That’s what I need to do right now. Not fall down this rabbit hole of delusion.
Picturing a whole ass life with the man I nanny for wasnoton my bingo card this year. But now, as I draw Sailor a bath filled with her favorite bubbles and her Scuba Barbie, more flashes of what could be overtake my thoughts.
And I… I think I like what I see.
CHAPTER FIVE
The reoccurring playlist of the different sounds Hailey makes has been on a constant loop through my mind. I replay her laughter, her gasps, and even the way she snorts a boisterous laugh when she finds something hilarious.
There’s been no reprieve from the visions of the stunning redhead who has become a part of my daily life.
I long to squeeze her curves, feel her supple skin in my hands, rake my teeth against her breasts.Tasteher.
If I could only be so fucking lucky.
All week I’ve had to remind myself she’s here for two reasons—Sailor and a paycheck. Although she stated otherwise last week when she stayed for dinner, making it perfectly clear how she feels about Sailor.
“I want to put her to bed...”
What do you want withmethen, sweetheart? Seems like we’ve strayed past the line of employer-employee, and are treading lightly in the friend zone.
And a friend is all Hailey Shea can ever be. My nanny is off-limits, no matter how bad I want to taste her, touch her, andfeelher.
Speaking of my dick, this is the third morning in a row I’ve woken up painfully hard. Clearlyhedidn’t get the memo about not crossing any lines.
Lazily, I look at the alarm clock and realize I’ve hit snooze too many times and now I’m running late. Hailey’s likely already downstairs getting Sailor fed.
“Ugh,” I scoff, tossing my comforter to the side before I swing upright, my bare feet hitting the cold flooring. Palming my aching shaft, I adjust myself in my pajama bottoms, heading to my en suite.
Peppermint assaults my mouth, counteracting the inevitable morning breath, as I brush my teeth, but by the time I finish, my morning wood hasn’t calmed the fuck down.
Glancing at myself in the mirror, my jaw clenches as I tell myself to stop acting like a teenager and ignore my hard-on.
Then my thoughts drift back to Hailey and I’m a goner.
Flipping the lock on the bathroom door, I stalk back to the sink and stare at my reflection again for a moment, silently chastising myself for letting my fantasy run rampant.
Then I push down my pants.
My dick springs free, thick and engorged, and I waste no time wrapping my palm around it, stroking the way I’ve done countless times.
Only unlike the times before, a certain redhead flashes through my mind as I pump from root to tip.
This is so wrong.
“Fuck,” I moan. Why does wrong feel so damn good?
Releasing my dick, I spit into my open palm, then grip my shaft tighter.
Bracing myself with one hand against the bathroom counter, my hips thrust in time with my strokes, and I tip my head back in pure blissful agony.
With each charge forward, I inch closer to my release. I fuck my hand with fervor, my mind never straying from Hailey. I picture her smile, and the way her lips would look so pretty wrapped around me.
Would she take me down her throat, letting me fuck her face until she swallowed every last drop? Or would she prefer to be in charge, guiding me to my release with precise flicks of her tongue against?—
My balls tighten, and that’s the only warning I have before I detonate, coming so hard my hand slaps against the counter and I groan long and hard as my cum shoots like a geyser against the lower cabinets.
My body hums in relief as I expel days of pent-up tension, the evidence now pooling on the floor. But I give myself a minute, my eyes closing as my chest rises and falls while I come down from heaven.
