Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
However, could I find something better than this, and would I really want to? I check my cell to distract myself, only to find a text from my dad. Hope all is well in the ’burbs. I’ve just bought a houseplant! Love, Dad x
No, I can’t even think about ditching this job. Dad needs it too much. But that doesn’t mean this is going to be easy. Already, I’m thinking about kissing him again, feeling my fingernails bend against his hard muscles. Holding him tight, refusing to let go.
The look in Gray’s eyes flashes into my mind. It was pure accusation, like he blamed me for the kiss, almost like he resented me for it. The smart thing to do is forget it and pretend it never happened. I’ll wake up tomorrow and go to breakfast with a smile on my face. I’m just regular old Callie, not the nanny who’s fairly certain she’s going to touch herself tonight thinking about her boss.
Chapter Eleven
Gray
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t stop myself as I lock the bedroom door, lie on the bed, and take out my stiff shaft. My desire is throbbing as I stroke my hand from my pre-come-slick tip to my base and then back again, the sound of my palm against my rod loud in the quiet of the night. I close my eyes and return to the kiss, and I can’t hear anything. It’s like I’m really back there.
Only this time, instead of backing off, I sink my hands greedily into her. Then I hold her there as I slide one hand up her thick thigh, under the hem of her floaty dress. I find her neediness dripping wet for me, push aside her underwear and stroke along her folds, find her haven, and push my finger inside.
She grabs onto my arms, pulls herself up, and wraps her legs around me. I growl as I push firmly against her, my cock throbbing, my head a haze of need. She moans as she finds my length, and now, as I stroke my dick, it’s like I can feel Callie’s hand instead.
“I need your tight pussy,” I snarl. “I need to lay you down and see your perfect, curvy body naked. I need to fuck you hard so that every voluptuous inch trembles for me. I’m going to make your body dance for me.”
Fuck, fuck. The voice telling me to quit is getting even quieter. It doesn’t matter if I went weird after the kiss. It doesn’t matter if she decided to act as if nothing happened, and I went along with it. In the fantasy, she’s suddenly lying on her back, pushing her ample and gorgeous tits together, pouting her lips at me.
“Give me your dick,” she moans. “I want it in my pussy. Take me, Gray. Take me. Please…”
It’s like I can feel her warmth wrapping around me. I’m sure I even start thrusting on the bed. I want to be with her so badly. I almost stop stroking myself, go to the guest house, ruining everything—ruining the nanny situation, risking giving myself to a woman who may or may not be playing with me.
Stay in the fantasy. That’s my best plan. I turn her over, imagine her plump ass as she looks over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised. “Is this how you want it, huh? You want to fuck me doggy style and watch my ass bounce for you? Huh? Then do it, Gray, do it… I’m going to come so hard all over your cock.”
I slip my dick between her ass cheeks, find her hole, and push inside. My hand is pumping so fast up and down my length now, making my length get hot with the motion, with the fantasy and knowledge that I could walk through my backyard and maybe, just maybe, make this a reality. We’ll stop playing this game. Stop living in two worlds. Make the choice to fuck, fuck hard—
I bite down as a stream of come erupts from my dick, gushing from my end. I keep pumping, struggling to hold onto the image, the feeling that comes with it— Callie bent over, her ass bouncing against my abs over and over. But then it passes, and I feel like a dirty old man covered in his own release, an inappropriate image of my nanny in my head.
Standing up, I head for the en-suite to clean off, shaking my head when I catch sight of my reflection. Every one of my muscles is tight and taut against my skin like I’ll erupt any second. There’s a savage roar inside me, an unshakable feeling that, shame or no shame, I need to make this fantasy real.
She decided to pretend it never happened. I’ve already gone along with it. The kiss was precious—far more precious than the tempting, wanton thoughts I’d just experienced. Yet the kiss doesn’t exist to her now… or me. All of it is a mirage. I need to let it go.