Hosed: A Single Dad and Virgin Romantic Comedy

by Ruby Steele

  Because that's surely what they are. He's playing with me. Having fun with me. I don't even understand why. The only thing I know is that I don't have it in me to make him stop. I don't want him to stop, I realize.

  I stop in the middle of pacing the room as that sinks in. I like the way he makes me feel. No, I don't just like it. I love it. When I first saw him at the hospital that day, I thought he was insanely sexy. Now I realize it's way more than that. His sexuality is raw and primal, a side of him that he doesn't show any other time except when he's doing delicious things to my body. I like that more than I could have imagined.

  The way he pinned me to the couch. The way he shoved me against the door. Clamped his hand over my mouth. Fucking ripped my panties. My pussy throbs just thinking about it, and I can feel myself getting wet.

  I glance at the clock. He'll be home in an hour. Without letting myself think about what I'm doing, or what it implies about me, I grab my toiletries from my room and head to the bathroom.

  Forty-five minutes later, I stand naked in my room and inspect myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I barely recognize what I see. The woman staring back at me is not a prim and proper nanny-slash-wannabe-schoolteacher. She's a vixen. I've washed and blown out my hair so that it falls like silk all the way down my back. My makeup is darker and edgier than usual. And I've shaved. Everywhere.

  My entire body flushes as I think about what he might do to me tonight. I want to be prepared.

  That's when I realize that in no time at all he's brought out something in me that I didn't know existed. I am a bad girl. And I think I like it. I want his face between my legs, his thick cock in my pussy. I want him to fuck me, hard, and then do it all over again.

  I can't stop the smile that creeps across my face when I hear the front door open. Grabbing the new silky robe I bought from my closet, I slip it on, loving the feel of the smooth fabric against my skin. On some level, I must have anticipated that the attraction I immediately felt between us might lead here. Because everything I've bought to replace my lost possessions reflects this sensual woman that I'm just now discovering.

  I fluff my hair and give myself a last check in the mirror, then walk out of my room just as Leo enters the hall.

  He stops in his tracks as he takes me in. I allow myself to savor the feeling of his hot gaze raking across my body, his eyes lingering at the hem of my robe and again on my chest as he finally drags his eyes up to mine.

  I meet his stare boldly, feeling empowered by my realization. "I prepared dessert for you," I say, surprising both of us when I give him a sultry smile.

  He steps toward me—no, that's not right—he stalks toward me, a predatory gleam in his eyes, only stopping when we're mere inches apart.

  "Is that so?"

  I bite my lip and nod as my eyes roam over his broad shoulders and muscular chest. I know what those muscles feel like under my hands. Now I want them over me, rippling and flexing as he brings us both pleasure.

  A montage of erotic images flash through my mind, and I wonder where they've come from. Probably one too many nights hearing my old neighbors go at it. It's not like I know firsthand what it will be like.

  But I'm ready to find out.

  I feel the first electric current race through my body as Leo reaches up and twirls a strand of hair around his fingers. He traces a knuckle across my jaw, his eyes searching mine, taking in everything as he studies my face for a long, silent moment.

  "You look beautiful," he murmurs finally, surprising me with the gentleness in his voice. I expected him to back me up against the wall and pull the belt of my robe until it fell open, revealing me to him. Instead, he leans in and brushes his lips lightly across mine.

  "Go get dressed," he says, bewildering me further. "We have a big night ahead." Then he steps away and starts toward his room.

  "Leo, wait," I call after him, not sure what I was going to say when he turns around and looks at me questioningly.

  Did I get things all wrong? Have I misread the entire situation? That doesn't make sense at all, but his behavior right now isn't in line with my expectations.

  "What should I wear?" I finally ask, not knowing what else to say.

  "Just a dress," he says. "Nothing too fancy."

  Well, that's good, because I don't have anything fancy. Confused and a bit disappointed, because now I'm wondering if this night won't end up at all like I was hoping, I turn to go into my room. But I pause at his next words.

