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“Did you go in an ambulance?” he asks me, and the diversion has worked. “Did they have the lights and siren on?”
“No, I didn’t go in one. Can I help you get back into bed? You’re not going to want to wake up tomorrow.” I walk back to his room with him and tuck him back under the covers. He’s a bit warm, and he definitely caught some sun today. I sit with him until he’s settled down, listening to his questions about first aid and paramedics.
I am wracked with guilt by the time I eventually get back to my bed. I always put Nova first. Tonight, I forgot that, and I made an impulsive decision. I followed my cock, not my head. It’s not like me to just do things without thinking about the consequences. It’s almost impossible to fall asleep, and I toss around restlessly all night.
When the sun starts to creep up, I drag my tired body into the gym, and try to take out some of the pent-up sexual frustration, and the guilt out on a boxing bag. I’ve worked up a decent sweat, and I can almost think straight again, when Sienna strolls into the gym. She looks fresh and rested—like last night never happened. I envy her youthful happiness in the mornings. I punch at the bag that did nothing to me. I watch her stretch, the way she warms up her muscles before she starts her workout. It’s graceful, and beautiful, and shows just how strong she is.
Stopping myself from going back down a dangerous rabbit hole, I move to the stationary bike, so that I cannot see her. Watching her is only going to make my dick hard, and tempt me into a situation like last night that we shouldn’t have been in. If my company PR manager knew I had kissed the nanny, he’d kick my ass. How bad would it look? I’d be painted a villain that took advantage of the pretty young woman.
I wasn’t thinking—I have to think. I have a company, and a kid to think about. The stationary bike can’t go fast enough for the pent-up energy I am trying to get out. I keep going faster, and longer than I normally would. Sweat pouring off of me, my lungs and muscles screaming at me to stop. When I slow down, and sit up, I am dizzy with exhaustion, and I know it is going to be a really long day.
My towel is soaked after I pat myself off, and without a glance in her direction, I escape Sienna and the gym to go take a shower. I think I’d better go and work in the office today, get my head back in the game and off of things I know I can’t have. I turn the water as hot as it will go, strip off my sweaty clothes and step in.
She’s gotten under my skin, and not only that, but she’s wormed in deeper. I like her, and how amazing she is with Nova and me. Sienna is the perfect woman, and she’s the one I can’t touch. I never should have kissed her. It wasn’t right. When she said we can’t, I didn’t want to listen. I wanted to follow this feeling inside me. The one that says Sienna is not just the nanny. She is not just an employee.
Just the flicker of a thought of that kiss and I am standing under the hot water with my dick in my hand. I locked the bathroom door—so nothing would interrupt me. With one hand on the shower wall, I hold myself up, the hot water cascading down my back. I close my eyes and imagine Sienna in front of me. On her knees, eyes up, those gorgeous pink lips wrapped around my aching hard cock. Sucking, and licking me. Taking me all the way into her sassy little mouth, moaning around me.
I’m not someone that chases—anything—but as I chase after my orgasm, I realize that I would chase her. I have never wanted someone more, not just for the way she looks but for how happy she makes my home. The way I feel good when I am near her, I am younger when she is with me. “Fuck.” I growl through my gritted teeth and tense jaw. My cum spurts onto the shower wall as I finally find the release.
It’s a rush of warmth, and my entire body relaxes.
TEN
SIENNA
Lance was weirder than normal in the gym this morning. He didn’t even say hello—and all I can think about is that kiss. He kissed me, and now he’s acting like it didn’t happen. I’m confused, and don’t know how to feel. I had the urge to ask him what the hell his problem was, but his scowl and dark eyes made me think twice. He looked like he was in a filthy mood.
I was the one that stopped things last night. I ran away. I panicked, and didn’t know what to do. Him touching me set my whole body on fire with lust and desire.
Maybe I hurt his feelings, or he has regrets. It could have been a mistake, and when I left, he realized it. He might not have liked it. What if he kissed me and it wasn’t as good for him as it was for me? I’m not the most experienced when it comes to men—I’m not a prude or anything. I just haven’t dated much. Guys were never that into soccer players. They preferred cheerleaders. Now that I am older, meeting potential dates is harder. I don’t drink or go to bars, and I am not playing soccer anymore so that eliminates players—and my bosses are off-limits! That’s why I can’t do this with Lance.
