Page 20 of Trust In Me

“I don’t know if I mentioned it yesterday, but I’m going to be out of the house for most of the morning with Bree and Liam. They need me for an on-site job they are doing. Will you be okay with Hallie while we are gone?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t ask too many questions. I really don’t want to have to lie to her. If I want her to trust me, I need to be trustworthy and lying about where I’m going or what I’m doing definitely doesn’t count towards that.

“Yeah of course. I was going to take her to this new baby group they have at the library. I know she is too young to fully interact with other babies, but they say the music, sounds, and playing with things really help their development. But if you’d rather we didn’t, that’s okay. I also planned to take her to the park, or go swimming. It’s whatever you think,” Mia mutters quickly, like she’s worried she may be overstepping with her suggestions. I don’t know why she feels like that. I know I’m supposed to be her boss, but the way we are with each other has never been all that formal. I try to keep it casual, so I don’t know why she is acting weird with me.

“Relax, Flower. I think it’s a great idea, and I think Hallie would love it. I like the idea of her interacting with other kids her age. We don’t really know anyone with kids, and I don’t need to put her into a nursery, but I know that having her interact with other children is essential. It wasn't something I was worrying about just yet, but no reason not to start her early. So, yes to that, and the park and swimming. You are her nanny, and as long as you let me know where you are going, I have no problem with it.” I mean every word I say, with the exception of the worrying part, because all I ever seem to do at the moment is worry. I worry I’m doing things wrong, or that the choices I make now will shape Hallie’s future. That’s a massive fucking responsibility for one person, who just a year ago could barely look after myself. I have gone over and over in my head the pros and cons of putting Hallie in a nursery, and I know that in a year or two, I will have to. Not because I want her to, but because she needs to. Until then, I want to keep her close by, and Mia’s the perfect person to help me do that.

As Hallie begins her usual morning babbling, which usually means she is done playing and having cuddles with her daddy, she wants to get up, get a nappy change, and get some food before playing in her playpen for a bit. The girl has a lot of energy first thing in the morning, and she is a creature of habit. She hates it if you change her routine in any way.

Mia takes her from me to allow me to get up. In a routine we have perfected over the last week, we go about our morning, working completely in sync as we get Hallie ready and keep her occupied while the other person gets ready to start their day. It’s not even something we talked about, it’s just like this dance we do together, without even talking about it. We move around each other with ease, almost like we know what the other person is going to do next, and it doesn’t even require thought. We rarely talk, but Mia seems to know that I’m not much of a morning person. I’m the type of guy that doesn’t get going properly until I’ve had my first cup of coffee. So, as I jump in the shower, I know Mia will get Hallie changed and dressed for the day and then we will swap over. I will take Hallie for her breakfast while Mia showers.

As I climb into the shower, all I can think about is the beauty that will be climbing in after me. As the water cascades over my head and down my body, I imagine what her soft, silky skin would feel like under my touch. I’ve had a very small taster, and it’s nowhere near enough. Her pale, ivory skin seems to glow whenever I’m near, and I can just imagine watching the blush spread from her cheeks down over her chest and to her breasts.

Mia has the perfect body; she’s starting to get curves in all the right places, her tits are just enough of a handful, as is her ass. I can tell she carries a lot of insecurity, but she doesn’t need to. She is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, and I feel like I’m driving myself crazy thinking about what is underneath her clothes.

I want to be the person that makes her nipples tweak into perfect buds after I suck and pull on them, electrifying them. I want to tease my finger through her perfect pussy, dragging it through the slit to see how wet she gets just for me. I want to rub the pad of my thumb across her sensitive clit until she is writhing around and begging for more. Before I drop to my knees and use my tongue. I want to taste her pussy, to dive into the sweet nectar I already know will be there. Then, when I finally have her writhing, moaning, pleading with me, and begging me, that's when I will give her my cock. The thought of her falling apart on my cock, screaming my name, it’s too much for me. My cock stands tall, straining and angry. I can’t resist wrapping my hand around the shaft.