  "And that's it."

  I keep my back to him. "That's it?"

  "Just a dress," he clarifies. "I don't want anything in my way when I finger fuck you while we're out tonight."

  I feel like I should be shocked at this statement, but all I can do is smile foolishly as I continue into my room, more than ready now to get this night started.

  12

  Leo

  I watch over the rim of my glass of whiskey as Morgan purses her lips while she studies the dessert menu, a cute little crease forming between her eyebrows.

  Not for the first time tonight I wonder what the fuck I'm doing. I had every intention of making this night alone with her one that started and ended in my bed. Yet here I am, sitting across from her in one of the best little Italian eateries in the Village. Enjoying every minute of it.

  I don't know what came over me, but the minute I walked in the door and saw her standing in her robe, looking sweet and perfect and gorgeous, all I wanted to do was treat her to a nice evening.

  It would have been so easy to slip that robe off and make her weak and pliable, begging for me to give her my cock—not that I don't plan on doing that too. I have plenty of ideas for how this date can end up.

  And that thought right there makes me drop my glass to the table with a heavy thud.

  Morgan glances up at the noise, her eyes wide and captivating. But when I just give her a small smile, she returns it with a dazzling one of her own that hits me smack in the gut.

  What the fuck is happening here? I'm thinking of this as a date now? And I'm feeling like the luckiest guy in the world that I'm the recipient of that smile? I scrub my hand over my jaw. Worse yet, I wasn't able to think of anything but her for my entire forty-eight-hour shift.

  I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, she got under my skin the first minute I saw her. I'm still struggling to figure it out. I thought it was just a physical thing, a crazy chemical attraction. But that doesn't explain why I've enjoyed our dinner conversation better than most of the other moments of the entire week. And it certainly doesn't explain why I find it totally, adorably endearing when she leans across the table and whispers conspiratorially.

  "I can't decide between the cheesecake, cannoli, and the tiramisu."

  My lips curve up. "Who says you have to decide?"

  She wrinkles her forehead. "Well, no one, I guess. I've never thought about it like that. It just seems like one dessert is what's expected."

  "Do you always do what's expected of you?" There's a teasing tone in my voice, and hint of suggestion, but I also really want to know. Does she usually follow the prescribed path? What we've been doing certainly isn't what's expected of her.

  Morgan thinks for a minute. "I guess I do. Usually." She grins ironically. "Except when it comes to you."

  I chuckle. "Why do you think that might be?"

  She cocks her head and taps her jaw. "Hmm. I don't know. Maybe because you make me out of my mind, and you also happen to know how to give me the best orgasms of my life." She grins wickedly.

  "Just wait. You have no idea."

  "I can't wait to be enlightened." Her smile widens, and I wonder at what point did she go from being shy and demure, covering her face after I made her come, to flat out telling me what she wants. It's fucking sexy, and I wonder if maybe I should ditch the rest of my plans for the night and get dessert to go.

  Just then the server reappears, and Morgan orders all three of the desserts.

  "Living dangerously?" I say wi
th a smirk.

  "Guess I am," she says, and scoots her chair a bit closer to mine, her eyes gleaming. Then she totally makes my night when she leans in and says, "Did I go commando for nothing, or are you going to make good on your promise?"

  Fuck me. Her asking for what she wants is hot as hell.

  "I always make good on my promises," I say, my cock becoming rock hard just like that.

  Luckily for us, the restaurant has long white tablecloths, and when I reach over and slide my hand up her smooth inner thigh, I find that not only is she not wearing panties, just like I told her, and not only is she so wet I could slide my dick right in, but she is completely bare, her skin smooth as silk.

  I cut my eyes to hers, and she quirks her eyebrows, drawing the corner of her lip between her teeth. "Surprise," she mouths.

