Page 95 of Nanny for the SEAL

Xaden chuckles, and the sound still sings through my nerves like the first time I heard it.

“Hmm, I think that sounds mighty fine, considering we have the house to ourselves for the evening.”

I grin, slipping my hand closer to his growing erection. “We can’t let an opportunity like that pass us by, now can we?”

He reaches down, snagging my hand and planting it firmly on him. “Absolutely not.”

A tiny giggle escapes me. I never had the silly flirting and daring sexual activity in a car experiences like most teens did, and now that I’m getting the chance to, I feel downright giddy.

I’m also damned happy that I’m not pregnant enough yet to have lost much of my mobility or flexibility.

Xaden adjusts in his seat as I stroke over his pants, and his hand comes across the center console and between my legs. He’s got one hell of a reach, and Xaden is able to find my panties beneath my dress and pull them aside.

“Oh, baby,” he groans, rubbing the pad of his finger across my slit, “you’re already so wet.”

I moan, my head falling back onto the headrest. “An apparent bonus of pregnancy.”

“Well, hey,” he says deeply, “that is definitely something to count my blessings about.”

It doesn’t take us long to get to the house from the restaurant, and even less than usual because Xaden speeds us along impatiently.

Rubbing briskly across the smooth fabric of Xaden’s pants, he jerks his hips forward, seeking more attention. There’s only so much I can do in the car, though.

“Dammit, we need to get to that fucking house.”

I laugh, appreciating how hungry he is for me. There’s little that anyone can do to make me feel as beautiful and desirable as Xaden when he’s chomping at the bit like this.

He’s also been teasing my seam this entire time, and I am right there with him. I’m liable to come just from this if he keeps it up.

“We can’t be that far, right?” I’m not even looking, my eye screwed up tight as I rock myself against Xaden’s fingers.

“About three minutes,” Xaden groans, and then I’m shaken from my enjoyment when Xaden steals his hand back.

“Hey!” I complain playfully.

“I’ll be right there, gorgeous, as long as you get me out of these damn pants.”

Smiling, I chew on my lip and then lean over the console to unzip Xaden’s slacks and pull him through the opening.

His erection springs free, glistening, and now I can stroke him properly. I get right to it, and he upholds his end of the bargain by returning to my pussy.

Looking over at him, I can see him trying to concentrate on the road, and I make sure what I’m doing isn’t too much.

“Ugh, that’s so good, baby.”

And we both lose track of time at that point. Xaden gets us home and pulls into the garage, turning off the car.

“Get over here,” he demands, sliding his chair all the way back and reclining it so I have room.

I smirk. “Yes, sir.”

THIRTY-THREE

Xaden

Ivy grins like a damned snack as she leans over in the car.

At first I think she might just be teasing me. But then, instead of mounting me like I imagined, Ivy bends herself over the small center console and takes me in her mouth.

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