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Her reply is confusing, but then she adds, “And I want to be with you for as long as you’re here.”

That’s exactly what I wanted her to say… but why does it cause the hairs on the back of my neck to bristle?

“Then we’re good?” I ask, searching her gaze intensely.

“Yes,” she says with a chuckle as I pull the bow on her wrap dress, causing it to drop open to reveal her beautiful breasts in a copper-colored bra, the same color as her dress. I chance a glance at the trashed panties lying at my feet and find they also match. “You were wearing sexy underwear for Adan?”

“Don’t be jealous. There’s nothing between me and Adan. We’d already decided we were only ever going to be friends before you interrupted our date. There’s just no chemistry between us, not like with…”

My lips pull into a happy smirk as I finish her sentence, “Me.”

“Yes,” she says as I run my hands down her thighs. I can smell her unique scent and my mouth waters again. She moans when I lean in and brush my nose against the neatly trimmed hairs of her mound, which makes me even fucking harder.

I spread her lips and caress her clit with my tongue. She widens her stance. My cock pulses with the need to sink inside her. “I was stupid to think I could live without your taste.”

“You had your reasons, Brax,” she mumbles as she runs her fingers through my hair. “I am the nanny.”

Those words should be like a pail of cold water thrown over my head, but instead they make my cock ache.

She’s so turned on, her sex glistens and leaks rivulets down her legs. She lets out a surprisedyipwhen I bury my face between her legs. Hungrily I lap at her juices and tongue between her folds until my mouth is filled with her sweet taste. I groan and lift first one leg and then the other to my shoulders until she’s sitting on me with her back pressed against the wall.

Her fingers fist in my hair and pull as she moans, “Oh, my God.” She lifts her head and looks down at me fucking her with my tongue. My cock twitches in response. I need to get her there before I do something embarrassing like come from eating her out. I thrust a finger into her wet pussy and pump as we stare into each other’s eyes. I stick my tongue out, flicking her clit before drawing it between my lips and sucking the button deep.

Her inner muscles tense and I know she needs to come. She needs more. I fuck her faster and harder with my finger and continue the aggressive sucking on her clit while reaching up with one hand to tweak her nipple.

She closes her eyes and her head falls back on the brick.

“No. I need your eyes open and on me, precious.”

She drags her lids open and looks at me with dazed eyes. She’s close. I add a second finger and search for the spot inside that I know sends her off. She cries out when I rub my fingers across her G-spot and she grinds her hips against my mouth. She pulls on my hair as I lave her in circles. I quicken the pace and then finally flatten my tongue, giving her the pressure she needs.

Her mouth drops open soundlessly as her pussy contracts, tightening down on my fingers and pulsing as she comes. Shuddering, her body contorts as she rides out her pleasure.

I don’t wait. I can’t wait. I fumble with the condom and when I slide inside her still quivering pussy it only takes a few strokes before I’m dropping off the edge and pulling her in tightly to my body as I ride the waves of my own pleasure.

Not my best performance. But an honest one.

CHAPTER 17

POPPY

Early the next morning, I wake to the most incredible shivers. It doesn’t take me long to suss out the cause.

After our time together last night on the rooftop garden, I was sure Brax would drive me back to the castle and tell me goodnight. He’d go to his wing and I’d go to mine. Which at the moment is being shared with three other men. I don’t know if that played a part in it or not, but he took my hand and led me up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Honestly, I expected we’d go for another quickie, and then he’d tell me goodnight and I’d do the walk to my room alone. Isn’t that the way casual flings work? That’s not what happened. In fact, after the third orgasm, I think I passed out from exhaustion.

Sometime during the night, I woke up and was in the process of leaving when a hand on my stomach changed those plans. He pulled my back against his front in the perfect spooning position and told me to go back to sleep. I wanted to stay. Curled into his warmth and his arm wrapped around me made me feel safe.

I ignore the thoughts teasing my consciousness of how easy it would be to catch feelings.

“What time is Freeya coming home?” I ask, and hear the sound of paper being ripped. A flood of moisture pools between my legs.

“After lunch,” he replies and rolls me over on my back, where I’m greeted by a sexy smirk spread across his handsome face. “That leaves us five whole hours of free time.”

I giggle and gasp when he nudges between my legs with his already hardened cock.

How does he do it?

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