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There would be no rushing of this, he told himself. If it took all night, it would take all night, but dammit, he was going to make her love it.
He kept her right on the edge of orgasm, teasing her mercilessly. She rocked her hips and whimpered, but he didn’t allow her to have what she craved. Not yet.
“I’m going to add another finger now,” he told her, and her only reply was a nod.
Slowly, he eased a second finger into her backside and held still while continuing to hit deep inside her with the other. He smiled at her tormented whimpers. She was close.
“Do you need to come?” he asked.
She shoved her ass back at him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then come for me.” He
slipped his fingers out of her backside, and she came around the ones he had inside her pussy. Her orgasm passed and he slipped those out as well and lubed up his cock.
Taking a deep breath to ground himself and to remind himself that he needed to go slow, he lined himself up with his cock pressing against her. Under him, she shuddered.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Her release had left her panting slightly. “I never thought I would say it, but I want it. Please. I’m so empty.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He eased the tip of his cock inside her, relieved with her moans of pleasure that followed. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair. “You like having a cock up your ass?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, and he was pleased she didn’t sound the least bit ashamed or guilty at the admission.
He yanked on her hair. “Ask me to fuck your ass.”
“Please, Sir. Fuck my ass.”
He kept his hand buried in her hair while he pushed steadily into her. “So damn tight. I love the sight of my cock claiming this virgin ass.”
She muttered something, but he couldn’t make out what it was. Based on the way she pushed back toward him, she wanted more, and he gladly gave it to her, pressing forward until she’d taken all of him.
Once he was deep inside her, he held still to allow her time to get used to being filled and to remind himself that her needs came first. He took several deep breaths and pulled her hair tighter. “Good girl, taking my cock. Ready for me to fuck your ass?”
Her body shook with delicious shivers. “Yes, Sir.”
He didn’t say anything else, but started moving inside her, thrusting slowly at first, and as her whimpers of pleasure grew louder, he moved faster. She was so tight, he gritted his teeth, trying to resist the nearly overwhelming temptation to pound into her unrestrained.
Again, he took several deep breaths to clear his mind. This was Lynne, and she had given him her trust. As much as he enjoyed mind games, he didn’t want her hurt in any way.
Feeling calmer, he moved a bit faster, going deeper.
“Please,” she begged.
She was lovely in her submission, and he wanted to give her everything he could. He wanted to taunt and tease her and hold her close and protect her with all he had. He wanted to lasso the damn moon and pull it down to earth for her.
Instead, he gave her what he could in that moment. The pleasure of his body. The warmth of his touch. And gentle whispers against her skin.
Fuck, he was screwed.
• • •
She should have been tired. It had been a very eventful day, what with the practice demo, Simon finding out the truth, the hot sex, the dancing, and more hot sex. But she wasn’t sleepy at all. Some part of her realized she was still running on adrenaline. Surely she would crash and crash hard sooner rather than later. Yet at the moment she couldn’t settle enough to go to sleep.
The room was dark, but a slit in the curtain let through just enough moonlight to bathe the air in whispers of silver. She rolled onto her side, trying to move carefully so she didn’t disturb Simon, only to find him wide-awake and watching her.
“I thought you were asleep, Sir.”
He kissed her lips briefly. “Call me Simon now. And no, though I should be exhausted. It’s been a busy day.”
“I was just thinking the same thing. I figure we’re running on fumes and soon we’re going to putter out completely.” That sounded like something she’d say to Elizabeth or Henry West. “Or, well, give me a second and I’ll think of a more adult analogy.”
He chuckled softly. “I can see why you’re so good with kids. That sums up every two-year-old in need of a nap I’ve ever known.”
“I’m so close to getting my teaching certificate. If I can take two online courses during the fall semester, that should do it.”
“That’s great you’re so close.”
“Yeah, the only thing . . .” She stopped, catching her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from voicing the thoughts that had been turning around in her head lately.
“What’s the only thing?” he asked.
She took a deep breath. He was friends with Nathaniel. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get his opinion. “I hate to put Nathaniel and Abby in a bad spot. I mean, after all they’ve done for me, to just leave them, with Elizabeth and Henry still so young.”
“Wait a minute.” He shifted so he could look at her more fully. “Let’s look at this a different way. First of all, Elizabeth and Henry are Nathaniel and Abby’s kids, not yours. You’re under no obligation to work for them until they go to college.”
“I know, but still.”
“There’s no but still. You work for the Wests. You’re an employee, and you have the right to leave anytime you want to. Although it would be nice for you to give them two weeks’ notice. And as for everything they’ve done for you, they did it of their own free will.”
She shook her head. “It can’t be that easy.”
“Lynne.” He lifted her chin so she looked into his eyes. “It is that easy. I’ve known Nathaniel for a long time, and he would never want to hold you back from doing something you’d want to do just because it’d make life easier for him. Yeah, they’d have to find a new nanny, if they wanted one. And no, you wouldn’t get to live in a huge mansion anymore—”
“I don’t even care about that.”
“I know you don’t. But the point I’m trying to make is, if you want to be a teacher, don’t let anything hold you back, least of all an obligation that doesn’t exist. Life’s too short to live it for other people. You only get one life. Live it for you.”
Her eyes prickled with tears, not from the words he spoke, but from the passion he voiced them with. She felt one fall as she blinked.
“Hey.” He wiped it away with his thumb. “What are the tears for?”
She sniffled. “You. You’re being so nice. I lied to you, and here you are, trying to make me feel better about my career choice and—I don’t know—how’d you get to be so wonderful?”
“I’m not always so wonderful.”
“I’ve never seen proof of that.” She added with a grin, “Not including when you dumped me the last time.”
A look of raw pain came over his face. “I was so wrong to run out on you like that, without giving you a valid reason. I was afraid if you found out about what I really needed that you would look at me differently. Like a monster. And I couldn’t stand the thought of you looking at me like that. So I took the easy way out.”
“And now?” she asked, surprised at where the conversation had turned, but not unhappy about it.
“Now I know that you are strong enough for me. For the truth. And I won’t ever hide it from you again.”
“See?” She smiled. “Completely wonderful.”
“Give me time.”
But she knew better. She could give him all the time in the world and he’d never prove himself to be any less wonderful in her eyes.
“Tell me one thing you’ve done that could possibly prove that,” she dared him.
His thumb still rested against her cheekbone where he’d wiped her tear away. “I couldn’t stay away from you.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m good for you or not.”
“Who says we have to know that now?” she asked. “As long as we’re good right now, isn’t that all that matters?”
He leaned his head down and drew her close. “I don’t know, but I’m willing to act like it is if you are.”
She was still sore from when he’d taken her before bed. Between that and everything else they’d done the day before, there were very few places on her body that didn’t remind her with every move that she’d seen more action in the last twenty-four hours than she
