by Lexi Aurora
I leaned down to kiss her, unable to resist those full, pink lips. She kissed me back, her eyes fluttering open as she sighed against my lips. We were still naked, and my cock was rock hard just from waking up in bed next to her. I pulled her against me, slipping my hand between her legs to find that she was soaking wet, her lower lips puffy and swollen with desire. She moaned as I stroked her there, then parted her legs to slide my cock deep inside of her. We laid on our sides face-to-face, my hips rocking against her as she squirmed against me in return.
“Good morning, baby,” I said softly, taking her mouth in a kiss while we fucked in long, luxurious strokes. I was moving slowly, relishing the feeling of her pussy, knowing we couldn’t spend all day in bed like I desperately wanted to. I felt like I could have fucked her all day, like I didn’t want to stop. I felt mindless with need as I slid in and out of her, my hands on her ass to hold her close. I felt her hips start to buck and I knew that she needed me to rub her clit in order to come, knew that was what she wanted, so I reached down and started to stroke it as she moaned. I felt her shudder against me, knew that she was about to let go. I let her come this time, though I was half-tempted to stop myself just to see the look on her face. I found that I couldn’t resist her though, so I pumped deep inside of her until her eyes rolled back and her pussy tightened around my cock, twitching and pulling me deeper.
She pulled away from me before I could come, giving me a sly smile and a kiss. I tried to pull her back, to slide inside of her again, but she pulled away from me and made her way down my body, touching every inch of my chest and abdomen as she went. It only made my cock throb, and I found myself feeling even more out of control as she lowered her mouth to softly kiss the head of my cock with her lush lips.
“This is one of my fantasies, boss,” she said, wrapping her mouth around the head of my cock and sucking on it tenderly. “Are you going to let me have what I want?”
“Yes,” I said, my throat dry as she sucked harder on just the tip of my cock. Her tongue flicked over the head, then slid back and forth across the top of it, rubbing against the most sensitive spot on my body. My hips jerked up against her face, pressing deeper into her mouth instinctively. She took my cock as I filled her mouth, giving her as much as she could handle. She started to move her head up and down, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock where her mouth couldn’t reach and stroking it up and down. Watching her do it with such passion and obvious enjoyment made it hard not to come right away, but I wanted to hold myself back and watch her longer as she bobbed up and down on my cock.
I lifted her hair out of her face as she pulled away from me, merely licking the length of my cock with the flat of her tongue. She teased the tip along the bottom of my cock, the sensitive line that ran along the middle. I put my hands on her head, unable to help myself, and guided her mouth downward again, pressing inside of it. She started to suck me eagerly, whimpering on my cock. I noticed then that she was rubbing her pussy as she pleasured me, and I came in her mouth at the same time as she cried out with her orgasm, closing my eyes as she swallowed and pulled her face away.
“Good morning,” she said, crawling back up my body. “Do you have to work today?”
“Yeah,” I said, pushing my hair back from my face, leaning forward to kiss her. “I need to go to the restaurant.”
“Ivy and I will have fun,” she said. “But I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too,” I said, feeling warm when she said the words. I felt the same way about her—I didn’t want to leave, but I had no choice.
“What are we doing, Jack?” she asked, looking into my eyes. “Is this just a one night thing?”
Before I could speak, I heard Ivy’s voice on the other side of the door.
“Daddy?” she said. I shot Lauren a look before getting up and getting dressed.
“Should I hide in the closet?” she asked. I nodded, though I regretted having to do so. I didn’t want to hide what I was doing with Lauren but the truth was that I didn’t know what we were doing, and it would only complicate things to get Ivy involved at this stage. I finished getting dressed and opened the closet door for Lauren, who stepped inside with an unreadable look that made me nervous, worried she might be upset that I needed to hide her. I closed the door on her and went to the bedroom door, opening it to see Ivy standing there and looking up at me with her big eyes that matched mine almost perfectly.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said, beaming at me. “Is it time for breakfast?”
“It sure is, honey,” I said to her, taking her hand and letting her lead me down the stairs to the kitchen. I looked up to see Lauren crossing the hall to her own room, smiling when I saw that she was haphazardly dressed, her dress not even buttoned up over her chest. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Where’s Lauren?” Ivy asked.
“I think she’s taking a shower.”
“Is she going to hang out with us today?” Ivy asked. I shook my head.
“You and Lauren are going to spend the day together. I have to go to the restaurant, okay? But I’ll be back for dinner.”
“Okay,” she said brightly, and went about eating. I waited for Lauren, already looking forward to seeing her face again.
Chapter 9: Lauren
I came downstairs, locking eyes with Jack as I walked into the kitchen. The look in his eyes was hot and fierce when he saw what I was wearing—it was nothing too inappropriate, but to him I knew that the simple, innocent white dress would be even sexier after a night of our nanny and boss fantasies. He looked me over appreciatively as Ivy turned around to look at me, waving me over to the table. I sat down next to her and she stood up, carefully pouring me a bowl of Froot Loops that I took graciously, although I hated how sweet they were. I didn’t mind as I sat there eating them, occasionally exchanging flirty glances with Jack over the table.