I take ages in the shower, mostly because I am fuming at him for ignoring me this morning, and at the same time, replaying last night over in my head. I wish I hadn’t chickened out. I shouldn’t have run away. Of course, that upset him. It would have pissed me off too. I rejected him twice—I know I did the right thing, but it feels so damn wrong.
I touch my lips, tracing the lines where he kissed me. Remembering the way his strong body pinned me against the wall, the sharp edge of his jaw, and the roughness of his stubble against my soft cheeks. Every part of Lance turns me on, making me want to touch him, which scares me. The temptation is too much. I am afraid of what might happen if we both give in to it. It was hard enough stopping a kiss. I cannot imagine trying to stop if we had gone any further than that.
My entire body is on fire with goosebumps. I touch myself where his hands were, wishing he’d slid his hands under my pajamas. I slide my hand down my body, my fingers slipping between the folds of my pussy, where I am wet and needy. Thoughts of Lance have made me so damn horny that if I don’t touch myself, I might go a little crazy all day. With the warm water flowing over me, I rub my fingers over my sensitive clit. Teasing myself closer and closer. I put my head back and close my eyes—imagining his hands on me. His mouth and fingers touching and pleasuring me.
There’s a moment when I think about his mouth, that tongue down there, and I come. My whole body shudders with the warm waves of pleasure as I keep touching myself, making it last longer and longer. The vivid images of Lance flashing in my head are more intense each time. When I finally come down from my climax, I stand under the water, catching my breath.
It’s wrong. Wanting him this badly is wrong. I need to stop myself.
We are going out today, so I get dressed in a pair of jean shorts, a white shirt, and my favorite Nike sneakers. I braid my hair so it stays out of my face for the day and put a little lip-gloss on. My cheeks are red from being out in the sun yesterday, and I put some extra sunscreen on.
Nova is still out cold when I check on him, and I decide we could all use a good breakfast this morning. I have a full day planned for him and don’t have time to stop for a million snacks. If he eats properly before he takes his ADHD meds, then I know he will be good until lunchtime.
I am heating up bagels when a yawning Nova comes into the kitchen and asks me, “Are you okay?” I frown, and he carries on, “Did Dad save you with the CPR? He said he had to help you.” Oh my god. Nova saw us—no wonder Lance was being weird.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I say and he climbs up onto the counter so he can watch me cook the bacon. “How are you this morning? Ready for a fun day out?” I ask him. My stomach knots and twists, knowing he saw me with his dad last night. I can only imagine what he thinks.
“I’m good. I woke up last night and needed water. Then I saw Dad save you,” he says filling me in on his night while I sip my coffee. “Then I went into his room, and he was having a problem with his pants itching him or something. But you always tell me to get my hands out of my pants.” My coffee almost comes out of my nose as I choke on it, because I can only imagine what his father’s hands were doing down his pants last night after he kissed me like he did.
“It’s terrible manners and unhygienic to put your hands down your pants. You don’t want to be the gross kid in class,” I say, trying to hide the fact I am blushing bright red knowing he caught his father jerking off.
“He stopped, so it’s okay. I will ask him if he washed his hands after,” Nova says, oblivious to what he really saw. It’s a huge turn on for me knowing that kissing me got Lance that worked up, and I can feel how warm my cheeks are when he comes into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” he greets Nova, still not making eye contact with me. “Are you ready for your day?” He engages with the little guy while I dish up a plate for each of them. As much as I like the fact that I could turn him on like that, it was risky. His son saw us, and this whole thing is dangerous ground. I can’t afford to get fired for breaking a simple rule, and it is that simple—it is not allowed under any circumstances. There are no exceptions or bending rules. I would be dismissed immediately.
Kissing and flirting crosses the line. This has to stop. It can’t go any further. In fact, we need to rewind and make it like it never happened at all. “Dad, Sienna is fine today. You did save her. She’s lucky you know stuff.” I have to turn away so that I don’t laugh, because if I look at Lance’s face, I will get the giggles and not be able to stop myself.
