Page 78 of Nanny for the Cowboy

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I bite my arm to keep from squealing as Brooks’s tongue sweeps up through my seam.

This is the best damned wake-up call I’ve ever had, but I’ll admit to not being totally prepared for him to start going down on me when we were just sleeping a few minutes ago.

He was slipping under the covers and pulling my sleep shorts down before I could properly think, but now, I’m certainly not about to stop him.

Usually, I wake up to my alarm, letting me know it’s time to sneak back over to my room so that Darby doesn’t see me sleeping in Brooks’s bed.

It’s annoying, but I’m willing to sacrifice to enjoy our evenings together. And Brooks has been known to come back tomyroom on occasion and enjoy his own early-ass alarm—like today.

This is a lot better than a screeching alarm.

Gripping my thighs, Brooks spreads me further, lavishing me with his tongue, and I moan, desperately trying to keep it quiet. The grip he has on me is so fierce—as if there’s nothing in the world that could pry me away from him.

Except, of course, time. But I’m not going to think about that.

Thankfully, the flick of his tongue over my clit has my brain scrambling, and I forget all those silly worries that don’t really matter, at least not now.

He works that needy tip like he’s been starved for me, and I grind against his mouth, unable to stop myself.

“Brooks, oh God…” I tangle my fingers in his hair, right on the edge of a powerful release.

Like my words spur him on, Brooks circles his tongue around my entrance before dipping two fingers inside me. I squeak, chewing on my lip to hold back my sounds.

Brooks wasneverbad at this, but after the time we’ve spent together, he’s even better. The man has memorized my curves and the spots inside me that make me go wild.

Whoever said that relationship sex is boring didn’t do it right.

My hips lift off the bed some, and Brooks shoves me back down with one hand, slowing his rhythm with the other. He’s dragging this out for as long as he can.

Do I mind?

Sliding out, his two fingers spread me, and these impossible-to-describe sucks and licks glide over every exposed bit of my flesh.

No, I do not.

My underwear is still on, and as Brooks hikes my leg higher, he grabs the fabric in a fist and squeezes on it—hard. The pinch against my skin makes my clit tingle, and then his lips seal around the tiny bud as he sucks at a maddeningly slow pace.

“Goddamn it, Brooks,” I whisper, gripping his hair, “please…”

A muffled chuckle sounds, the vibrations rumbling my lips, and without a word, Brooks begins to flick his tongue over my clit so damned fast.

I buck, the sensations incredibly overwhelming, and then he’s hooking a finger inside me, teasing my entrance with shallow pulses.

Then, his lips and tongue both dance across my tip, sliding back and forth until he sucks again, driving his two fingers entirely inside me again. For as slow and gentle as he was before, now he’s wild and raw.

It’s nearly impossible to keep myself quiet, heavy moans escaping me, and I thank God that my room is down a floor from Darby’s.

Brooks is a damned king, and he alternates between flicking that magnificent tongue and sucking, just as his fingers switch between slow, deep penetrations and quick thrusts.

I’m dragging my fingers through his hair over and over again, needing something to do with my hands—my entire body—because it’s all so much.

We both know I’m close now, and there’s no stopping this freight train. I can’t hold still, the tingling need for release climbing higher and higher into the stratosphere.

Aside from his “work,” Brooks has been so quiet. I mean, he is using his mouth for far better things than talking right now, but right as I’m about to tip over that edge, he pulls back long enough to whisper.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.”

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