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I chuckle. “Told you I’d give you something to do with your mouth, didn’t I?”
I’ve always been a dirty talker in bed, but something about Kenna brings it to another level. She’s so sweet and innocent looking, and I can’t help wanting to corrupt her.
Kenna sits up, looking suddenly nervous. She shifts to stand up and I sit down on the lawn chair, sitting it back up while she kneels in front of me. I’m pumping myself, my hand slick with her juices, and I’m close already, biting my lip to keep myself from coming.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says in a small voice. “You’ll have to teach me.”
I frown, looking down at her wide blue eyes. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, honey,” I say gently, but then Kenna smiles and leans her head forward, slipping me into her mouth. She gags once, twice, and it takes everything in me not to thrust up into her mouth.
“You’re doing wonderful, honey,” I tell her, and she drags her tongue along the underside of my cock as she takes me deeper, putting her hands on my thighs and digging her fingernails into my flesh.
I reach down to grab her ponytail, popping her off me and groaning at her wide open mouth, her watering eyes.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her, gasping out breaths, and Kenna nods, putting her head back down and taking me nearly to my base, using her hand to circle my base.
Instead of moving her head, she hollows her cheeks, sucking hard, and swirls her tongue around me and my vision starts to fade out. It’s been so long, and when I explode into her mouth, I thrust up instinctively and Kenna gags again.
“I’m sorry, honey,” I murmur, seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, but she’s smiling, swallowing, licking her lips.
“You taste good,” she says hoarsely, and I pull her up into my lap, my heart beating wildly.
“You’re something else, Kenna Lodge,” I mumble, kissing along the side of her face.
She giggles, seeming giddy, and wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers playing in the hair that’s gotten too long at the nape of my neck.
I know that I should stop this. I know that I should push her off me, let her down gently, tell her that this is a mistake. She’s gotten too close. Too close to my kids, and if I’m honest, too close to me. I’m getting used to seeing her every day, the way she yawns so wide she cracks her jaw in the mornings, how she looks when she’s making the kids Mickey Mouse pancakes.
I’m getting in too deep, and I know that this isn’t sustainable. She’s twenty-two, for God’s sake, and she’s my employee. Not to mention my ex-wife's niece.
There’s so many reasons that this can’t happen, and only one reason that I’m letting it. The kids aren’t here. It’s just us for the weekend, and maybe wecanpretend for a while.
I feel happier than I have in years, and I don’t want to let that go.
Not yet.
20
KENNA
I’ve never been happier in my life. I know that this might not last, that Derek can be hot and cold especially when it comes to the two of us hooking up, but this weekend feels...different. His green eyes are warm instead of blank and cold like when he’s rejecting me, and we spend hours out by the pool, talking and drinking and kissing.
This is what I want. This isallI want, someone like Derek. A family like his. I can’t deny to myself anymore that I’m in love with him, and I love his kids just as much. I want to be part of this family, and not just as the nanny.
This is the way to do that, right? Maybe he’s considering it too? He’s certainly been a lot more open with me than he had been before.
“What’s your favorite movie?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbow on one of the lawn chairs, sitting next to Derek. I’m starting to get sleepy from the drink I’ve had and the late hour, but I don’t want to close my eyes. I don’t want this to end.
“Big Trouble in Little China,” he says without hesitation.
I stare at him. “What’s that?”
Derek groans and covers his face with one hand, peeking at me from between his fingers. “You reallyareyoung.”
I laugh and stand up, yawning so widely that my jaw cracks.
Derek’s looking up at me, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Tired?”
“A little,” I admit with a pout.
