Misadventures with a Manny

by Toni Aleo

  “I doubt it, but go ahead.”

  I swear he makes me stabby. “I’m hopeful,” I express before going on. “I wanted to discuss with you about maybe working it out to where I get a weekend with the boys.”

  “No.”

  I close my eyes. “Reason being is because I work, they have practice, and when I get home, we’re doing homework and settling down for the night. I don’t remember the last time I took them to the movies or to dinner.”

  “Not my fault. Cut back on work.”

  I press my lips together. “I am, but I can’t too much because I need to make money. I’m paying for club, for their equipment, for the nanny—”

  “Who I don’t approve of.”

  “Simon, please. He is honestly the best thing for the boys—”

  “It’s only been a week. You don’t know that.”

  “But I do,” I insist. “Please, Simon, don’t fight me on this.”

  “I will because I don’t want another man with my children. I am their father.”

  “And no one doubts that, at all. You are a good father, Simon, but Lincoln is a wonderful nanny, and he isn’t replacing you.”

  He scoffs. “So you’re fucking him?”

  For the love of God. “That is none of your business, but no, I’m not. I am focused on my children and my job.”

  “You mean job—”

  “I am a great mom. Don’t you dare discredit that. Wife, sure, I sucked, but you weren’t good to me.”

  “Whatever. No, I won’t give you a weekend, and you’re lucky my lawyer doesn’t think I have a case to get rid of that nanny. But if I hear he’s done anything to my boys—”

  “He’d never,” I reiterate. “He’s a good man.”

  “You heard me.”

  I close my eyes and hate how mad he makes me. I don’t want to fight with him. All it does is make me hate him more, and I don’t want that. I have to deal with him for the rest of my life because no matter what, he’ll always be the boys’ father. Damn it, why does he make this so hard? I don’t want to do this, I don’t, but damn it, I have to do something. I’ll do anything for my boys.

  “If I give you spring break, will you give me one weekend a month with the boys?”

  He pauses, and my stomach churns. “I’d need that in writing.”

  “Which is fine, as long as I get in writing that we are changing the parenting plan, that I’d get them one weekend a month, and you’ll get the other three.”

  “That would mean I wouldn’t see them for one whole week a month. That’s not okay with me.”

  I think that over, and I wipe my face. “How about on Tuesday, you pick them up from practice and keep them overnight. You usually don’t travel until Wednesdays anyway. Lincoln can make sure they are packed and ready to go.”

  He clears his throat, and I can just see him sitting there thinking this over. I know he wants to say no just to stick it to me, but I know he wants spring break with the boys.

  Ah, shit, the boys. “I’ll need to talk to them about this.”

  “The boys?” Simon asks.

  “Yes. I’ll need to make sure they are okay with this change. I hate throwing so much change at them.”

  “I do too.”

  “Holy shit. Something we agree on.” He chuckles, and I sort of smile, though I don’t mean it. “I’d ask too that you let Lincoln be.”

  He hesitates. “I guess I can try.”

  “I appreciate that. He really is good for the boys.”

  “From what I’m told, they like him a lot.”

  “They do. I mean, no one has run into duct tape yet.”

  He laughs once more. “They get that wild side from you.”

  I smile. “Maybe.”

  I’m met with silence once more, and my stomach is in knots.

  “So you’ll talk to the boys and get back to me?”

  “I will, and then we can get the lawyers on the paperwork.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I let out the breath I was holding, and my tears run faster down my face. “Thank you.”

  “Yeah. Talk to you later.”

  “Yeah,” I say, hanging up, and when the phone hits the receiver, a sob leaves my lips. I may have just won what I wanted to win, but in a way, I feel like nothing but a loser. I never thought I’d have to bargain with who I assumed was the love of my life to get time with my kids.

  And I still have eight years left doing just that with him.

  Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I dry my hair as my body tingles from the hot shower I just took. Richard found me crying in my office and sent me home. I hadn’t meant for him to catch me, but after a long talk with my lawyer, who insisted I don’t give up my spring break, I felt a little defeated. I know that’s the only way Simon will give me the boys for a weekend, though. I really had no other choice; plus, I couldn’t get off for spring break anyway. They’d sit at home with Lincoln, but still, I was bummed to say the least.

