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“I’d almost forgotten how good that was,” I said, curling into the circle of Ryan’s arms. I was sticky and sweaty, but he pulled me closer anyway.
“Really?” he asked, looking down at me. His face was so close to mine I could see the flecks in his eyes, brown and gold and nearly green, and the dark ring of near-black around his irises. “I hadn’t.”
I laughed. “Weren’t you listening? I saidalmost.”
“Of course I was listening, Flora,” he said. “I was listeningveryclosely.”
My cheeks warmed.
“Hey.” He cupped my cheek in his palm, tipping my face up to look at him. “Is that okay?” His eyes were dark and serious. “Were you okay with everything?”
I fought hard not to roll my eyes, to retreat to that comfortable distance I liked to maintain. “Yes,” I said. “Better than okay.”
He smiled softly, brushing my hair back from my face. “Okay,” he said. “I don’t want to push you. I know this is…” My stomach twisted as he searched for the word he wanted. I already knew what he meant. “This is a delicate thing.”
It was. Here in his bed, warm and satisfied, it felt safe, but we both knew that wasn’t true. He’d made me dinner and taken me to his bedroom, but it wasn’t like we could truly be together. This was a secret, after all. He was my boss and I was his daughter’s nanny, and he was ten years older. However perfect we felt together, I knew he wasn’t looking for more than this, and neither was I. But still…
“I trust you,” I said. I did.
His eyes searched mine, looking for… what?
“I do,” I said. “But if you don’t believe me,” I added, smiling, “I can tell you… how much I like it when you–” I grabbed his forearm, the muscles shifting just below the skin, and dragged his hand from my cheek to my breast, where his thumb brushed against my nipple. “When you do that. When you touch me. When you look at me like that.” The corner of his mouth lifted up into a smile.
“Like what?” he asked.
“Like…” I started, and then realized I didn’t quite know what to say. What Icouldsay.Like I was precious. Like I washis.There was a lump in my throat that I couldn’t explain.
I put one hand on his shoulder, pushing him gently so that he fell back onto the mattress and crawled on top of him, pinning him down with one hand to the center of his broad chest.
“Like you want to touch me some more.”
He grinned. “And if I do?”
“Then you’ll just have to listen very,verycarefully,” I teased, stroking his cock with the backs of my knuckles, feather-soft, to feel it twitch as it grew harder again. “Paycloseattention,” I said, reaching over into his bedside drawer, helping myself to another condom from the box. I tore it open, raising my eyebrows at him over the foil packet before rolling it down over his shaft. “I want you to knowexactlyhow much I enjoy this.”
And if I moaned a little louder thanstrictlynecessary as I sank onto him again, well. There was no one he could tell, was there?
CHAPTER19
Ryan
Flora woke slowly,her deep breathing growing shallower, her eyelashes fluttering against the morning sunshine as she burrowed down into the blankets.
“Hi,” she said, eyes closed, lips curved into a smile.
“Hi,” I said back, and finally, she opened her eyes, as blue as the summer morning outside the window.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Eight.”
“Solate,” she moaned, stretching languorously, her arms above her head and her chin buried in soft blankets. I chuckled: only a teacher would consider eight a.m. to be late. Or a parent. “I must have been tired after all thatexercise.”
I made a face. “I can’t believe I thought you werefunny.”
“Well, we can’t all be perfect,” she retorted, her eyes dropping from my face down to my chest and back up again with a smirk.
