Page 19 of One Hot Daddy

No, I willnotdo that.Shagging the nanny would make me a cliche of the worst sort.

Jennifer glances my way, dragging her tongue over her bottom lip.I'd swear she's staring at my cock.No, she wouldn't do that.I shift my position to hide my growing arousal and snatch up a throw pillow, placing it strategically on my lap.

"Are you okay, Fletcher?"Jennifer asks, her voice now a sensual whisper."You look flushed."

"I'm knackered, that's all."What a bloody liar I am."Sorry, that's not entirely true.I'm a bit...uncomfortable, but I am not exhausted.Not in the least."

Jennifer tilts her head, those green eyes boring into me with an intensity that only makes my condition worse."Why are you uncomfortable?Because we kissed once and it was phenomenal?"

"I thought we agreed to forget about that."

"Well, I didn't get the memo."She slithers off the armchair, crawling toward me on all fours.Her fluidly graceful movements capture all my attention."I don't recall agreeing to anything.Do you?"

Bloody hell.She is flirting with me, isn't she?I grip the pillow tightly, but that doesn't stop me from gawping at her tits.I can see the stiff peaks beneath her gauzy blouse, and suddenly, I realize, she must not be wearing a bra.Those luscious mounds bounce a little every time she adjusts her position in the armchair.My breaths grow faster and harder by the second, and I begin to feel as if a demon has taken over my body.Why else would I do the unthinkable---letting my cock seize control of my brain.

I slide off the sofa and onto my knees, crawling toward her until I'm mere inches away from that sexy body.When she leans toward me, her hair brushes against my cheek, silky and tantalizing.As I glide that hand up toward her breast, my cock becomes a steel rod in my trousers.Jennifer's chest is heaving, just like mine, and my mouth waters, as hungry for her body as I am for hers.

"Fletcher," she whispers, her voice huskier, "Pretty sure I know what you're after, but we can't...not here..."

"Yes, we fucking can."My knees are beginning complain about my awkward position, but I still can't move away from her."I know it's wrong, but I just can't bloody force myself to stay away.Go to your room, Jennifer.Now.Otherwise, I guarantee I'll ravish you."

The aroma of her lust has grown thick and heady around us.The intoxicating scent is driving out all sensible thoughts.But suddenly, I remember the box of condoms I'd bought a few months ago in the desperate hope I'd meet a woman like Jennifer.And now I have met her, I should not seduce her.No, absolutely not.

But then she drags one fingertip down her chest, ever so slowly, until it meets the hem of her blouse.

My heart pounds, and I can barely breathe.

Jennifer grabs my shirt to yank me closer, our mouths almost touching now, her breaths teasing my lips."I haven't been with anyone in two and half years.You're sexy as hell, Fletcher, and I want you so badly I think I might lose my mind."

Her confession unravels the last thread of my self-restraint.It shatters so thoroughly that I gasp and growl like a rabid beast, devouring her mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up lust that's been simmering between us ever since we met, only to burst free in this moment.She tastes like the wine we shared at dinner and something uniquely her.She fists her hands in my shirt more tightly while I deepen the kiss, and my cock has begun to throb painfully, desperate for me to plunge my length into her sheath.

"The children," I mumble against her lips.

"Don't worry, they're asleep in their rooms."She struggles to unhook the buttons on my shirt."We'll be quiet.Besides, my attic room is the only thing on this floor."

I wrap my arms around her waist and hoist her up and into my arms.While I consume her mouth, she roughly explores my arse with her hands.How often had I fantasized about her luscious curves?Constantly.Her warm, voluptuous body presses against me, and the thin fabric of her blouse doing nothing to hide how much she wants this too.

"Upstairs," I snarl between kisses."Now, Jennifer."

I make a brief detour to snag the box of condoms.While I whisk her up the stairs, she continues working at my buttons.We're acting like teenagers, unable to keep our hands off each other for even a second.She lashes her legs around my waist as I grind against her---and somehow keep trudging up the stairs while making very little noise.

"We shouldn't," she whispers, even as her hips rock against mine.

I groan, trailing kisses down her neck."Tell me to stop."

"Oh god, Fletcher..."Her head falls back, exposing the delicate column of her throat."Please, I need you inside me."

Her desperate tone does me in.I hold her close with one arm as I swiftly yet quietly whisk her upstairs to the attic door with trembling fingers.The stairs creak softly beneath our combined weight as I carry Jennifer into her attic room.My heart pounds so hard I'm certain she can feel it through my shirt.Her breath are seductively warm against my neck, and every step fires a heat-seeking missile straight to my groin.I can't hold out much longer.

"Fletcher, are you sure about this?"

I pause on the landing, gazing down at her flushed face."I've never been less sure of anything in my life, pet.But I've also never wanted anything more.This hunger is both right and wrong, and I don't give a toss."

She reaches up to touch my cheek, her thumb tracing my jawline."I don't want to complicate things for your family."

"You won't."The words come out rougher than I intend."This is just us.Just tonight.Then we forget it ever happened."

Jennifer twists the knob for me, and I kick the door shut behind us---making barely a sound.We are alone.Completely alone.I set Jennifer down at the foot of her bed, my hands shaking as I fumble with the buttons of her blouse.Her fingers are steadier than mine, finishing the work she started on my shirt downstairs.When she pushes it off my shoulders, the cool air hits my bare skin, making me shiver.Maybe that sensation occurs only because she's gazing at me like I'm a delicious dessert she can't wait to consume.