where do you want me to touch you?" He lifts away from just enough to find the hem of my top with his hands, his fingers tracing light circles on my stomach. "Here?"

  I nod, and his hands proceed higher, his touch feather-light, stopping just below the swell of my breast.

  "Here?"

  The tease in his voice only torments me, and I arch up into him, needing to feel his touch right the fuck now.

  But he pulls back, lifting off of me and withdrawing his hand from my shirt, and I whimper. Part of me is appalled at how shameless I am, but the part of me that wants him overrides it.

  "Leo..." I open my eyes, then bite my lip at what I see. He's pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, and just the sight of his chiseled abs and chest has my panties soaked even more than they already were. I reach for my own shirt, but his eyes flash, and his hands dart out to grip my wrists, pinning them above my head.

  "I'll do that," he growls. "But only if you ask nicely."

  "Please," I say, no longer caring that I'm begging. Now knowing that he's not going to give me what I want unless I do. "I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want your hands and your mouth on me."

  His eyes go dark, and then next thing I know he's yanking me up, tugging my shirt off, then pinning me back to the couch, his hips wedged between my thighs, the hard bulge of his cock straining against the layers of our clothing.

  My hips seem to have a mind of their own, because they move instinctively against him as if they've done this a hundred times before. Not as if this is the closest I've ever come to a man's cock near my pussy. I tilt up into him, my body seeking release.

  Leo keeps his grip on my wrists with one hand, then drags his other, somehow both roughly and slowly, down my neck. Over my shoulder. Between my breasts and down my stomach until it comes to rest on my hip, pinning me in place there too. He thrusts his hips forward to meet mine, the friction causing my eyes to flutter closed.

  "Open your eyes," he demands. I do. He's transformed from the teasing, playful man I've only seen so far into something raw, wild, carnal.

  This is so far from anything I've ever experienced that I don't even know what to think. The only thing I know is that I like it. He thrusts against me again, slowly, tormenting me with a release that's just out of my reach. When he lowers his mouth to my breast, capturing my nipple in his teeth and tugging, I feel an answering pull in my core, my pussy convulsing. I cry out, and he responds by lapping at my sensitive peak with his tongue.

  "Yes, Leo. More. Please. Make me come."

  He groans and continues to alternate between biting and licking, all the while grinding against me. I feel an orgasm building, delicious, tingling pressure sending me higher and higher, and it's like none I've ever had when it finally crashes over me. I scream his name as I come, the violent contractions causing my entire body to shake, and I barely notice when he clamps a hand over my mouth. I can't even think. Only feel.

  When it subsides, the aftershocks still coursing through me, I look at Leo with wide eyes, embarrassment hitting me for the first time.

  Holy shit. Did I really just do that with him?

  He releases his hold on my wrists, and my hands immediately fly to my face to cover it.

  "Morgan?"

  Leo tries to pull my hands away, but I resist. Not relinquishing his position from between my legs, he props himself up and presses a soft kiss to my stomach. I peek at him from between my fingers and see a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face.

  "Did that feel good?" he whispers, reaching for my hands again.

  I don't want to look at him. What must he think of me? I just begged him to touch me all over, then dry humped him until I came. He's probably going to fire me. Why would he want someone that would do this with a virtual stranger watching his daughter? He must think I have no shame.

  "Morgan," he says again, a bit more firmly, as he pries my hands from my face. I try not to look at him, but I can't help it. He takes my hand and softly kisses the underside of my wrist, then arches an eyebrow. "You okay?"

  I nod mutely. I'm way more than okay. My mind is effectively blown. But I don't know what to say.

  "Did you like that?"

  I nod again, and he grins. "Good. Because I think we've just discovered my new favorite job perk." He sits up and winks. "But you're a loud one. You're going to have to learn to be a lot quieter if you don't want Adley to know I'm fucking the nanny."

  My mouth drops open, and he laughs as he finds my shirt and helps me back into it. Then he drops a kiss on the top of my forehead and settles back in beside me, handing me my glass of wine as if he hasn't just turned my entire world upside down.

  10

  Leo

  She's a complete contradiction. Everything about her. I turn the thought over and over again in my mind as I watch Morgan and Adley frost and decorate chocolate peanut butter cupcakes, Adley on the counter, Morgan standing near her, laughing and joking as she shows her how to make the frosting look like a flower.

