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I had to shake my head a little at how far I was getting ahead of myself, and instead, force myself to focus on the present, including getting my shit together and not losing control completely at just how good Heather felt around me.
Even in the dim light of the study, I could see the whiteness of her knuckles as she gripped the back of the chair. I smoothed her hair from her neck and kissed her, savoring the salt of her sweat just as much as her shudder.
I had my fair share of women, especially when I was out and about with Jason, but this just felt different. Maybe it was the fact that I never trusted any of them to actually bring them home, preferring to take them to hotels.
“Please,” Heather whispered. My pulse pounded, and I could feel myself throbbing in time within her.
“Please, what?” I leaned forward so I could cup her breasts in my hands, making her hum quietly. Fuck. The noises she made. The noises I wanted her to make.
“Need this,” she keened. “Need you.”
Her begging for it nearly made me lose control, but I held on—barely. My knees bracketed hers, and the leather chair squeaked in protest. I stilled even though all I wanted to do was move, pump in and out of her, and push her past her brink as many times as I could. To fall over that edge, too.
And yet, I couldn’t ignore the bittersweet twinge in my chest at the idea of Heather needing me. She probably didn’t mean it like that, and it was ridiculous for me to read this much into pillow talk—the things she might say when I was buried to the hilt inside her body.
But whoever had hurt her was going to pay for it—starting with me, right now, helping her forget every fucking detail of anyone who came before me.
Literally.
“You’re going to come for me again,” I breathed into her ear, forcing both of us further down into the chair. I held my weight carefully over hers, gently pressing a hand on her stomach to adjust the angle until I knew it was going to be just right. “And again.”
“I don’t think—I don’t know—” she stuttered inanely, her entire body trembling.
“I didn’t tell you to think. I told you to come.” The hand I’d pressed to her belly delved lower and found her sweet spot again as I thrust upward. “Again. And again.” I circled her in time to my thrusts, lavishing her neck with my tongue and taking note of all the things she responded to, all the touches, caresses, and rhythms on her frequency.
I wouldn’t call myself an attentive lover because that would be oversimplifying things. There was nothing that turned me on more than my partner getting off. It was borderline selfish and completely obsessive, but I was addicted to it.
“God,” Heather hissed, her body stiffening. “Oh, my God.”
“Come for me.” I didn’t stop thrusting or rubbing her as I dragged my teeth along her neck, hoping the chair would hold us for as long as we needed it to.
“I am, I am, I am,” she whimpered and clenched around me, making me bite back a groan.
“You’re going to do it again,” I growled in her ear, shifting our angle again, straining to hold on, and reaching the edge of my sanity. “For me.”
Heather’s hiccuping breath could have been a sob. “I haven’t…s-stopped…coming.”
“Fuckkk,” I rasped, losing all semblance of control. I jerked my hips against her once, twice…and then I was free-falling, bracing both of us against the chair, holding her to me, and coming so hard that I couldn’t see straight as I buried the sounds I wanted to make in the juncture where her neck met her shoulder.
When I could be sure I wasn’t going to stagger, I carefully withdrew, whipping off the condom and tying it quickly before tucking myself away.
Heather was slower to recover, her chest heaving as she turned around so she could sit in the chair. Her hair was also all messy, and her cheeks were rosy red and delicious.
She looked so fucking hot. So much so, I could have bent her over that chair all night.
“I really don’t think this should happen again,” Heather said after a while, trying to put her appearance back in order. She could pull her hair back from her face and straighten her clothes, but with those swollen lips and flush, it was still clear she’d just been thoroughly pleasured.
“That’s what you said last time,” I joked.
“Graham, I’m serious.”
“Why not? We’re both adults.”
“I’m not going to be here forever. I don’t want things to get messy or complicated.”
That was my cue to make things as messy and complicated as possible, so I could get Heather to stick around. I didn’t intend to find another nanny, and if there was someone around who could both surprise and satisfy me, then it felt like a two birds one stone situation.
A win-win.