  Jesus Christ. She's going to kill me, right here in the middle of the restaurant. She parts her thighs, inviting me in, and all I can think is that the innocent nanny is nowhere to be seen tonight. In her place is the feisty vixen that looks me dead in the eyes as I slip my fingers in and out of her pussy in a very public place.

  There is no doubt in my mind what she wants me to do to her tonight. And I have every intention of delivering.

  I roll my thumb over her clit, and she squirms a little in her seat. I watch her intently as I push her closer and closer to the edge. The server reappears with the tray of desserts, and she widens her eyes, her hand going under the table and circling my wrist.

  "Here you are, ma'am," he says as he begins setting them on the table.

  I ignore her obvious signal and continue to dip my finger into her wet slit, bringing her juices up to circle her swollen bud.

  "Ohh," Morgan moans, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly, and I push her harder, increasing my pressure. She struggles to keep her face blank, but I can see the way she clenches her teeth and the flush that's brightening her normally pale skin. I already know she's close.

  She moans again, then gives me look that's half sex-crazed, half horrified. "This...looks...delicious," she says, her eyes darting to the server, who simply nods.

  "I can't wait to sink my teeth into it," I say, my eyes never leaving her face.

  She gasps a little at my insinuation, and as the server turns to leave, I grab a fork and load it with a bite of cheesecake, then I lean in, feeding it to her. "Let go, Morgan. Come for me."

  She does, moaning again as I pull the fork from her lips and dropping her head into her hand, her elbow supporting it on the edge of the table. I sit back, savoring the way her pussy grips my fingers, so ready for it to be my cock next time.

  When she finally looks up at me, her face is still flushed. "I can't believe we just did that," she hisses, but she doesn't look angry. She looks really fucking horny.

  I smirk. "I think you liked it, dirty girl."

  She swallows hard, then pushes her chair back, need written all over her face. "I think I want to go home. Now."

  13

  Morgan

  I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life. The walk back to the apartment feels twice as long as it actually is, and all I can think about was how much I like what Leo does to me. Not just physically, but this wild side he brings out in me.

  He acts casual as we enter his building and get into the elevator, but as soon as the doors close, he has me against the mirrored wall, shoving my skirt up around my waist, kicking my legs apart. When he drops to his knees in front of me, I think I might die from the desperate need coursing through me.

  "I've been waiting all night to taste you," he bites out, using his fingers to expose more of my pussy. And the next thing I know, my mind has gone completely blank. Everything ceases to exist except the exquisite feel of his warm wet tongue gliding along my folds, tracing my swollen lips, dipping into my hole.

  "Oh, fuck," I hear myself say, but it sounds like it's coming from very far away. My ears ring as blood pounds through my veins, the rush of blood drowning out everything but pure carnal sensation.

  I want more. I grab his hair in my fist and push him harder against me, almost not believing that I'm being this aggressive. A week ago, no man had ever seen me like this, and now here I am begging for more. Not even begging, really, because Leo isn't holding back. He devours my pussy, lapping and licking and sucking and nipping until I can't take it anymore.

  I open my eyes and see our reflections in the mirror, and the sight of it nearly makes me come in his mouth. It's insanely hot to see him on his knees, his face buried in my cunt. And my face. Oh my god, the look of pure bliss on my face is something I've never seen before. I can't look away from the erotic scene unfolding before me.

  Until the elevator slows down at our floor. I push Leo away frantically, pulling my skirt down just as the doors slide open. But Leo isn't fast enough. He's still on his knees in front of me as an older couple gets on the elevator.

  Shit, they're going to know exactly what was going on. My face would give it away, even if Leo wasn't on his knees, a disheveled mess.

  "Here, sweetheart," he says, all cool and casual pretending we're a couple as he hands me the bag of dessert we barely waited around to get boxed up. "I don't think it's broken. Probably nothing more than a twist or slight sprain."

  I look at him like he's crazy, but the white-haired lady makes a tsking sound. "Oh dear, you better lie down and put a warm compress on that."