  While I was thankful to be off early, I soon realized I wouldn’t be home in time to take Charlie to therapy. Instead of sitting in the house feeling sorry for myself, I decided to take a shower and be ready for when they all got home. Hopefully I can persuade them to go to dinner with me, though I’m sure I won’t have to do much convincing. They’ll want to go. I just hope Lincoln hasn’t started anything for dinner. When I got home, there was nothing cooking, so that made me excited for the possible dinner night with my boys.

  And maybe Lincoln would want to go.

  I’m not sure if that is a good idea, but I want his company. It was a tough day, and while I usually call Riana to talk it out, I want to talk to him. Get one of his quick smiles and feel better instantly. It is pathetic and childish since I want something I can’t have, but I like him. He is fun, and I need fun after the day I had.

  Looking at myself, though, I find I’m not satisfied with my appearance. My thick face and the wrinkles by my eyes—I don’t know how Lincoln could ever see me as anything more than a mom. His boss. He is unbelievably beautiful, and I’m just average. I couldn’t even keep my husband from cheating on me. I’m pathetic. Jesus, I’m riding that pity train like crazy right now.

  Shaking my head, I move product through my hair, ignoring my woes. I won’t let them get me down. I’m okay. The boys are doing better, and damn it, I am going to be great one day. Just have to get over the speed bumps. I reach for my hair dryer and turn it on just as my phone rings. I see it’s Lincoln, and my pussy clenches.

  I really need to get control of that.

  But apparently I have no control over my body when it comes to my manny.

  I turn the hair dryer off and answer, “Hello?”

  “Hey, it’s me.”

  “I know.”

  He laughs. “So therapy went well. He told me that they just talked about stupid stuff. I tried to get him to tell me what that meant, but he wouldn’t elaborate.”

  I nod. “Probably about fixing his relationship with his dad.”

  “Which reminds me… I wanted to call you earlier, but I wasn’t sure if I could.”

  “You can always call me,” I insist as I sit on the edge of the tub. “What’s up?”

  “So this morning, he told me the reason he didn’t want to go to school was because Simon was coming to have lunch with him. Apparently he wants Charlie to talk to you about letting the boys spend spring break with him.”

  “Ah,” I say, closing my eyes. “Simon told me he was going to do that.”

  “I told him to talk to you.”

  “What did he say?”

  “He said he would.”

  “Well, good. I have to talk to them. I think I’m going to do it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I want to have a weekend with the boys each month, and that is the only thing that I could use to get it.”

  “I don’t like that guy.”

  I laugh. “I don’t either.”

  “But I guess it is a sm
art move.”

  “You think so?”

  “I do,” he says softly, his voice tickling my insides. “Yeah, you’ll lose spring break with them, but the weekends will far surpass that time with them.”

  I smile. “That’s what I was thinking.”

  “Cool. What?” he says, pausing, and I’m confused. “No. Did you leave it in the car?”

  I hear one of the twins in the distance, and I smile. “They probably did.”

  But he doesn’t hear me. “Let me call you back.”

  “Sure—”

  But he hangs up before I can get the whole word out. I smile to myself as I set my phone down. I like that he has gotten Charlie to open up a little bit and that he is giving me a heads-up. I need it and pray they will go for what I proposed to Simon earlier.

  I feel like a ball of nerves as I turn the hair dryer back on. I am tight everywhere, and I almost don’t want to talk to the boys about it yet. I’m not sure I can do it without being emotional. I don’t want to give up my week, but I want more time with them, and maybe, just maybe, this is a door that both Simon and I could go through to see we can compromise on stuff. But then, who am I kidding? That man is hell bent on ruining my life.

  Groaning, I run my hand through my hair as I dry it as fast as I can. Even the music playing doesn’t calm me, and that’s unusual for me. I’m on edge. I don’t even dance or sing. I just dry my hair, going over and over again in my head what I would say to the boys. I don’t want to hurt them by changing more things, but maybe they’ll be okay with it. Ugh. I don’t know.

