I pushed down and the condom unfurled itself around his hard shaft. It gripped him snugly. Slowly I lowered my head. Inch after inch he sank into my lips until my lips were pressed against his groin. He was nestled in my throat, throbbing and rock hard as I gazed up at him with a victorious look.
"Hannah," he groaned. "Fuck, you're too much you know that?"
I could only hum in agreement. That vibration sent his hips jerking as he bucked into my throat. I came up for air as I wiped saliva from my lips and chin as he watched with admiration. He scrambled to get up, but I pushed against his chest and straddled his lap.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I whispered.
Christian nodded hard. "So damn bad."
I didn't tease him, I wasn't that cruel. Instead, I gripped his cock and steadied it before I slowly let myself sink down on his hard flesh. He bucked, jolted, moaned, and grunted as I took him in. By the time he'd bottomed out inside of me, I was in heaven.
"Too much?" he asked with a smug grin on his lips.
My answer was to lift myself upwards and slam back down hard.
My nipples were peaked hard as pleasure swept through me. Suddenly, I was lost. I raised and lowered myself again and again as the sound of my wet pussy hitting his groin reached my ears.
Christian was a wild man. He spanked my ass until it felt as if my cheeks were glowing. I shoved a hand between us and stroked my clit until the point of ecstasy. When I became too tired to bounce on his cock, Christian had no problem moving me. He grabbed my hips and guided me up and down as I moaned and held on for dear life.
Our mouths connected and our tongues caressed each other. We kissed so hard our teeth clashed, but we didn't care. Together, we panted and moaned.
Then he held me in place and began to ram into me. After that first rough thrust, he rutted like he was desperate for my pussy until he bucked and swore. "Need to come," he groaned. "Right now."
I wrapped my legs around his back. "Come for me baby."
Christian gripped me hard, his breath in my ear as he worked himself harder.
His cock twitched and pulsed inside me as I clenched down and buried my face in the crook of his neck. At that moment, a powerful orgasm tore through me and left me spent. I was high among the clouds, with him buried deep inside me, as he found his release.
We stayed wrapped up in each other's arms for a long time. Neither of us wanting to move. The heat and closeness of his body lulled me into a comfortable state. I yawned and nestled against him.
He gazed down at me.
"What?" I asked quietly.
Christian shook his head.
I wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but I knew it was better to leave it alone at the moment.
I was content.
He was content.
There was no reason to ruin the moment.
Chapter Twenty
Christian
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I stepped through the door and stared.
"We were—um—it's a long story," Hannah said sheepishly.
"Why are you both covered in paint?"
"We're paintings Daddy, duh!"
"Yeah, duh." Hannah grinned. "Clearly, we belong somewhere hung up in museums."
Both of them were painted head to toe in a barrage of colorful pastels. Annie had whiskers on her face. Hannah sported hearts and shapes on her cheeks. I could see the paint as it extended up and down their bodies, both of them covered as they stood there in their swimsuits. My eyes softened at Annie, but when they landed on Hannah—it was a different story.
Damn, she looked amazing.
I had a harder time denying my intense attraction, or her with each passing day. It had been a little over a week since we'd started having sleepovers. As she stood there in the bright blue bikini, brown hair trailing down her shoulders and those deep blue eyes trained on me, I felt my heart skip a beat. There was no way any woman should look so beautiful when covered in paint. It struck me then that unlike all my past relationships, I still wasn't bored with our arrangement. I loved it. I loved having her.
I wagged a finger at both of them. "Don't you two start. And don't say duh. Is Hannah teaching you bad habits?"
Annie smiled. "No, Daddy. Hannah is the bestest nanny ever."
"See?" Hannah huffed. "The bestest. How dare you?"
I sighed and shook my head. The two of them together were a force to be reckoned with and I often found myself outvoted. So far, we'd gone mini golfing, played at an in-the-dark-glow tag place, gone fishing and visited the waterpark. Twice. They both loved to rip and run. I felt like the old man trying to keep up.
"Go upstairs and pick out your clothes for after your bath," I told Annie. "How are we going to eat dinner if you're covered in paint?"
"Like this," she said as she mimicked eating with the very tips of her fingers and teeth.
"Go," I said as she giggled and ran off. When she was up the stairs, I stalked closer to Hannah. "What am I going to do with you?"
"I thought we already discussed hanging me in a museum." She grinned. "I am a work of art, after all."
"You're a piece of work," I grumbled. "Don't know about art."
Hannah flourished her brush and poked it into my cheek. When I gasped at her, the grin only widened and she quickly started to pack up her paints.
I grabbed her and yanked her against my body.
Her eyes went wide when she felt my erection. "Annie will be back down. What are you doing?"
"Can those paints be used upstairs?" I asked.
Hannah chuckled. "Not really, but I did also buy the edible kind," she breathed.
My dick jumped to attention immediately. I hated when she used that husky, breathy voice to fuck with my head. It always worked and I was left wanting and waiting until bedtime rolled around.
