Page 62 of Gabriel & Skye

I groan, moving my hips, knowing it’s wrong to even think about picturing Skye. But it’s my dream that did it. Her riding me. Her sweet words brushing against my lips. Her pretty scent… I never stood a chance, even if it was just a pleasant dream.

I wrap my arm over my eyes as I try to just get the job done, and not picture my nanny naked. Every time I close my eyes, though, all I see is her.

I work my hand up and down my dick, not even daring to imagine how long it’s been since I had the good love of a woman, or a simple roll between the sheets. Either would be good right now.

But it’s Skye I just can’t stop picturing. The more I try not to, the more she appears.

And it’s wrong on so many levels. She’s my fucking nanny!

I won’t lose her because I can’t keep my thoughts in check.

I can excuse the dream, since I was unconscious at the time, but what excuse do I have for this?

I try my best to put my moral dilemma to one side for a moment, because I need to come. Rubbing one out now is the best way to just put it all behind me.

Start again tomorrow like it never happened. That’s what I’ll do.

I’m shameless as I pump my hips, working frantically as sweat covers my skin. I’m so hard and so turned on, I’m spilling into my hand and all over my torso in a matter of minutes.I groan as silently as possible until I milk every last drop.

I shake my head, disgusted with myself because all I pictured while I did that to myself was Skye riding me naked. And I swear I’ve never come so hard in my life.

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When I wake up, the traces of last night are still swimming around in my head. Along with what followed after that. But I justify it by reminding myself that nobody has to know.

It’s my dirty little secret.

I know I won’t be able to look at her in the same light when she’s here again on Thursday, so I decide to make myself scarce. She seemed to enjoy her first day, and I’m over the moon that she’s getting along so well with Trinity. It seems to take Trin’s mind off the fact Geraldine will be leaving soon. She was elated when she got home yesterday and Bunnykins was sitting high on one of the plush cushions on our large sectional sofa, facing the TV. I chuckle at the thought.

It was a really sweet thing to do.

The school run can always be a little hairy because it’s rush hour with drop offs, parking, pulling back out and all the rest of it. Though something tells me Skye can handle just about anything. And that pleases me to no end. It certainly makes my life a lot easier when I’m stuck at work and don’t have to worry.

I leave early for work. I know it’s a copout, and I’m not one to usually run, but I need to put some space between her and the dream I had the other night. I can’t stop thinking about it.

I don’t want the lines to get blurred between work and play. It’s not like she’s having the same feelings for me. She’s pleasant enough towards me, but that’s because I’m her boss.

I have a lot to do today again at work. The brief discussion I had with Gray and Brooklyn went surprisingly well, not that they told me anything too in depth; just a concept idea for different flavored bourbon and the market it could appeal to.

I need to see more, especially when they work out costs and a marketing strategy. Then it will be put to a family vote when we have all the facts and figures.

Grayson has blown it out of the water with the communications he’s been managing. Our first export to Australia — and other parts of the world — could be as soon as three months from now.

Production will obviously need to expand, and supply has to be ready for such a big undertaking. It’s not something we’re going into lightly. Gray has been working on it for months already; it’s the one thing we’ve been seeing eye to eye on.

I shoot Skye a text when I leave for the office, letting her know Geraldine will already be at my place when she arrives, and that I have to get into the office early.

I need to think. Seeing her will just be even more of an inappropriate distraction so close after the vivid dream I had, and who knows if that will set off another one.

I just need to put a little space between us, then I’m sure it will be fine.

I don’t let women get me unglued, and Skye is no exception.

“You’re looking more chipper than normal,” Georgia-Blue chimes when I arrive. It’s not often she’s up this early, but we all have our roles to play, and Georgia likes to keep up. She also likes to tidy up the tasting room and make sure everything is stocked up for the next day. She calls it her therapy.

“I am?”

“I’m assuming things are going well over at your place with Skye?”

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