  Once my hair is dry, I throw it up in a bun before taking my towel off and hanging it over the shower. Walking through my bathroom to my room, I sit on the edge of my bed and reach for my lotion. Running it down my arms, my shoulders. I rub it into my breasts, closing my eyes as I move my fingers along my nipples. What I need is a release, a good one that will shatter all these nerves out of my body.

  What a wonderful idea.

  Get my vibrator and think of that damn ducky towel Lincoln was wearing, and I’ll get off in seconds.

  I reach over to my nightstand and get my vibrator out. Lubing it up, I inhale deeply, lie back in my bed, and open my legs. I move my fingers along my pussy, parting my mouth as I open myself up. I find my clit before I turn it on, and when I do, the vibrating sound is soothing. I press it against my clit and cry out a bit as I jerk up, my body is so tight I know it won’t take much. Running it down to my opening, I grab hold of my ankle as I fuck myself with my vibrator, my cries getting louder each time I work it in and out of my pussy.

  I feel it building. My toes are curling, and my heart is pounding.

  I know what I need.

  I need him.

  In that rubber ducky towel.

  A smile comes over my lips as I move the vibrator faster inside me, seeing the length of him. He’s so thick, mouthwatering, that all I want is him deep inside me. In my head, I’ve ripped the damn towel off, and his cock is deep inside me, doing what my vibrator is doing.

  “Oh, oh, yes,” I cry out as I move it faster. “Yes.”

  “Holy fuck.”

  I freeze.

  No, that is in my head. All in my head.

  But when I open my eyes, tilting my head back toward my door, I find that it isn’t in my head.

  Nope. It’s Lincoln.

  Standing in my doorway.

  And just as the laundry basket he is holding hits the ground, I mutter, “Oh, fuck.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lincoln

  I don’t move.

  I’m so fucking hard I’m pretty sure my cock will break if I do. I didn’t even realize the laundry basket I was holding fell until her eyes come up from it to meet mine. Those eyes. They’re huge and full of shock, though if I’m honest, that’s not what I’m looking at.

  I’m looking at the flush of her skin.

  Her thick hips and breasts.

  Her shaved cunt.

  Seeing her sprawled out like that has me convinced I’ve never seen anything more magnificent. Pulling in a deep breath, I can only blink as she gets up quickly, the vibrator she is using hitting the ground with a thunk. Pulling the covers up, she covers her bits as best as she can as she gawks at me.

  “What are you doing?”

  I still can’t speak, though. I’m completely speechless, and my body is shaking with want. I have to have her.

  But I made a promise.

  But she’s gorgeous. I want her.

  But she’s my boss.

  Fuck it, I am desperate for her.

  Stepping over the laundry basket, I move toward her. She takes a step back, her eyes about popping out of her head, but I can’t stop myself as I come toe to toe with her, my hands shaking at my sides. “Tell me no.”

  “Huh?” she gasps, her breathing so hard.

  The damn buzzing from the vibrator is distracting as fuck, but it doesn’t matter as I get lost in the lust swirling in her eyes. “Tell me no,” I say once more, this time low and raspy. My cock is so damn hard, my balls tight, and I don’t know what I’ll do if she does say no. Her eyes burn into mine, and I can see when she realizes what I am saying.

  What I am asking for.

  Slowly, she shakes her head before whispering, “I can’t.”

  I growl in response, pulling the blanket from her grip. She lets out a cry before I reach for the back of her head, crashing my mouth to hers. She comes willingly, eagerly, her body pressing into mine as I squeeze my eyes shut, relief flooding me as I drink from her sweet lips. They are more than I could ever dream of. More than I even deserve. Snaking my arm around her waist, I grab hold of her ass, molding it in my hand as our mouths move together in such a perfect but desperate way.

