Page 63 of Nanny for the SEAL

Xaden wastes no time after that, stepping into the shower, and I realize quickly that he’s naked and hard. I’m already heating up just like he wants, and when he shuffles me back to the built-in bench, Xade gets me to sit down as he kneels between my legs.

We’re a bit out of the direct spray of the water, and a brief chill rushes over me. It’s forgotten in a second, though, because Xade goes straight in with his mouth, swiping his tongue across my seam.

I buck, nearly slipping off the seat, but Xaden’s firm grip on my thighs, which he pushes up and out, keeps me where he wants me.

It’s a damn good thing I’m flexible, too. In this position, my knees are practically by my head, and I’m completely exposed.

Embarrassment threatens, the bright light of the shower illuminating me so that there’s no doubt that Xaden can see every detail.

It falls away as he tongues me, holding nothing back as he devours everything I have to offer.

I swear to God his tongue is magic, and as he continues, I’m barreling through an orgasm in moments.

Everything feels heightened; this spontaneous moment in the shower is a delightful surprise. It’s also been a day or two since Xaden shaved properly, and the rasp of his stubble brushes over my sensitive skin.

The sensation is new, and I’ll admit to loving it so much more than I would have imagined.

When I’m trembling from the aftershocks, Xaden pulls back, dragging his hand down my leg until his fingers find my pussy.

Two slide in as his thumb rubs over my clit. “Oh, fuck! Xaden, that’s…oh God…”

“Shh,” he whispers, tormenting me with incredibly dextrous fingers as he leans in for a kiss, “you don’t want those sounds making it downstairs.”

I’m reminded that Daisy is home, and I bite down on my lip to stop the sounds from escaping me. Moreover, I realize that Xaden doesn’t have long to uphold his promise of three orgasms, so he’s not going to give me any breaks.

Oh, shit. This is so wild.

“Xaden,” I whine, his thrusting inside me making my mind fracture, “oh, God. It’s so…I’m not sure…”

But he just doubles down, kissing me and dragging caresses across my slick breast as he plays my core like a damn fiddle.

“You can, baby. You’re going to come for me like my good girl.” He moves quicker and quicker, my body reeling around his digits. “And then you’re going to ride my cock.”

His words send me soaring over the edge, and I come—again.

The world becomes a fuzzy haze, nothing existing outside of the shower. I’m a complete noddle as well, my body exceedingly worn out from our strenuous morning exercise.

Xaden doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, reaching under me and flipping me around so that I’m bent over the bench. It’s slick, and I have to grip the edges tightly.

But between my iron hold on the ledge and Xaden’s firm command of my hips, I’m not going anywhere. And then he’s spearing into me.

I squeak, still fighting my volume, and Xaden groans low, immediately starting up a punishing pace. The sounds of our bodies colliding are sharp and cracking in the echoey shower.

I’m rising up that steep rollercoaster hill once more, my core clutching Xaden’s shaft like it’s my only form of sustenance.

“Goddamn, Ivy.” He sinks deep, holding himself there, which makes my nerves go haywire. “The way your tight little body squeezes me.”

My insides are melted butter, and even through the mind-blowing way Xade makes love to me, I’m aware enough to hear those words. I slip into this heavenly place in my head all the more, taking everything he doles out.

It’s not long before I feel him thickening inside me, somehow even harder, and there’s a moment of concern as I realize that we’re in the shower and not next to the nightstand with our supplies.

But just as the worry threatens to steal my pleasure, Xaden slides himself free, patting my clit with his blunt head.

The impacts rocket me toward the finish line, and I whimper, biting the back of my hand so I don’t scream. My body roars through the release, my legs trembling.

“There’s my girl.”

I hear him groan behind me, ragged and desperate, and then he lets out a low moan. Warmth spills over my thigh, and I smile, knowing that Xaden’s found a way to enjoy a release.

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