As if she'd read my mind, she reached down, gripped my cock and squeezed through my slacks.
"That is just uncalled for," I scolded. "You don't play fair."
"Who ever said I was fair?" She clicked her tongue. "That seems more like your problem than mine."
I shuddered as she rubbed me through my pants. The warmth of her hand against my hardness made me want to turn her around and fuck her against the counter. I gripped her hair and kissed her hard until we were both breathless and panting in each other's arms. "Don't tease me," I warned. "You know how good I am at punishing you."
"Maybe I want to be punished," she purred against my lips. "You don't know what I'm into." Hannah grinned at me.
I felt myself grow harder. How the hell can one woman drive me so insane? She was damn good at it too.
"Daddy! I'm ready for my bath now," Annie sang from the top of the stairs.
"I’m coming honey," I called up before I gripped the back of Hannah's neck and pulled her close. I planted one more kiss on her plump lips before I quickly turned and walked away. I was going to get myself into trouble. And I welcomed it.
After bath time for Annie and a shower for Hannah, both of them were clean again. They both had faintly pink skin. Hannah smelled like the citrus body wash that she'd smuggled into my shower. She didn't like smelling like pine apparently. But she liked it when it was on my skin. One lick of me made her writhe with passion and bliss.
Hannah was kind of perfect.
We had our dinner in front of the TV for once. The sound of the cartoon played through as I glanced over at Hannah. She caught my eye and smiled before she licked her bottom lip then, let her teeth sink into the plumpness.
I swallowed hard.
Damn it.
She knew just how to keep me hanging on. As soon as dinner was finished, I tucked Annie in and came back downstairs to help with the dishes. I found her with her headphones on her ears while singing and rocking her hips. I froze, mesmerized by her. Hannah was effortlessly beautiful. It tightened something in my chest and made me crave her. As I watched, she wiped a hand across her cheek.
I walked up to her, wrapped my arms
around her waist and kissed her throat.
She jumped and hit me with soapy hands. "Don't just sneak up on someone," she scolded.
"Why not? I never saw you dancing before, or heard you singing like that."
Hannah grinned. "There's a lot about me you don't know."
Those words bothered me for some reason. I knew what we were doing was just sex, but she was right. There was so much about her that I didn't know. I wanted to find out more. I kissed her nose.
She smiled.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," I said seriously, stepping back and releasing her.
She frowned. "What is it?"
"Nothing to worry about," I said quickly to relieve her fears. "I actually wanted to talk to you about how much you've been staying over lately. I figured if you're going to be spending the night so much over here, you might as well move in."
Hannah blinked at me. "What?”
“I figured if you're going to be spending the night so much over here you might as well move in,” I repeated.
“Are you asking me to move in?" she asked incredulously.
I laughed. "What else would you think I'm saying?"
She slapped my arm. "Don't be a jerk. I'm just surprised."
"Well, what do you say?" I asked as I wrapped my arms back around her. "Annie loves you, and I would love it if you were here full time."
Hannah tapped a finger against her chin. "I'm not so sure about that. Let me think it over."
I blinked at her in surprise.
She burst out laughing.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. Of course, she was screwing with me. I grabbed her and hugged her.
"Of course, I'll stay. I love working here and I like you too. It'll be nice not to have to commute so much."
I sighed in relief. "Next time, don't give me a heart attack."
"I'll try to behave," she purred.
"I highly doubt that," I mumbled as my lips hovered over hers.
We kissed and she sighed against me. My body grew hot just at that sound. I was on dangerous ground. I knew that. With Hannah, I had to be careful or things might unravel in a bad way.
Chapter Twenty-One
Hannah
I'd settled into the house nicely and without too much fuss. Christian had helped me with the few boxes I brought, and Annie with decorating my room. My usually downplayed colors had taken on a noticeably pink theme in my bedroom, but she liked it better that way. Every morning when I walked out of my room, Annie threw her arms around me and told me how happy she was that I was living with them.
At first, I'd been apprehensive about the move.
Sleeping with Christian was one thing, living with him was entirely something else. I knew there was a real possibility that I might fall for him and I knew that wasn't what he wanted.
It wasn’t what I want either. I kept trying to convince myself that was true, but it was hard. How could anyone not fall for Christian? He was funny, strong, sexy, and a complete sweetheart. Just thinking about him made me smile. I quickly wiped it off of my face and glanced up as loud knocking came from my door. "Gee, I wonder who that could be?"
A giggle came from the other side. "It's Annie.”
“Oh, right.”
“Are you going to read me a story?" she asked from outside.
I opened my door and smiled at her. "I thought Daddy was reading it to you."
"He was, but I want you to come tonight." She grabbed my hand. "Come on. Daddy reads one and then you read one."
"Ah, is that how it works?"
She nodded vigorously. "Yep!"
I shook my head and smiled at her softly. Ever since I'd moved in, she hadn't wanted to be away from me. The other night she'd had a sleepover in my room and we'd stayed up watching movies, painting our nails, and trying to hunt Christian down for a makeover. He'd avoided us just in time.
