Page 137 of The Nanny Goal

“Yeah.”

“And maybe they could have asked ifyouneeded any help with a last-minute move.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Anything else?”

“They could have asked how I felt about leaving you guys…” I squirm against him, feeling loose and warm now, from the inside out. “If they had, I might have told them how I really feel.”

He clears his throat and his hands sink to my ass, palming both cheeks. “And how do you really feel?”

“I’m going to miss you all so much…” I moan under my breath as his cock grows against my core.

“Fuck.” He clamps his hands tight and pulls me to a stop.

I hadn’t even realized I was rocking my hips back and forth.

“Emery.” His voice is strangled. “Tell me you don’t want this right now.”

“I can’t.”

“Then tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know!”

“Are you sore?”

“Mmm, a bit. It’s like…” I breathe through the pulsing between my legs. “I can still feel you inside me.”

He repeats my name, saying it like a prayer, and then one of his hands is in my hair, making a fist, and tugging my mouth to his.

We kiss like it’s the first time again, desperate and disbelieving, and so, so hungry. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and his hips up between my thighs at the same time, grinding hard now.

“Make yourself feel good,” he pants in between deep kisses. “Another orgasm will take the edge off the ache.”

Will it? Will anything?

I’ve felt empty since yesterday.

“Like this?” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Just rubbing on you?”

“Fuck, yeah.” He tugs my head back so he can look at me, his lust-filled gaze heavily hooded. “Do whatever feels right for your sore little pussy.”

“What about you?”

“Moya polovinka.” He gives me a slow, filthy smile that makes something deep in my belly tug hard. “If you come from dry humping me, I will follow you immediately. Or maybe before, but don’t let that stop you.”

“Before?” I tremble at the thought of making him come in his pants. “Really?”

His pupils dilate. “Try. Try to make me come, sunshine.”

I roll my hips and moan. The ridge of his erection feels better on my clit than my fingers ever have.

His hand on my hip pulls me against him as I rock forward, telling me it feels good for him too, that I could go harder.

“I’ve thought about you on top of me so many different ways. Every morning, I wake up hard for you,” he says, voice cracking. “Right here. Just like this.”

I gasp when he snaps his presses up into me, perfectly aligned, the friction all I need. I’m trembling already, my breath hitching, my thighs shaking.

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