In slow practised movements, I fist my hand up and down the shaft, making sure to catch the pre-cum from the tip and spread it out to act as a lubricant. Not that I need it, the water is doing an amazing job, but it’s just the way I’ve always done it. I don’t even think, I just do what feels right.

As thoughts of pounding into Mia, harder and faster, flood through my brain, my hand works harder, matching the speed. My hand feels nowhere near as good as how it would feel buried to the hilt in Mia’s sweet cunt, but for now this will have to do, and fuck me is it working. I can feel my balls begin to tighten, and my hand movements become more frantic. My body starts to tense, and I use my free hand to lean against the wall for support. My legs begin to quiver, and I feel the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten. I let the fantasy fill my mind, and it’s almost like I can really hear Mia screaming my name, telling me she is going to come on my cock.

The fantasy overwhelms me, and seconds later my cock explodes. Rows and rows of cum shoot out of my dick, as my pleasure-filled groans echo around the shower room. Cum plasters across my hand and the wall, as my body quivers. I lean against the wall to try and catch my breath. Fuck, that was hot. But it’s nothing like the real thing. Even just thinking that makes my cock twitch, and there’s no way he’s ready to go again that quickly. That’s what Mia does to me, she makes me feel things I know I shouldn’t. That’s why I allow myself this time. Just a few minutes each day in the shower to live out the fantasy, but as soon as I’m done, the shower washes away all evidence, and any other thoughts I might be having get washed away too. Until tomorrow morning, and we get to do it all again.

I’m so fucking screwed. I know most people would argue this is a very unhealthy way of dealing with the attraction I have for my nanny, but I’m not fucking her and I don’t have blue balls. It's the best-case scenario, in my opinion. Well, second best. Actually fucking her out of my system would be the best-case scenario, but since that is off-limits, second best—my hand in the shower—will have to do.

As I walk out of the shower, I realise I’ve forgotten to bring my sweatpants in with me. I usually bring them in so I don’t have to walk out there in a towel and get changed in front of Mia. But, now that I think about it, maybe this is my chance to torture her as much as she does me. I know she doesn’t do it intentionally, but when she comes to sleep in bed with me wearing tiny little shorts that barely cover her ass, and a tight vest top that shows off the swells of her tits, and a patch of skin below the t-shirt, exposing her pierced navel. She drives me fucking mad, and this is my chance to get a little bit of revenge.

Wrapping the towel around my waist, I walk out of the shower and find Mia sitting on the end of the bed, holding Hallie out at arm’s length like she is trying to get her attention to talk to her. Whatever she’s saying is keeping Hallie amused because I can hear her giggling as soon as I open the door. I watch Mia’s face, waiting for the moment she realises I’m wearing just a towel, and I wish I had a camera to record it.

Her mouth physically drops open as her eyes widen before flaming with desire. Her hands judder and for a second I worry she is going to drop Hallie, but she quickly recovers and places her safely so she is sitting on her knee. Never once does she take her eyes off me. Her fiery gaze trails over my dripping wet, black hair, down over my inked chest and across my abs. She bites her lower lip when her gaze reaches the top of the towel. I know the exact moment she hits the V I have swooping from my hips, down below the towel, because I can feel her heated gaze. It’s like she leaves a trail of fire across my skin.

My dick responds instantly, standing to attention like it didn’t just have the best orgasm in a long time just five minutes ago. Mia notices my growing erection too, as I can see her neck bulge as she gulps nervously. I walk closer to her, and it’s like everything is moving in slow motion.

Fuck, this was supposed to be to torture Mia, yet I’m the one standing here with a fucking painful erection and an irrational desire to tear her clothes off. It’s like I don’t even see my baby sitting on her knee. It’s not until Hallie starts to cry that we both seem to snap out of our lust-filled haze. As soon as we break eye contact, we both start seeing sense again. Mia starts to soothe Hallie while I head towards my chest of drawers, mumbling something about forgetting to take my trousers in with me.

