Daddy's Contract : A Single Dad and Nanny Romance

by Melissa Chetley

  "Is she already fast asleep?" the nanny skeptically asks with a smile.

  I look down at the softly snoring young girl with a nod of my head. "Yeah, she's probably just worn out from all the running around," I answer as I brush her long brown hair out of her face.

  My heart tenderly stirs while I watch Cassie quietly giggle at the sight of the sleeping child. A heavy and lengthy breath passes through my lips, a knot forming within the depths of my stomach. The warm expression on her kind face strangely tickles my chest. That sincere affection she has toward Taylor undeniably tugs at my heartstrings, and the fact that we're seated so closely together in the car makes me feel like she can hear my nervous breaths and anxious heart beating.

  "Thanks for showing up to Taylor's birthday event today. I know it was supposed to be your rare off-day and all, so I really appreciate you going out of your way to come. It made her really happy," I humbly say.

  "Thanks for allowing me to come along with you guys on your little family excursion. I had a lot fun," Cassie states with an avoidant shift of her gaze. Her eyes sink toward the floor in a stiff manner, her body slightly moving in the opposite direction to increase the space and distance between us.

  It's obvious that she's intentionally pulling herself away from me. But I'm not willing to let her go that easily. Not when I want my feelings and stance to be clear to her.

  I reach over to grab and tightly hold onto Cassie's warm hand which flinches at the motion of my grasp. She lets out a tiny gasp while her eyes bulge in extreme surprise. I can feel her shaking with trepidation within the palm of my hand, yet my hold on her doesn't falter. A panicked look spreads across her face as she tries to pull away from my hand as though my action was a mistake. But her struggling only makes me hold onto her tighter.

  "I meant what I said earlier, Cassie. I consider you an important part of the family as well," I profess with my somber stare fixated on her. She returns a response to me in the form of that same confused and vulnerable look which naturally captures my heart's attention. I loosen my grasp around her hand and gradually intertwine my fingers between hers so that our hands are holding one another.

  "And if you absolutely hate what I'm doing, you can pull away from me. I won't stop you," I coolly mention with a light squeeze of her hand.

  A lump swells in my throat while the rainy silence surrounds us. Even though I sound composed and certain in my tone of voice and in my actions, my heart is still beating like crazy over the pitter-patter of the rain. Deafening pound after pound strikes against my chest as I anxiously wait in anticipation of Cassie's reaction. I fully expect the startled woman to reject my advance because of the way I refused and denied her the first time she made her feelings clear to me. However, she doesn't move her hand.

  I turn my head and stare out the wet-stained window with ambivalence while Cassie's hand remains unmoving and resting in the same spot. My chest feels overwhelmed with satisfaction yet swamped with unease and doubt all at the same time. I can't tell what she's thinking, and I can't bring myself to look over and acknowledge the expression that's currently settled on her face. But her hand which gently holds onto mine under the blanket of silence is enough to speak for both of our hearts' desires.

  ***

  My arms cradle the exhausted birthday girl as I quietly carry her up into her bedroom. She peacefully snoozes and snores without a single care in the world, her beauty rest undisturbed even while I tuck her right into bed. I kiss her square on the forehead which goes completely unrealized by her before making my way back down the staircase and toward the living room. But my feet move and walk with a heavy weight and burden around my ankles as I slowly step into the parlor where I find Cassie wistfully staring out of the window. She looks like she's mesmerized by the gloomy view of the dark sky and its falling raindrops judging from the way she hasn't noticed my presence in the room yet.

  "It seems like we won't be able to cut the birthday cake for a while. Kid's still out cold," I suddenly speak which causes Cassie to jump up in surprise as she turns around to face me. Her eyes widen and her shoulders stiffen with an obvious unease and tension from the mere sight of me.

  There's no doubt that she's way too conscious of me. But her nervous state only makes me want to tease her over it.