  I have to leave for work in an hour, and I'll be gone until Friday night. I need to find a way to get a minute alone with Morgan before I leave. She's somehow managed to avoid any time alone with me since Monday night—since she about did me in with her raw sexuality. She was like a live wire under my hands, yet when it was
over, she acted like she was embarrassed. Like she couldn't believe what she'd just done. I have to admit, I've wondered ever since just how much experience she actually has.

  I've discovered there are two sides to her. The sweet, innocent young nanny. And the feisty, witty woman that can hold her own against me. Both are making me crazy with pent-up desire. When I finally went to my bed alone Monday night, it didn't take much for me to find my own release. All I had to think about was her body writhing under mine—her luscious mouth begging me to make her come, the excitement in her eyes when I took control and pinned her to the couch—and I was quickly spurting hot jets as I came hard in my own hand.

  I wanted to be inside of her. Still do. And I don't think I'll be able to shake that need until I finally sink into her sweet heat.

  Something else intriguing is that she likes it rough, even if she doesn't know it. And I don't think she does. I'm going to take great satisfaction in showing her just how much of her own sexuality she hasn't discovered.

  That is, if she'll ever let me near her again.

  We haven't discussed it. We've barely spoken at all unless it's about Adley, or dinner, or some mundane housekeeping task. I thought at first that she regretted letting me touch her. That she wanted to take it back. But I've caught her watching me while I help Adley with homework or while she makes dinner, straight up lust in her violet eyes, and my instincts tell me that she wants me, too.

  When I tried to talk to her yesterday after Adley went to school, she hurried from the apartment, saying she had a lot to take care of. I'm sure she did, dealing with the fallout of the fire. But then she went straight to her room after Adley went to sleep last night and was gone all day again today. Now I'm certain she's avoiding me.

  I move over to where they're decorating and snake my arm around Morgan's waist, grabbing a cupcake before she knows what's happened. Leaning against the counter, I grin as I start to peel the paper off the bottom.

  "Hey!" She swats my hand. "No sneaking treats until after dinner. Right, Adley?"

  Adley nods seriously, as if I've just committed a cardinal sin. "It's dessert, Daddy."

  "Well, I won't be here for dinner. So I better get my treats while I can." I wink at Morgan and lift the cupcake to my lips, eating half of it in one big bite. I moan, a wicked gleam in my eyes. "So sweet."

  Her eyes widen, and I can't resist. I hold the cupcake up to her mouth. "Come on, open up, Morgan. Be a bad girl once in a while. You know you want a taste."

  She glowers at me. I don't know if chocolate peanut butter cupcakes are her weakness, or if it's me, but despite the resistance on her face she opens her mouth and bites down, her full lips closing over my fingers. I let them linger on her lips for longer than is strictly necessary, and the feel of her soft, warm tongue on my fingertips does things to me that make me want to call in sick. For the rest of my life.

  Adley sticks her lower lip out. "Not fair. Neither of you has had dinner."

  Morgan jumps, tearing her gaze away from me guiltily. "How about you can have two for dessert?" she suggests. "If you eat all your dinner. Since you dad is such a bad example of delayed gratification."

  I scoff. "Please. I can totally delay my gratification. You should know that, Morgan." I wink at her, laughing when her cheeks flush bright red.

  "You know what, Adley?" she says, lifting my sweet girl off the counter and setting her down on the floor. "I think maybe you do deserve a cupcake right now."

  She grabs one and takes it to the table, Adley skipping behind and clapping excitedly, her entire outlook on eating dinner first shifting in a millisecond. "Dessert first is the best!"

  My thoughts exactly. "You sit here and enjoy," I tell her, ruffling her hair. "I need to go over a few things with Morgan before I go to work."

  She happily dives into her cupcake, and I tilt my head, indicating for Morgan to follow me.

  Once we're safely out of sight, I grab her hand and yank her into my room, shutting the door and pushing her back against it.

  She looks like she's about to protest, so I pin her in, an arm on either side of her shoulders, her legs trapped between mine. "Delayed gratification is highly overrated," I murmur before I lower my head, brushing my lips softly against hers. Lightly. Teasing. Testing.

  I pull back, studying her reaction. Her pupils are dilated and her breath is shallow, her resolve seeming to crumble quickly, and I smile, dipping my head down again. This time I take her lips in a deeper kiss, slow and sensual, pulling a moan from her. I grab her hips and pull them against me roughly, letting her feel how I've gone from zero to rock hard in no time flat. Showing her what she does to me.

  "Leo," she murmurs as I trail hot kisses down her neck, one hand moving to knead her tit. Her arms come up, finding their way under my shirt, her nails digging into my flesh as she lets her head fall back, giving me better access to her body.