The doorbell rang and I looked around for Corina, then stood up when I realized she wasn’t there. I thought it must be her outside—it was early in the morning and she could have forgotten her key. I had learned that Corina had the tendency to be absentminded and forgetful, though I had started to love the older woman for her quirky, happy personality. I got up to go to the door and looked through the peephole to see a beautiful woman with sharp features looking angry on the other side. I opened the door hesitantly and peered out at her.
“Hello?” I said. She had her hands on her hips as she stared at me coldly.
“Who are you?” she asked, then shook her head. “Never mind. I don’t care about his whores. Where is my husband?”
I stared at her, my mouth slightly ajar, completely shocked by her words.
“Excuse me?” I said. “What did you just call me?”
“You heard me,” she said disdainfully. “Now if you’re the maid or something, go fetch your boss.”
I stood firm, gritting my teeth. The shock had faded off and was becoming replaced by anger. I narrowed my eyes at her.
“You’re not married to Jack anymore,” I said. “You can’t just—”
She pushed past me then, putting her hands on my chest and shoving me to the side. I stumbled as she went inside, looking around the foyer.
“Jack,” she called in a shrill voice. “Jack, where are you?”
He appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, opening it only wide enough to slip through. He closed it behind him, and I knew it was because he didn’t want the woman to see or speak to her daughter.
“Jack,” the woman said. “I—”
“You need to leave, now,” he said, glaring at her. “I told you not to come to this house.”
“You have my daughter—”
He took her arm then, his grip gentle but firm enough to lead her out of the door, slamming it behind him. She wasn’t even able to finish her sentence before they were gone. My curiosity was overwhelmed but I didn’t listen in. I stood near the door, though, waiting for Jack to come back. Outside, I could hear their raised voices. I couldn’t make ou
t what they were saying, but his wife’s voice was high-pitched and angry, and I could hear the rage in Jack’s tone even from inside.
“Lauren?” came a voice from behind me. I turned around to see Ivy standing in the doorway, staring at me with a puzzled look on her face. “Who is outside?”
“Nobody, sweetie,” I said, unsure of what to tell her. It had seemed like Jack had wanted to keep his daughter away from her mother, but for some reason it still felt wrong to play a part in keeping them apart.
“I want to see,” Ivy said, running toward the door and opening it before I could block her. She opened it a crack and peered outside. I saw Jack and the woman turn to her.
“Hi, baby,” the woman said, kneeling down and putting her arms out to give Ivy a hug. Ivy shrank back, then darted behind my legs to hide. I saw the woman’s face screw up with rage. She hit Jack in the chest with her fists, then turned around to walk away.
“This isn’t the last time you’ll see me, Jack,” she threatened as she got into her car. I watched her pull away, saw Jack turn to us and advance towards the door. He met my eye for only an instant as he approached, then looked away from me with his jaw clenched. I wanted to comfort him, and ask him what was going on but knew that it wasn’t my place. I was his nanny, and we’d only spent one night together. I had no reason to believe that this was anything but casual with Jack, and I didn’t want to cross a line and make him think I was moving too fast.
“Daddy, why was Mommy here?” Ivy asked. “She scares me.”
Jack knelt down in front of his daughter, taking her small body into his arms.
“I’m not going to let your mommy hurt you, baby,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Daddy’s going to keep you safe, okay?”
The little girl nodded, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. He looked up at me then.
“I’ll be in my office,” he said, his voice cold when he spoke to me. It stung to hear that tone, but I understood that he was hurt. I nodded and watched him disappear up the stairs, taking Ivy into the playroom to keep her distracted from worrying about her mother. I thought about Jack and decided to give him some time before I went up to try to speak to him. It was hard to stay away, but I knew it was for the best.
Chapter 10: Jack
I sat in my office , seething with anger, my hands balled up in fists at my desks. I couldn’t seem to get my body to relax no matter how hard I tried—every muscle within me was tense and ready to spring. I wanted to hit something, though I was far from the violent type. Seeing Rebecca had soured my mood, putting a cloud over my head that wouldn’t dissipate. She wasn’t supposed to come by the house at all and she knew that; she was only doing it to torment me, to get back at me for leaving her. She didn’t care about Ivy—her pride was damaged because her daughter had been taken away from her, and she wanted to get me back by taking away the one thing I loved most in the world.
There was a knock at the door about an hour after I had locked myself in my office, and I sighed when I got up to answer it. It was Lauren, and she was looking at me almost shyly through her lashes.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” I said shortly, turning around. She followed me into the room and sat down across from my desk, perched on the edge of her seat as if she was nervous.
“Are you okay?” she asked. I ran my hand through my hair, giving a dry laugh.