  "That's exactly what I'll do," Leo says, giving me a wink as he rubs my ankle then stands. He takes me totally off guard when he scoops me into his arms and carries me off the elevator, calling, "Have a nice evening," as the elevator doors close on the couple.

  "What are you doing?" I ask, swatting him on the chest.

  "Taking you to bed, just like the sweet lady said." He feigns innocence. When I roll my eyes, he says, "Hey, I could have just kept eating you out and really shocked them."

  I burst out laughing, shaking my head. "You're crazy. I had no idea you were into exhibitionism."

  "I'm full of surprises." He winks, and I'm not entirely sure he's kidding. "Now, let's get you in that bed, sweetheart."

  The way he says sweetheart causes a little flutter in my chest that is entirely unrelated to the fact I'm certain I'm about to lose my virginity. I try to shove it away, but I like the way it sounds on his lips. Just like I'm enjoying how it feels to be cradled in his arms.

  He doesn't put me down as we approach the door, and I fish the key he gave me out of my purse and unlock the door. He carries me inside, kicking the door shut behind us. I expect him to set me on my feet, but he doesn't appear to have any intention of letting me go just yet.

  Standing in the middle of his living room, he looks at me, the gentle smile on his face belying the heat still lingering in his eyes. Leo leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips, entirely different from everything I've experienced with him so far.

  It's gentle, teasing. He doesn't rush, as if we have all the time in the world, his mouth slowly moving over mine. That same fluttery feeling in my chest starts to stir again, and somehow this kiss has me wanting him even more than the hot, hard, passionate ones he usually assaults me with.

  I sigh against his lips, my hand lifting to cup his cheek, and he lifts his head slowly, watching me, an unreadable look in his eyes.

  "Let's finish dessert first," he suggests, carrying me to the couch and setting me down carefully. He takes the tiramisu from the bag, along with a plastic fork, and settles in beside me.

  He digs into the dessert, and I think he's about to take a bite when he turns to me and holds it up to my lips. Our eyes lock as I open my mouth, and he carefully feeds me a bite. We take turns feeding each other.

  The entire night has been nothing like what I expected. Leo has been different. Well, not entirely different. He still gave me looks like he wanted to devour me. And he did in the elevator. And of course, there was the shockingly public orgasm at the restaurant.

  But I didn't expect him to take me out at a
ll. He was attentive and appeared interested in everything I had to say all through dinner. And now he's being ridiculously sweet. I want to ask him what he's doing, where his head's at, but I know I can't. Our whole situation is so far out of my normal that I don't even know how to catalog it.

  We're obviously hot for each other. But I also really like working for him. And there is so much more to him than out of this world orgasms and a body that would cause a nun to sin.

  "Leo—" I begin, not sure what I want to say, but knowing I want him to be aware of how great this night has been so far, but he interrupts me.

  "Morgan, you know how much I want you, right?" He studies my face.

  I nod, really not sure where this is going, but half afraid that he's about to say something I don't want to hear.

  "I need to make sure that this is really what you want, too. That I'm not pushing you into something that you aren't sure about."

  I blink. "When you say this, what exactly are you referring to?" I don't want to be embarrassed if we're talking about two different things.

  "I'm talking about taking you to my bed and doing everything to you that I've been imagining since I first saw you standing naked in your shower a week ago."

  A faint smile crosses my lips. It's crazy what all can change in such a short span of time. "That is most definitely what I want," I say.

  There's that slow, sexy grin I love so much. He leans in, his breath sending shivers up and down my spine. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear."

  He cups my cheeks with his hands and kisses me, slowly at first like he did before, but it quickly grows in urgency. Pulling me to my feet, Leo presses me against him, his hands running up and down my back. Then he catches me off guard by lowering his hands to my ass, squeezing first, then lifting me up. My legs automatically go around his waist, and he carries us toward his room, our lips breaking apart not once.

  This is it. I'm about to give this fantastically sexy, contradictory man my virginity. And in this moment, there's nothing I could possibly want more.