  I almost come at the feel of her. How many times have I lain awake at night, wishing I could hold her? Her body is soft, perfect, and fucking hell, I never want to let her go. But she pulls away first, ripping at my shirt, the buttons popping off before the fabric slides down my arms. As she makes quick work of my jeans, she runs her tongue along my chest, around my nipples as I toe out of my shoes. I am shaking, literally shaking, so hard I’m surprised I am able to get naked at all. Her hands explore my back, my ass, and it feels so fucking right as her mouth meets mine again.

  Our lips just go together, as silly as it sounds, and I don’t want to stop kissing her. I don’t, but damn it, I gotta have more. Taking her by the back of the thighs, I lift her up, and she cries out before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Are you crazy?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I am,” I say, laying her down on the bed and pressing my cock against her. “I’m fucking nuts for you.”

  Her eyes glaze over as I kiss down her jaw, her chin lifting, giving me access to her neck. I have wanted to do this for as long as I’ve known her, and the taste and smell of her doesn’t disappoint. Taking her by the back of her knees, I press her back into the bed as I slide my cock up and down her slick center and look down at her. She’s covered in gooseflesh and flushed beyond belief. The sight drives me wild. I don’t know what I want. To take her pussy in my mouth or fuck until I can’t take it.

  Licking her lips, she moves her hands up and down my arms. “You look confused.”

  My lips tilt. “I don’t know what I want. I want it all.”

  Her eyes shine. “All?”

  “I want to eat you, fuck you, and then eat you some more. I’m struggling. Give me a second.”

  I’m answered with giggles as her hands come around my neck, bringing me down to her. Her lips move along mine as she whispers, “Maybe I want you so far down the back of my throat, I have that moment of fear that I won’t be able to breathe.”

  I’m going to die.

  Right there.

  “Nope, can’t handle that,” I decide before her grin presses against my lips. I kiss her lips and push myself up from the bed before standing. “I’m going to fuck you. Right now, and I can’t go easy.”

  “I don’t want you
to.”

  Yup. Dead.

  Reaching down for my jeans, I grab a condom. I tear the package open and grip my cock as I slide the condom on, drinking in every single inch of her. “God, I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you.”

  Her eyes are hooded and her lips part as she moves her hands down her stomach. “You have?”

  “Oh, fuck yes.” I moan as I grab hold of one of her legs.

  “I couldn’t tell.”

  “Because you were fighting it,” I say, taking hold of her other leg. She cries out as I guide myself into her and go to the hilt. “And I was too.”

  When I start to move out, ever so slowly, I’m met with the most amazing moan, one that hits me straight in the gut, and fucking fuck, that dude is an idiot for leaving her. For I’m pretty damn sure I just found my cock’s home. Gripping her by the back of her thighs, I move in and out of her, each thrust harder and more demanding. Her body moves with each of my thrusts, her breasts bouncing as she digs her nails into my arms. Her eyes are closed, her back arching as I pound into her, needing all of her. Every single ounce.

  Wrapping her legs around me, she grips hard as her orgasm hits. I wasn’t even ready, it is so fast, and when she cries out, I am in awe of her beauty. Taking me by my arms, she brings me down and kisses me as her pussy clenches my cock. Nibbling at my bottom lip, she smiles at me before whispering, “Your turn.”

  I’m confused until she rolls us over, getting on top of me before she starts to move up and down my cock. Taking hold of her ass, I guide her as my toes curl, and I memorize every single inch of her body. She is perfect. Fucking perfect. Pressing her hands to my chest, she moves her legs up over my thighs, cupping my balls with her feet as she bounces on my cock. I’ve never had a woman ride me like this or look as fucking great as Vera does. Breathless, I hold on to her hips as she goes deeper and deeper, my cock so deep inside her I honestly can’t take it.

  I try to hold off, but I’ve been thinking of this woman for way too long to even try. Squeezing her hip, I yell out as my knees come up, stopping her but also pushing her forward so she comes down, her mouth a breath from mine. A grin is on her face as she moves her fingers along my jaw until they are lost in the hair on my chin. She runs her tongue along my lips, and I’m still jerking up into her, riding my orgasm as my mind catches up with my body.