I turned my head toward him.His lips captured mine as he continued to pleasure me.And he didn’t stop until I was coming all over his hand.
He eased his fingers out of me and then painted my release on my belly.
Sighing, my eyes closed and my heart beat a steady rhythm against my ribcage.
“You don’t want to be my girlfriend,” he stated.
“Hmm.Not really.”
“Afraid of commitment?”
“To a man named Bandit?Yes.”
“Ha.”He chuckled.“There are perks to being my girlfriend.”
“What sort of perks?”I asked.
“You get to live with me.”
“I’m already doing that.”
“True,” he said.“You get to drive my truck.”
“Already doing that too.”
“A steady supply of freshly baked sour cream donuts.Cute notes left on eggshells.”
“This isn’t new behavior, Archer,” I said with laugh.
“Exactly my point, Wyn.”He rolled me over, so I was on my back and then he draped his chest over mine.“You’re already my girlfriend; you just haven’t admitted it yet.”
“No.I’m the nanny.For another week.”
He sighed.“Nannies get time off.What have you been doing with your time off?”
I frowned as I pondered the question.
“You spend every day with us.We cook dinner.We watch movies.Face it, Wyn.You were never just the nanny.”
I swallowed.“You pay me.Nannies get paid.”
“Yeah.”
“This isn’t how it was supposed to be.”
“How was it supposed to be?”he asked.
“We’ve never even dated, Archer.”
“What do you think this is?”
I shifted underneath him so I could cradle his hardness against my softness.“This is sex.”
“This is more than sex, and you know it.”
“We did everything all backwards,” I protested.“You’re supposed to meet someone, date them, then have sex, then live together, then get married, then have the kid.”
“Says who?”