“Let’s go then,” I said and we walked to her bedroom together.
Christian glanced up and grinned at me. He was still dressed in his work clothes minus the jacket, and looked pretty edible. I wanted to fan myself as I settled in. I was given my reading assignment for the night and we both read our allotted books until Annie passed out while clutching one of her bears.
"My room?" Christian asked.
"God, yes. I've been waiting all day."
Christian laughed. "Somebody has no shame."
"Shame? I want to fuck you. What's so shameful about that?"
“If you have to ask then there is no hope for you.”
I winked seductively at him which made him laugh.
We were so desperate for each other that we didn’t even make it to the bed. I got fucked standing and pushed up against the door. By the time he'd finished, I was hot and exhausted. He carried me to bed and I curled up against him. He wrapped an arm around me while I tried to catch my breath.
"I was just thinking that you keep surprising me. Honestly, it's like when I think I know everything about you then I realize I don't know a thing. You intrigue the hell out of me," he whispered in my hair.
I smiled. "I'm nothing but myself. That's it."
"It's more than that," Christian said with a shake of his head. "You're really fascinating."
I could feel my cheeks start to burn. I wasn't used to compliments being showered on me so generously. Not knowing what to say, I traced a finger over his abs and enjoyed the smoothness of his skin. "Can I ask you something?”
“Ask away,” he said lazily.
“Why is it you don't do relationships?”
He froze.
Now, I wished I had never asked as a weird silence filled the room.
Then he started speaking, "My ex-wife cheated on me with my half-brother." He laughed dryly. "My brother has always hated me and constantly wanted to get back at me because I'm my father's favorite. It's not like I can help that or even agree with my father showing favoritism, but now he's bitter about the whole thing. Anyway, Daphne up and left me and Annie for him. I thought we had something permanent and she just walked away from everything like we were both nothing. People warned me, in the beginning, she was only chasing the money, but I didn't listen."
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "That sounds awful."
Christian shrugged. "It's in the past, but it has given me trust issues. I look at everyone twice and question their motives. I promised myself that I would never leave myself that vulnerable again in a relationship. I couldn’t even trust my own brother. I gave him his start in life, I bought him his house, and he betrayed me. I can never forgive him."
My heart ached for him. I could hear the emotion he tried so hard to restrain, but the way his heart sped up underneath my ear showed he wasn't doing too well on that front. I wanted to take all of that pain away from him, but I knew Christian had to move past those things himself. I couldn't swoop in and save him. That's not how it worked.
I glanced up at him. "Do you think you're capable of love one day?"
Christian seemed to contemplate my words, but something on his face sent a sharp pain to my stomach. I could see the answer in his eyes before he even said a word.
Slowly, he shook his head. "No," he stated quietly. "I don't think I'll ever love again."
Just like that, the sharp twinge became a stabbing pain. Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Why was I doing this? Natalie was right. I’d been setting myself up for a big fall. I'd known from the beginning that it wouldn't be more, but hearing him say he could never love me still rocked me to my core.
I nodded slowly, the only acknowledgment that I could give because if I opened my mouth, I knew I'd cry. Then I slipped out of bed and back into my clothes. The whole time I felt his eyes on me and felt the words on his lips that he never said until I put my hand on the doorknob.
"Hannah. Are we okay? I mean, we said what this was from the beginning, right?"
I glanced back at him.
Our post sex glow still clung to his body, as he looked warm and gorgeous wrapped up
in his sheets.
Usually, I stayed until the very minute before I started falling asleep, but if I had to stare at that pillow tossed hair and those lips slightly puffy from kissing me I was going to lose it. "Yeah, we're okay," I answered without knowing if we really were. "I'm about to pass out though, so I'm going to bed."
"Is that the truth?" he prodded as I tried to slip away.
I wanted to tell him that hell no… that wasn't the truth. Before I'd moved in, I knew I'd fall for him, and it looked as if I'd done just that. I adored Christian. I wanted to be more than his before bedtime snack for the rest of my time in his employment. But I didn’t say it. I knew it would only make him turn tail and run.
I just smiled sadly. "Of course. Don't forget to text me from work tomorrow to let me know what you'd like for dinner. Annie and I are cooking. Night, night."
Christian nodded. "Goodnight, Hannah."
I couldn't get out of the room fast enough. My feet carried me into my bedroom and I collapsed on my bed in a heap. My chest ached, my eyes burned, and I buried my face in my pillow to muffle the groan that echoed from my throat.
Natalie's words played on a loop in my brain.
How could I be so naive? There was no way I would ever be anything more to Christian than a good lay. Seriously, had I lost my mind? I curled up, yanked my blanket over my body as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and forced myself to go to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hannah
I spent the entire next day questioning everything.
Christian's words replayed for me, the finality in his voice like a hammer driving it all home. I couldn't concentrate all day, half-heartedly coloring and playing with Annie until it was time for dinner. When Christian came in, I avoided his eyes and went on as if everything was normal. What choice did I have?
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