  "Uh, it's fine. Just let her sleep. I was thinking that I should probably go soon anyway," Cassie expresses with a slight chuckle and awkward touch of her hair. She glances down at her watch with a stiff and startled look. "Wow, it's late. I didn't realize what time it was already."

  "Why don't you stay a bit longer? At least until the rain lets up a little more." I turn my gaze toward the window that the nanny was looking out through earlier. All I can see sitting within the glass is our vague black reflections staring back at us. "Besides, you look like you have something that you would like to speak to me about."

  Cassie immediately lowers her head while another chuckle sounds from her lips. "You know, I really hate it when you do that," she grumbles with a shake of her head.

  "Do what?" I confusedly ask.

  "When you clearly see through me and call me out on it without hesitation. I hate it," she audibly sighs and then scoffs. Her dark brown glare slowly lifts toward me with bitter frustration. "You want me to ask you about it? Fine. Why? Why did you grab and hold my hand like that? You were the one who told me that everything that happened that night was a mistake. So why?"

  An intense look of pain and resentment flashes and spreads across Cassie's eyes. She looks incredibly hurt and upset by the confused state that I've unwillingly instilled upon her, the contempt apparent in her hard and cold stare. There's no longer any weakness or hesitation in her eyes. There's only a burning desire to figure out the truth which I have persistently kept from her.

  Yet despite the pressure from her demanding aura, I fully accept and understand where her anger is coming from. She has every right to be outraged and unhappy with me, especially since I relentlessly broke her heart and am now trying to win back her favor. But a heavy sigh parts from my lips as I move closer to her with the truth hanging at the tip of my tongue. Cassie deserves to know why I held her hand the entire car ride back, and she deserves the right to hate for me for it.

  God. I never thought coming clean could be so hard, but I guess I know why Taylor tries to avoid it as much as possible now. It's a bit nerve-wracking to say so the least.

  My steady footsteps keep on moving forward until I'm standing right in front of the troubled young woman. Staring into her desperate gaze, I pause and take a deep breath. "Because that was before I realized how much I actually like you, Cassie. I severely underestimated my feelings for you, and it's quickly catching up to me now," I admit with an unyielding stare that's fixated on the fierce expression displayed in her dark brown eyes.

  However, Cassie instantly shakes her head in denial like what I'm telling her isn't possible. She opens her mouth to speak, but ultimately ends up holding her tongue in shock of the rapidly-developing situation. The expression on her face swaps back and forth between scorn and sorrow. She's clearly taken aback by my straightforward confession, her brown gaze looking up at me in pure disbelief.

  "And-and how do you expect me to believe what you're telling me after the way you pushed me away?" the nanny stutters with a deep furrow of her brow. "Do you know how hard I've tried to forget what happened between us? How hard I've tried to act like everything was perfectly normal and fine when it wasn't? God."

  A wave of guilt hits me hard in the gut from the painful sound of Cassie's voice breaking. She looks like she's almost on the verge of tears, her mixed and volatile emotions getting the best of her. But she quickly turns her cheek away to wipe off her watery eyes and to bite down on the tender recollection of her heart's struggles. Even when she's past her emotional limit, she still tries to stay strong and confront me with a bold and determined look on her face like she's unbreakable. Like she's unstoppable.

  And it's that exact tenacity which I
can't help but greatly admire her for -- that grit and perseverance which I gradually began to fall for without ever realizing it.

  "Honestly? I didn't actually expect you to believe me that easily," I softly chuckle. But the slight grin on my lips from the laughter falls from my face as I peer into her lovely brown eyes which makes my heart gently stir. "So why don't you tell me what I can do to prove it to you instead? What do I need to do to show you that I'm serious about my feelings for you?"

  Cassie is left temporarily speechless by my forward and upfront suggestion. She continues to look into my eyes as though she's waiting for me to break, yet I destroy her expectations by maintaining my stance and position on the matter without faltering. When she finally realizes that I'm serious about proving myself to her, the frustrated expression in her scowling glare eases up. She bites her lower lip and drops her eyes toward the ground.

