NICK
Big, blue eyes turn sultry as Abby leans over to place my food in front of me. But instead of her pink uniform, she’s rocking that tube-top dress that gives me a clear view of her killer cleavage. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asks softly.
“There is one thing you can do.” I pat my lap.
She gives me a flirty smile and straddles me. “Like this?”
I fill my hands with her gorgeous ass and grind her against me. “Come here. Let me kiss you.” She comes closer, but like a whisper, her lips only graze mine.
“Are you sure we should do this?” Her blonde hair tumbles over her shoulders, and I take it between my fingers. It’s like silk. I wanna feel it against my chest as I fuck her.
“God, yes.”
Her fingers rake through my hair. “You’re off limits.”
I groan. “You are too, but you feel so damn good.”
“But you don’t even like me.” Strangely, she doesn’t voice the question, but I hear it nonetheless.
Gently, I grab her beautiful face and drag her mouth to mine. “I like you more than I should.”
Between hungry kisses, she pants, “What if I slid my dress down a little? Like this…”
Yes. She should absolutely slide that dress down.
I swallow as she tugs the material that slowly reveals creamy white skin. Her tits are plump, and the first hint of her pink nipples comes into view—
Good morning, Charming! Rise and shine, mothercluckers! It’s a beautiful day out there. Let’s get to the traffic report.
What the fuck?
God, it’s my morning alarm.
I groan and slap the damn thing until it shuts up.
Reaching down, I fist my morning wood. Christ, what a dream.
As I lie in bed, I replay every moment. Her sultry eyes, her beautiful full lips, her incredible rack. Eager to reach the finish line, I grip my cock tighter.
The dream slowly bleeds into reality, and I have to admit I enjoy spending time with Abby. That sweet, embarrassed smile she’s always giving me gets me every time.
My kid’s nanny shouldn’t be so damn hot.
My kid’s nanny.
Guilt instantly sets in. Fuck, I shouldn’t be jerking off to thoughts of my neighbor. I swore I’d keep things completely professional. She already got screwed over by Ezra. She doesn’t need me being a creep.
I jump out of bed and take the coldest shower I can endure. With angry swipes of my hand, I lather my body and rinse off.
I shouldn’t have returned home for lunch yesterday. Things were going well until that point. I’d been coming in pretty late because I needed to get some research done at the library, and she’d give me a quick rundown of Hazel’s day, then book it next door.
Part of me feels guilty for hiring Abby. She didn’t want this job, not after I turned her down initially. My daughter adores her, though, and Hazel’s safety and happiness have to be my priority.
But that doesn’t lessen the guilt.
My cell buzzes with a text.
Coach: Do you still need a nanny? The provost’s niece was runner-up on some nanny show. He says she’s great. I’m sending you her number.
