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She moans and arches her back, pushing herself against me. "Oh, yes, Lance," she gasps. "I love it. I love feeling you inside me."
I kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. She shudders against me, and I feel it when she pussy squeezes against my cock. You're so fucking sexy, Sienna. I can't get enough of you. I want to make you come over and over again."
She bites her lip and looks up at me with lust-filled eyes. "Please, Lance. Don't stop. I want to come again." Jesus, she will make me come saying things like that. I smile and start moving faster, driving her wild with every thrust. She screams my name as she comes again, and I follow soon after, emptying myself inside her.
“Are you awake now?” I ask and she giggles, wiggling underneath me. My cock still inside her twitches as she moves. There’s not going to be time for a round two. I can hear tiny voices outside the door, and I know we need to get cleaned up before we go out there.
EIGHTEEN
SIENNA
The kids wanted one last go on the boat, and Lance sneakily offered to stay back so we could pack up the car. I think he has other plans. After the way I got woken up this morning, I am more than happy to stay here with him. We happily let Nova go off with Brad, Andie, and the boys for some last-minute fun before we all have to go back to reality. I am dreading having to stay in my own room away from Lance. This weekend was amazing, and my stupid heart is falling in love.
I can't help but watch as Lance bends over to pick up our bags. The way his muscles ripple and flex under his t-shirt is intoxicating. I can feel the heat rising in my body as I take in his broad shoulders and strong arms.
He catches me staring and grins, his eyes flickering with desire. "Like what you see?" he teases, his voice low and husky. I bite my lip, feeling a flush spread over my cheeks. "You know I do," I reply, my voice breathless with need.
He drops the bags and strides towards me, his eyes dark with lust. "Then come here and show me," he growls, pulling me into his arms. My body responds instantly, craving his touch. I feel his lips on my neck, his hands trailing down my back, and I moan in pleasure.
"You're so damn sexy," I whisper, my hands roaming over his body. "I can't get enough of you."
He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I melt into him. We're lost in a haze of desire, the outside world fading away as we give in to our primal urges. Forgetting we are out in the open, where anyone could see us.
As he pulls back, I can see the desire burning in his eyes. "Let's go inside while they’re out there," he says, his voice rough with need. "I can't wait to get you alone again." I am going to miss this once we are back at his house. It will be harder to find alone time together. We are not even in the bedroom when the sound of the boat returning stops us. Breathless and a little flustered, we have to pull ourselves right, and pretend we are busy packing up to go home.
All of a sudden Lance seems different, he’s slightly cold, and moves away leaving obvious space between us. His smile is replaced with his usual resting-asshole face, and I think he is disappointed they came back before we could be together again.
I’d be lying to myself if my heart didn’t sink a little hearing the boat—being intimate and sexy with Lance is addictive. I can’t stop myself, and hiding how I feel when we are not alone is getting harder.
“Dad,” Nova’s voice is bubbling over, and he is beaming, “Can we stay another night? Brad says we can if you say yes.” My heart flutters at the thought that we could have another day, just a tiny bit more time here. Lance looks over his shoulder at me, and then back to his son, who is anxiously waiting for him to answer.
“Well, if you help me unpack the bags we just packed, then I guess we can do one more night. I will just have to call in and let them know I won’t be in the office tomorrow.” I think I am as excited as the kids. Andie shakes her head and speaks.
“We should have known they’d pull that one on us.” I knew they wouldn’t want to go home. I didn’t think Lance would want to stay longer. He didn’t even want to come in the first place. “Go help Lance unpack, if you little rascals want to stay,” she says and they hurtle off behind Lance. While he’s outside, I send him a text because I can’t say what I am thinking in front of everyone, and his mood still seems off.
At least you can wake me up for one more morning ;*
It’s read, but he doesn’t reply. Just gives me a sexy smile. Once the bags are back inside, him, Brad and the boys disappear, and Andie and I both laze at the pool in the sun. I think about Lance, and while I try reading my book, I think I have been on the same page since I opened it.
I keep drifting off into sexy thoughts, and getting lost in all the what ifs. I wonder what he would say if I asked to go with them to New York—if that is just desperate. This might not be serious to Lance. I have to consider that this is just a fling because he is leaving. Something to fill up his time until he leaves.
I am certainly not the billionaire-girlfriend-type. He probably dates models or super smart, rich businesswomen. Not teachers who choose to be nannies instead. I am the girl next door and Lance is the prince in a castle. We don’t go together. Only, when we are together the whole world feels perfect. This is a fairy tale, and it will be over when he moves. I don’t want to be that desperate girl chasing after a guy. If I ask to go with him, that’s what it will look like. Just another gold digger chasing after his money and status.
The longer the men are out on the water the more insecure I start to feel about what I am to him, we don’t exactly talk. If we do, it’s about Nova, or pillow talk in bed or between kisses—it’s nothing deep. He certainly has never mentioned emotions or feelings. I wish I could read his mind to know what he thinks or wants.
If he wanted more, he would have said so—and the fact he hasn’t, should tell me enough. “You look like you are having a very serious conversation with yourself there,” Andie comments, and I am not sure what I should say, but I am boiling over trying to hold this all in and maybe if I talk to her about it, I can get some perspective.
“Oh, I am.” I smile, “I shouldn’t say this, and Andie please don’t tell Brad or let Lance know you know.” She sits up to pay more attention now.
“This is more than just a little internal pep talk you were having,” she says. “What’s up?” Lance might be mad at me, but I need to say this all out loud to process it.
“Lance and I aren’t a couple,” I say. “Not in the way you and Brad think anyway. He’s my boss. I’m Nova’s nanny. And we are involved or entangled—or fuck knows what it is—but I am probably going to lose my job with the agency that placed me with him over it.”
“This is so juicy,” Andie says with a smile. “I just presumed you were his mom. I should have asked. This is awkward and juicy.” I laugh because that is not the response I had expected.
“It just happened, and I tried not to let it happen. But have you seen him? It’s hard not to get all hot and bothered around that.” I sigh. “But they’re leaving, and I have no idea how he feels or what this is. The sex is earth shattering, and we have this easy connection. Things just work for us, but I think I am going to get my heart broken. Because I have caught feelings, one hundred percent, and I don’t think he has.”
“Have you asked him?” Of course, she is logical.