“I’m just going to put Hallie in her crib for a minute, then you can take her down for breakfast. When you have finished changing, I will be back in to jump in the shower, if that’s okay? If you need any help with breakfast you can wait for me, I won’t be too long.” Mia talks so fast I can barely keep up with her. But, I agreed anyway, and as soon as she puts Hallie in the crib, she hightails it out of my room and into her own.

Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can want that girl without having her.

Once we are down in the kitchen, I settle her into the high chair, making sure to tie her in properly as the little devil will try to throw herself out if she feels like it. As I mix together the Weetabix, milk, and mashed bananas, I can’t help but think about Mia climbing into my shower. What the fuck is wrong with me? I thought I literally just gave myself that lecture, the one about not daydreaming about my daughter's nanny!

Hallie’s screams let me know she’s not willing to wait while I fantasise, which is probably a good thing. I hand her the bowl of mush and get the baby spoon for her. She tries to grasp the spoon, but can only just manage it, so I try to help her. I scoop up some of the hideous-looking slop—that my daughter loves, by the way, and eats every morning—and we make little aeroplane noises as we pretend the spoon is delivering her food. She munches on the spoon, and that’s when I remember what the health visitor suggested. Apparently, for baby-led weaning, I’m not supposed to be helping her, she should be doing it herself. So, I take a step back, leaving her with the bowl and spoon, and head towards the coffee machine.

As soon as I turn my back, I feel something hit me on the back of the neck, and it feels icky. Reaching up, as soon as my fingers make contact, I know it’s Hallie’s breakfast. Her cute little giggle should have given her away really. I should tell her off, but I’m really not ready for that so early on. So, instead I get my cup of coffee ready.

In the space of time it takes for me to make the pot of coffee, she pelts me on the back at least four times, and that’s not to mention the amount of times it hits the various kitchen work surfaces. I take a big gulp of coffee, ready to pluck up the courage to tell off my little devil child, but the more I drink the coffee, the more I want. I gulp it down in between yawns as more splashes sound out around the kitchen. As soon as I finish the first cup, and pour myself a second, I pluck up enough energy to challenge her. Besides, she must be low on food by now, given the amount she’s thrown.

I turn around, but she must have been waiting with a supply in her hands, as with expert precision she launches two tiny fistfuls of food straight into my face. Without even thinking it through I drop to the floor, hiding behind the island in the middle of the kitchen. Hallie giggles as I let out a sigh. It’s times like this I realise what a fucked-up parent I am.

I sit, cowering behind the kitchen island, drinking my coffee for far longer than I should, until I hear light footsteps drifting down the stairs. I slowly raise my head to see Mia entering the kitchen wearing tight ripped denim jeans, and an off-the-shoulder baggy black jumper. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, with brown strands breaking free and framing her beautiful face. When I first met Mia, she was a blonde, but since then she has gone back to what she informs me is her natural brunette colour, and she looks classically beautiful. It suits her so much more.

Sadly her beautiful, yet understated look doesn’t last long, as the moment she’s in range, Hallie fires at her. Giggles erupt from Hallie as she hits her target with a precision I can’t help but be proud of. The girl has got a good arm!

“No, Hallie. You are supposed to eat your food, not throw it. Stop! Or I will take it off—”

Before Mia even gets the chance to finish the sentence I hear Hallie release what can only be described as a battle cry, and Mia drops down behind the island beside me. She looks shocked to see me, and I hold out a cloth in one hand and my coffee in the other. “Coffee?” I ask, and she takes it with an exhausted laugh.

“Hallie’s still playing with her food instead of eating it, I see,” Mia adds sarcastically as she takes a few sips out of my coffee. The appreciative moan that escapes from her lips does stupid things to my insides, and my cock.

“That’s not completely fair. She is eating too,” I add, feeling the need to defend my little monster. Although, I’m not sure she has earned my defence on this occasion.

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