“I’m just great, Lauren,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. All of the anger was welling up within me, and every word I spoke felt more and more poisonous.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Is there anything I can do?”
“You can do your job,” I snapped, the words pouring out before I could stop them. “Where is my daughter?”
Lauren had a stricken look on her face.
“She’s watching a movie,” she said. “I just thought—I thought I’d come up and check on you,” she said.
“That’s a nice thought, but I’d rather you didn’t leave my daughter downstairs alone. That’s not what I hired you for.”
She stared at me, narrowing her eyes.
“You can’t treat me like this,” she said. “It’s not my fault your wife—”
“Ex-wife,” I corrected her. “We’re not married anymore.”
“That’s not the point. I didn’t have anything to do with her storming in here. I tried to stop her but she pushed past me.”
“You shouldn’t have opened the door in the first place,” I said. I knew that I was being unfair and yet I couldn’t seem to stop. The stress was overwhelming me, making me feel crazy as I sat there, powerless to stop Rebecca from coming back into my life.
“Jack,” Lauren hissed. “You’re being a massive dick right now.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry,” I said, but there was still pain laced in her features. I knew I had hurt her by snapping at her, by blaming her for what had happened. “I really am.”
“I’d better go downstairs,” she said, her voice hard and cold. “I shouldn’t leave Ivy down there by herself.”
I stood up. “Stop, Lauren. Please. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” she said, and left me alone in the office. I took a deep breath and put my face in my hands, feeling immediately remorseful over the way I had treated her. From the look in her eyes, there was no way she would let me apologize again. I had to give her time to cool down before I approached her, and I only hoped that there was something that I could say to make it better.
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling, resenting Rebecca all over again. I knew she had something up her sleeve, some plan to destroy my life and everything I had built for myself. My ex-wife was the most manipulative person I had ever met and there wasn’t a kind bone in her body. We had married when she’d gotten pregnant and it had been the worst mistake of my life. The only thing I didn’t regret was the fact that Ivy had been born. My sweet, loving daughter was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and despite the way things were with her mother, there was no way I would ever regret that Ivy had been brought into this world.
My mind drifted back to Lauren, the way her face had looked when I’d snapped at her. I felt a pain stab through me all over again, but when I thought about it I knew that it was probably for the better. I didn’t want to push her away but I was worried that the drama of the custody battle would scare her off, anyway. Lauren was young and had a lot of potential, and I would understand if she didn’t want her life complicated by my baggage. I lamented the fact that I couldn’t really be with her—the night before had been so perfect, completely magical, and I didn’t think I would ever be able to get it out of my head.
Chapter 11: Lauren
L ater that evening , Jack sat down to dinner with us. Corina had cooked but then gone to bed without eating, saying that she felt like she was coming down with something. I only hoped that Ivy didn’t catch it—her father had said that she was prone to getting colds even in the summer, and if Corina was contagious there was a good idea the little girl would get sick. I looked at Ivy but she appeared to be fine, eating happily and chatting with her father. Jack kept shooting glances at me, some of which looked apologetic, but I ignored him and focused on my food and conversing with Ivy.
After dinner, I went straight up to my room after telling Ivy goodnight, ignoring Jack completely. I wasn’t surprised when he came to knock on my door about an hour later, and I crossed my room, standing on the other side of it.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“To apologize,” he said in a soft voice. “I really am sorry.”
I opened the door, but didn’t move to allow him in.
“There was no excuse to talk to me like that,” I said. “You know I didn’t just up and leave Ivy—”
“I know,” he said, exhaling in a way that made him look like he was deflating. “I know, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. He reached forward, wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him.
Then he kissed me and I melted against him, unable to help myself.
“You are so good for me,” he said. I pulled away from him then, shaking my head.
“We’re not good for each other,” I said, though I was trembling from his touch. “I don’t—I don’t think this is a good idea. You should go to your room.”
“Lauren—”
“You’re my boss, Jack. We shouldn’t be involved with each other. It’s not right. And Ivy is involved in this,” I said. “I love her. It would break her heart if something happened between us.”
“It would break both of our hearts if we didn’t give this a try,” he said. “You know that. I know you know that.”
I shook my head. I felt tears welling up in my eyes and wiped them away in frustration. I didn’t want to show how much this was affecting me and how painful it was.
“You owe it to yourself to give this a chance,” he said, looking into my eyes.
“No,” I said. “Goodnight, Jack.”
The look on his face was pained, but he nodded. He turned around and went back into his room and I climbed into bed, wishing immediately that I had invited him in. My own bed felt cold and massive compared to the way it had felt to snuggle up against him the night before, and I missed him as I drifted off to sleep, tossing and turning restlessly throughout the night.
I woke up in the morning and went downstairs to find the kitchen empty. I assumed that Corina was still sick and set to work on breakfast, putting together a simple meal of toast and eggs and carrying it out to the dining room. A few minutes later, Jack came down the stairs with Ivy. He met my eye but I glanced away from him, avoiding his gaze completely.