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“Me too. I mean, I didn’t have a physical, but I was tested recently.”

After Marco, actually, but I don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need to know I slept with my last boss too.

“Then I’m good if you are.”

I nod. I’m good.Sogood. Especially when he rollshis hips into me. I moan, head rolling back, eyes falling closed.

“Hey, no.” He tugs on my hair, just hard enough for it to throb a little, and I peel my eyes back open. “Look at me when I’m inside you, Quinn. I want to see you when I make you scream my name. Understood?”

I nod, and he rocks into me once more.

“Good. Now, put your hands behind your back and ride me like you mean it, honey.”

CHAPTER 14

HAYES

It’s funny that I preached patience when I clearly had none, not even able to pull her bra off all the way before I had to have my mouth on her.

But now, seeing her like this, her tits hanging out as she rides my cock into oblivion, I can’t seem to care. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her hair is a tangled mess from my hands, her cheeks are flushed from exertion, and there are red marks from my beard across her chest. So fucking impatient for my cock she didn’t even take her underwear off.

I love it, even though I shouldn’t. This is so wrong. She’s my nanny. I shouldn’t be fucking her in the living room in the middle of the day. Hell, I shouldn’t be fucking her at all. I should be keeping my hands off her. We should be putting so much distance between us we have to shout at eachother to be heard.

But I can’t stop. I don’twantto stop. I don’t want to be responsible anymore. I just want to have fun, and right now, this isreallyfucking fun.

Hands behind her back, Quinn bounces on my lap, her movements frantic yet rhythmic as her pussy squeezes me tight. She was worried about me not fitting, but I’m only worried about never being the same. How could I be after this? After knowing how good she feels? How her greedy cunt takes me so easily? How am I supposed to go back to polite conversation over donuts and bagels? How am I supposed to go back to talking about school schedules and all that other mundane shit? How will I ever be able to focus knowing this is what she feels like?

I palm her tit, rolling her rosy nipple between my fingers before inching upward, curling my fingers around her throat. She doesn’t lean away. No, she leans into it, wanting it. I apply a bit of pressure, and she moans, the sound vibrating through my hand.

“That feels so good. I’m so close, Hayes.” Her eyes are barely open, so lost in the lust. “Please tell me you’re close.”

“I’m close,” I promise, barely able to hold back.

I’ve been masturbating far too much since we first kissed, but it’s still never been enough to stave off my want for her. The fact that I’m holding back so much right now tells me it was never going to be.

“I need…” she pleads, and I know just what she’s begging for.

I press my free thumb against her clit, and she lets out a low moan, sinking into my touch.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “More.”

I oblige, drawing short circles over her sensitive button as she rides me faster, harder, my hand tightening around her throat. I’m not sure which of us actually lets go first. Maybe it’s her cunt squeezing me so tightly that causes the chain reaction, or maybe I’m just that unable to control myself. Her entire body shakes as she comes, and I follow right along with her.

“Adam!” she screams, just as I promised I’d make her do, and I stare into her hazel eyes as I surge up into her, wringing out every last drop of her orgasm that I can.

She slumps forward, collapsing against me. As we struggle to catch our breaths, all I can think isIt’s not enough.I want more. Ineedmore.

I lift us off the couch in one swift motion, and she doesn’t even argue as I carry her through the house and into her bedroom. I lay her back on the bed and crawl over her, sliding back inside her warmth, my cock still hard and ready to go again.

“Yes,” she moans as I rock into her. “More.”

I give her more, give her everything I have, fucking her slowly at first, then hard and fast. She eats it up,begging for me to touch and kiss her, so I do. I press my lips to hers, then down her chin, over her neck, and suck on her sweet nipples. I touch her everywhere I can because I don’t know if this will be the last time. It certainly should be.

Only when I’ve had my fill do I let go, spilling into her again as she comes for a second time. As I slide out of her and crawl up beside her in bed, tucking her against me, all I can think is,It’s still not enough.

I wake a short time later, and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. That familiar scent of butterscotch hits me, and I know.

Quinn.

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