  I can feel my heart pounding and racing from the obvious implication in the young woman's timid reaction. As much as she wants to hide what she's thinking about from me, I already know the answer to my loaded question based off the tender and rosy look on her face. I slowly place my hand underneath her chin and lift her head up toward mine. However, she stubbornly chooses to avoid my firm stare until I eventually speak out to her: "Tell me, Cassie. What is it that you want from me?"

  My question prompts her to raise her eyes up toward me, the muddy color of her irises entering into my line of vision. I normally would find the dark and dull brown color unappealing to gaze into, but her intense stare seems to have completely grabbed my interest for some reason. The plain yet pretty shade strangely suits her and accentuates her natural charm. It's a hue and color which I have grown to appreciate and favor over time.

  But the longer I look into Cassie's eyes, the more I begin to notice the appeal and beauty in her appearance. It starts off with my gaze lingering on her eyes where my captivated stare then starts to drift down lower toward her tempting lips. A heavy wave of lust and passion sweeps through me as I fight and struggle to not give in so easily to my desires. However, the sensual sight of her slightly parted and pouted lips fills me with the incredible urge to taste and kiss her, an impulse and craving which I have been staunchly resisting since I set the strict boundaries between us.

  And now that Cassie's unintentional seduction is testing me again right before my very eyes, I know that I can't hold back my lust any longer.

  My mind completely blanks as I abruptly move forward and press my lips against Cassie's mouth before she can do or say anything to stop me. I can feel my heart pumping and my adrenaline rushing from the sweet sensation of her soft lips against mine. Each gentle yet passionate kiss makes my chest swell up with so much joy that I can't stop chasing after more and more of it. The intoxicating scent and touch of her lips continues to overwhelm my senses until she finally pulls away from me with an out of breath look on her face.

  "That's cheating, Mr. Bishop," Cassie heavily pants while a red flush spreads across her cheeks.

  The disgruntled tone of her voice tells me to stop what I'm doing, but her flustered yet eager expression tells me to keep going. She's desperately trying to convince me with that bitter glare that she hates the feeling of my kisses even when I know it's what she really wants. There's only so much contempt she can pretend to hold toward me, especially when those heavy-lidded eyes and sensually-parted lips betray her. It's a telling expression I've seen time and time again, and I've never been a fool to mistaken it.

  Yet I pull in close to Cassie's ear, so close that my breath probably tickles against her neck. "Let's stop with the formalities, Cassie. Just call me Noah like you did that night."

  I weave my fingers through the long and thick strands of her hair until my palm rests on the back of her head. A slow and heavy sigh escapes me as I admire her hesitant yet eager brown eyes which anxiously await my next move. There's no question that she wants this as badly as I do. She's just not willing to admit it to herself out of sheer pride.

  My mouth instinctively moves in to kiss her, but Cassie surprisingly presses her lips up against mine first before I can even make the first move. The immediate sensation of her soft lips against my mouth brings a heavy and fuzzy weakness to my knees. It's exhilarating. An instant rush of adrenaline and excitement pulses through my whole body from the passionate kisses that are planted on my lips.

  There's no holding back anymore and any longer.

  I'm going to take back and claim what's always been mine.

  A gasping moan softly trails out of Cassie's mouth while I rapidly tear off the buttons of her dress until her naked flesh is exposed to me. She sighs and flinches from the warm touch of my fingertips sweeping across her cold and bare skin, my fingers firmly running down the curve of her spine. The beautiful sound of her pleasured voice sends tingles toward the lower half of my body. I want to hear more of it. I want to hear more of the desperation in her voice.

  My hands slide down the curves of her young body where I grab the band of her panties and pull them down to the floor with one tug. But Cassie immediately seizes both of my wrists as soon as I strip her down, the reluctant and shocked look on her face telling me to stop. She cautiously glances over toward the open doorway on the other side of the room as though she were afraid of someone catching us in the middle of the act. Unfortunately, worrying about getting caught is the last thing on my mind right now when her cleanly-shaven mound is directly in front of my face.

