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“Yes, ma’am.” This time, I set a pace and threaded a finger into her. So fucking wet. I had no more blood left in my brain. My entire supply throbbed in my erection.
She groaned. “When you say ‘ma’am,’ I can’t hold back.” Her breath stilted over a gasp. I thrust my finger once and that was enough. “Cody. Oh my god, Cody. Yes. Yes!”
She came hard. Heat flooded from her, and I kept lapping at her little nub. Her body shuddered against my face, and I planned to keep going, to get another orgasm from her, to hear my name spill from her lips because part of me was inside her. I watched her as I devoured her.
A light flicked on above us from the house.
“Fuck.” I scrambled back until I was a few feet away from her and caught her stunned blink. She hurried to drag her shirt into place. Craning her neck, she glanced up, worry, shock, and dammit, disappointment etched into her flushed features.
I’d fucked up as soon as I touched her.
* * *
Tova
I was too afraid to move. I couldn’t get busted on my third week of being a nanny with the face of the dad in my crotch.
Ugh. I knew better.
The stark terror blazing across Cody’s face told me everything. He regretted all of this. He didn’t want to be attracted to me. He wasn’t ready to rebound. And we were in the house he’d shared with his dead wife.
Another light flipped on. A faint “Daddy?” could be heard.
Cody pushed back and up. “Shit.Shit. Wait here.”
He rushed inside, and I was left with a throbbing core and a bruised ego.
I rubbed my hands against my face and sat up. My shirt and shorts were still crooked. His command resurfaced.Wait here.
I couldn’t do that. Did I want to sit outside and find out if I was going to be fired or not?
Before I went to bed, I texted Thelma and told her all was well. Would I have to call in an SOS? I didn’t picture Cody pushing me out of the house and slamming the door behind me, but I also didn’t know him that well.
Or worse, would he ask me to stick around and be his striptease piece of ass?
Would I say yes?
I had made a monumental mistake with Frederick, and it affected my ability to care for my mom. This seemed so much worse. A two-month gig, and I’d fucked it up for a hot dad playing guitar without a shirt.
I got up and crept into the house. I would crawl into bed, and maybe he’d see that I was gone and decide to pretend he didn’t lick me to an amazing orgasm. I couldn’t even get myself off that fast or hard.
Could I pretend what we did never happened?
I risked using the main-level bathroom. I could hear his low rumble upstairs while he consoled a crying Ivy.
I was responsible for her being scared that her dad had ditched her in the middle of the night. My track record was getting better and better. The sink had recently been used. Of course, he’d had to clean me off of him before consoling his distraught kid.
I chewed on my guilt while I washed my hands and splashed my face. A quick glance in the mirror, and I skated my gaze away. My face was flushed, my eyes bright. I might be filled with remorse and regret, but my body was humming and hoping for more.
I hated to think Cody was feeling the same, only his remorse was likely more acute. I made mistakes when it came to men, but I wasn’t used to being the mistake.
Opening the door, I was met with a tall, grim, still shirtless man blocking my way.
I gasped and slapped a hand over my mouth just as the inhale was turning into a yelp.
My brain calmed, immediately registering the broad expanse of his chest and how he was towering over me, and I liked it. The wide shoulders capped with muscle. The abs begging for my fingers to run over them. The hard pecs with the scattering of chest hair. Cody wasn’t manscaped, and I didn’t know that was my thing until now.
“We should talk about—”
