Page 68 of Nanny for the SEAL

Sensations peak as I thrust up into Ivy’s warmth, her walls clenching around me as she tips over the edge. She clings onto me as the orgasm washes over her, and the rhythmic pulses of her core encourage my own release.

“Xade.” The soft plea is a whisper, but it shoots right to the center of my being.

Burying my face in her neck again, I hold her pressed to me so very tight, sheathed up to the hilt inside her.

“Ivy.”

It’s all I can manage, but the word contains everything I’m not saying.

I find her lips again, kissing her as I rock my hips, and she rolls hers. I explore her mouth, our tongues entwining as I thrust intensely—one, two, three times, and then I’m there.

The climax hits me like lightning, and I empty myself until there’s nothing left.

It’s perfection, and even more so because as the crescendoing sensations back down, Ivy still surrounds me. We fall asleep like that, tangled with each other, and it’s the best I’ve slept in years.

TWENTY-TWO

Ivy

Morning comes, and for once, I’m not actually shaking my fist at the window for letting in the light. I’m excited about the day to come, and I know it has everything to do with the fact that I feel like Xaden and I have really turned a corner.

Last night was a revelation, and one I’m not about to forget or take for granted.

There’s still so much I need to talk to him about, but for now, I’m going to allow myself to be extremely content.

Because I am.

Jogging down the stairs, I meet Xaden in the kitchen and circle around the corner to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, I’m going for a quick run, okay?”

He grins, a softness to his expression that is new and beautiful. “Totally. I’ll have eggs waiting for when you get back. Daisy should be up by then, too.”

I’m all smiles as I head out the door to get my exercise in, my phone strapped to the armband I got for running so that I can listen to music and take calls.

It’s a chilly morning, to be sure, and I’m glad I have my warmer athletic shirt and jacket on, along with thicker leggings.

After about fifteen minutes or so, my music dims, and my phone buzzes as a call comes in. I pause to check it, and it’s Jasmine.

Jogging off to the side, I pause the run to answer it. “Hey, Jas. I’m surprised you’re up this early.”

She laughs. “Eh, I have class in a bit, and I wanted to get breakfast. So, how’s things?”

I realize that she can’t see me beaming like the damn sun, so I just smile for myself, looking back toward Xaden’s house.

“They’re really good, actually. I’m umm…still seeing Xaden. It’s going well.”

“Ivy,” Jasmine lets out in a singsong voice, “I’m so happy for you! You deserve some goodness, and from the few details you’ve provided, that right there is the goodness.”

I laugh, shaking my head at my sister’s inability to keep any conversation rated PG and secretly loving it. She’s always there when I need cheering up or just someone to celebrate with.

“Thanks.” I pace in a little circle to keep my heart rate up. “It’s going really well. And what about you? How’s college life?”

“Well, actually,” she starts, her tone going up, and I’m hanging on her words, “I started seeing someone, too.”

“That’s amazing, Jas! Look at you putting yourself out there.”

I smile, deciding I should probably start to head back toward the house. Daisy will be up soon, and my stomach is roiling—likely because I didn’t eat.

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