  Regardless of Cassie's concerns and grasp around my hands, I push her down onto the couch and spread her legs wide apart. I can feel my manhood becoming harder and stiffer as I feast my eyes on her glistening entrance, the pink flesh slightly swollen from her aroused state. My fingertip glides over the natural lubricant that's being produced from between her legs. Even though she tries her best to resist against the full view that I'm receiving of her wet hole and folds, she can't hide the fact that her body likes the attention that I'm giving it.

  A big smirk forms across my lips as I watch the tense and restless expression on Cassie's face. I know that she's too stubborn to admit her desperate need for release, so I shove my head and lips right in between her thighs with my tongue prepared to taste her arousal. My tongue slowly dances over the wet entrance of her hole until it finds the engorged bud sitting at the top of it. The muffled sound of a squealing whimper floats through the air while her legs instantly start to tremble around my face, an inviting reaction which encourages me to keep going.

  Cassie instinctively grabs the back of my head with her hands as my tongue slides over her swollen pearl again and again. She can't control the pleasurable moans pouring out of her lips nor the natural thrust and shove of her waist against my mouth as if she wants more. But I can tell from the heavy sound of her breathing that her body is growing weaker and weaker to the motions of my tongue. Each time I lick the swollen bud between her legs, she twitches and squirms like she's almost about to cum.

  Though I guess it's also partially my fault for getting her this wet and aroused since she never knew what a real orgasm felt like before I showed her one with my cock.

  And as much as I would love to keep on teasing Cassie's young body until she's begging for that sweet release, the pleasured and moaning sounds of her voice compel me to keeping rolling my tongue all around her small yet sensitive nub. She softly gasps and shivers with every hot lash of my tongue against her clit. I can feel her hands trying to pull my lips away from her wetness, but I tightly grab her thighs to stop her from shifting away and force her to endure the heavy teasing of my tongue. She should know by now that I won't stop tasting her until she's shaking all over.

  "No…no," Cassie whimpers in the middle of her moans in a bid for me to stop.

  But despite her hopeless protests, I continue to taunt and punish her clit out of my own selfish desire. All it takes is one final lick and lash of my tongue to set her over the edge. Even when she's already heavily breathing and coming, I can hear her incoherently protest
ing against the immense pleasure that's rippling across her body. The lovely sound of her orgasmic squeals and cries fill the air as I guide her release with my tongue. Eventually, she just stops resisting and allows the pleasure to flow through her in the form of nonstop contractions.

  When the blissful rush finally passes for Cassie, I start to unbutton my shirt and undo my pants. My manhood feels like the hardest it's ever been, my desire to fuck her wet and tight body stronger than ever. The desire to make her physically mine. Yet there's a weary look in her dark brown eyes as she quietly watches me take off my clothes, her silent gaze particularly glued to the sight of the hard bulge jutting out from the lower half of my body. It's almost as if she isn't entirely satisfied with the pleasure that I had just filled her up with. The sensual look on her face tells me that she wants more.

  My heart gently stirs as I take the young woman's face into my hands and kiss her right on the lips. An immediate tingling rush flows through me from the gentle warmth of her kisses, my attraction and lust toward her growing more potent than before. I love the way the scent of her natural odor enters my nose as I move my lips to the same rhythm and motion as hers. But each kiss from her soft lips only serves as a reminder of my intense desire for her body.

  Cassie's smell is so intoxicating and arousing that I can't help but unleash the carnal instincts within me. I naturally find myself spreading her legs apart where I slowly put myself in between her thighs which is still wet with her feminine juices. She quietly whimpers from the penetrative force of my hard rod entering her slit, but her soft cries aren't enough to stop me stretching out her flesh which tightly wraps around my package. A satisfied exhale parts from my lips as the warm sensation of her tight hole takes the entire length of my cock inside her.

  She's so wet that my whole rod penetrates her without any issue.