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For a moment, the world spins as a dizzying array of sensations filters through my brain. My scalp burns where Noah pulled my hair, my throat is a bit scratchy, and there’s a pleasant burn radiating through my ass cheeks that matches the feeling deep inside me.
I push up from his desk, papers sticking to my sweaty skin, and quickly pull them away. Within the silence of the room, an awkward tension rushes in, and I hesitate to turn around and face Noah.
You mean your boss? Who you just fucked?
I can’t stay frozen in place forever, though, so I slowly turn, coming eye to eye with Noah as he stares down at me. And there it is.
He’s smiling.
Noah reaches to push one of my curls behind my ear. It’s oddly tender, considering the deliciously wanton sex we just had.
Looking into his green eyes, I’m genuinely nonplussed. He actually wanted this as badly as I did, enjoyed it, enjoyed me.
Noah’s hand trails down my face and rests at the crook of my neck. He pulls me in for a kiss, deep and lingering.
As his body presses close to mine, I can feel the outline of his buttons against me. It brings my mind back to how naked I am in front of him.
Shyness and self-conscious thoughts swirl through my brain. I’m totally not his type, though, right? Why’d he go for anyone who’s not a supermodel?
When he pulls back, Noah stays close, protecting me from the cool air of his office. Lingering in this moment, I rest my head against his chest.
He smells of sweat and musk and the residual aroma of his expensive cologne. I breathe deep, pulling it all into me and locking it away in my mind for safekeeping.
This is so not what I should be doing, and still, not a single part of me regrets giving myself to him. Sure, I’d fooled around before, but I never really sought out anything more until now.
Working with children isn’t the ideal place to meet someone to date, but beyond that, none of the other guys I’d been around intrigued me the way Noah does. There’s just something about him.
That push and pull between us, and the way I can rile him up, gets my blood boiling even now as I’m trying to come back down to earth. And it’s the way he knows what I want before I even fully understand it.
I didn’t want sweet. I didn’t want demure. I wanted raw and animalistic and all those filthy things I’ve fantasized about when I’m alone in my room.
And as far as first times go, mine knocks everyone else’s out of the goddamn park, I’m sure.
But I’m the nanny, and he’s my dad’s best friend. Between all that and the obvious age difference between us, whatever this is isn’t designed to last.
I’ve thought about all this before, a broken record repeating myself, yet here I am. Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
I return my gaze to his and see my own emotions reflected in those emerald pools. We both know exactly what this was—a diversion, an escape, and most importantly, temporary.
“Well.”
Our voices break the silence simultaneously, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s like some terrible movie where he stands up straight, adjusts his hat, and says he better be moseying along.
Noah steps back, his belt buckle jingling as he pulls his pants back into place. I avert my eyes, some misplaced sense of propriety worming through me, and I retrieve my underwear from the floor.
Sliding them on, I look around for my bra and turn to find Noah handing it to me. My smile is tight and framed by undoubtedly red cheeks as I take it and put it back on.
He steps to the back of the room while I pull on my shorts and T-shirt, clearing his throat as the sound of my zipper pulling up seems to echo in the quiet room.
Holy shit, this is awkward.
“You can turn around, you know. There’s no use in staring at the wall. You’ve already seen me naked.”
I grin at him as Noah turns to face me. He walks closer, that darkness swirling behind his intense green gaze again.
“And what a sight it was.”
My cheeks burn, and I can’t believe I’m getting all worked up after everything that just happened.