  When I feel her becoming weak and needy, I step back, leaving her to stare at me with big, sex-clouded eyes. She reaches for me as if she wants to pull me back.

  I shake my head, my eyes boring into her. "Why are you avoiding me?"

  Her tongue darts out to swipe across her lips. After a long pause, she finally says, "I don't trust myself with you."

  "Good." I move back in, ready to claim her mouth again, but this time she places a palm on my chest.

  "It's not good. It's the opposite of good."

  "You mean bad?" I murmur. "Yeah, it fucking is." I remove her hand from my chest and wrap it around behind her waist, pulling her against me again.

  Her breath is raspy, her chest heaving, and I want nothing more than to turn her around, plant her hands on the door, and rip her jeans to the floor. My cock stiffens even more.

  "We can't do this, Leo."

  "We can, and we will," I growl, promise in my voice. "I can't resist you, Morgan. I don't even want to try. Ever since I pulled you out of that fire—I can't get you out of my head. I want you so fucking bad." I don't know why I'm telling her this, why I'm giving her this power over me, other than it's the truth.

  My words seem to shatter her already weak resolve. "Okay," she whispers.

  I don't have much time before I need to walk out the door, but I'm not about to leave her here until Friday without a taste of what's waiting for her.

  With precision and a few quick flicks of my hand, her jeans are around her ankles and I'm rubbing my fingers along the outside of her red lace panties. It just confirms what I thought. Even though pretty pink or white would suit her innocent side, she has a wildly sexy streak that I'm positive will win out in the end.

  Dipping my fingers under the thin fabric, I find her already wet and ready for me. I groan. "Fuck, Morgan. You want it, don't you? You're a bad girl, aren't you?"

  Her only answer is a throaty moan.

  I hook my fingers in the lace and pull hard, loving how her eyes fill with even more heat when the flimsy fabric rips. I lift them on my finger and hold them up for her to see, wiggling my eyebrows. Then I stuff them in my back pocket before putting my fingers right pack on her drenched pussy.

  They slide across the slick folds, and her head falls back again, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers now."

  "Yes," she bites out between gritted teeth.

  Sliding a finger inside, I groan at how tight she is. Her inner walls hug my finger, clenching and contracting around it as I slip it in and out, teasing her with shallow strokes.

  Her hips buck against me, and I can tell she's already so close. Her hands grasp wildly for something to hold on to, finally coming to rest on her tits. She squeezes them, as her head thrashes from side to side against the door, her hair spilling wildly over her face and down past her shoulders. It's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.

  I push my finger deep inside her, crooking it back and applying pressure to just the right spot, all the while rubbing fast circles over her clit with my thumb. She shatters in an instant, her pussy gripping my fing
er like a vise, liquid heat running all over my hand.

  Remembering how loud she can get, I clamp a hand over her mouth like I did the other night, and her eyes fly open, locking with mine as her orgasm ravishes her body. I'm fucking mesmerized, unable to look away from the perfect sight of her coming undone for me.

  When her body relaxes, she slumps against the door, her gaze still on me. I slip my finger from her pussy and bring my hand to my mouth. Her eyes widen as I suck her juices from a finger. She looks stunned.

  "Dessert should always come first," I tease. Then I pull her jeans back up and fasten them.

  I leave her standing there as I head to the en suite bathroom, but I stop and turn to look at her one more time. "Oh, and Morgan? Don't make plans for Friday. I have way more than dessert planned for you."

  11

  Morgan

  I wander around Leo's apartment on Friday, not really sure what to do with myself. He called earlier to tell me his sister was picking Adley up from school today, and that she'd be spending the night with her.

  I don't know what to make of that. The last words he said to me before he left for work two days ago were not to make plans. And I haven't. Because I also can't get the other things he's said to me out of my head. I'm fucking the nanny and You're a bad girl, aren't you?

  Does he plan on fucking me? And am I a bad girl?

  I don't even really know. I have nothing to base it on. All my orgasms prior to this week have come in the form of my own hand or an occasional toy. I didn't think I was a "bad girl" but with the way my body responds to the dirty things he says, I'm not so sure anymore.

  Hell, the fact that I'm even allowing these things to happen are bad enough. It's so very dangerous. I could lose my job if anyone found out. Not that they would, unless Leo fires me and lets them in on our dirty little secret. I don't think he would do that. But what happens when he grows tired of these games?