Page 55 of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand Nanny
CHAPTER26
Flora
“Do you want to come in?”I asked. I couldn’t meet his eye. It was a bad idea, the kind of bad idea that had gotten me into this mess. Worse.
Maddie wasn’t particularly subtle.
Neither were you.
No, I suppose I wasn’t.
It was a bad idea. I owed it to Ryan to tell him that whatever it was that we were doing together, it had to stop.
But sitting with him at his kitchen table, his daughter smiling hopefully at me over a plate of pasta, Iwanted.
More than I ever had before, I wanted.
Him.
I knew that it wasn’t just his body that I craved, his touch, but all of him. His smile and his kind eyes and his solidity, his love for his daughter, his playful teasing and his tired after-work eyes. Steak dinners and spaghetti and peanut butter sandwiches.
I couldn’t have that; I knew that, too. Had always known, from the beginning.
But I could have this: one last night, and one last morning, and then I would tell him it was over. Then it would be done.
“I do,” he said. He reached past me to the door, opening it into an unfamiliar room.
A moment later, our glasses abandoned on the bedside table, Ryan had me caged in against the wall, his mouth hot against mine and my hands grasping for hold in his short-cropped hair. One of his strong thighs slipped between my legs, pinning me up so that I almost lost my footing and had to grab his shoulders to steady myself. I rocked my hips against the firm muscle, groaning at the dull throb. My denim shorts and his suit pants between us felt like far, far too much separation; I longed for the heat of skin on skin.
“Flora,” he whispered, and I let my head fall back against the wall, baring my neck to his wandering lips, burning kisses into the corner of my jaw, down to my collarbone. His hands gripped my hips tight, moving with me as I ground against his thigh. “Fuck, Flora, I need you.”
I needed him, too. My fingers moved to the buckle of his dress belt, tugging it open, then I flew through the button, the zipper, until I could get my hands on his stiff, insistent cock trapped behind the constricting fabric of his boxer briefs. He was hot and hard against my palms and as I stroked up and down through the fabric, he groaned. “Yes.” His hands tugged at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, and he caught me as I lost my footing.
“Bed,” I said, and he nodded. Then, he lifted me up, as easily as he lifted Maddie earlier, hooking my legs around his hips, striding the few paces to the bed, depositing me on the plush mattress. I undid my shorts, wriggling them down below my waist, and he did the same, stripping out of his shirt and pants. His grey boxer briefs did nothing to conceal his erection.
“You’re sohot,” I said.
“Thanks,” he said, laughing. “You’re so…” He trailed off, his face caught somewhere between a smile and a perplexed frown.
“Hot?” I jokingly prompted, lying back on the bed.
But he shook his head. “No. Flora, you… you are beautiful. But what I was going to say was that you’re so…sure of yourself.” He moved onto the bed, the mattress dipping under the weight of one knee, then the other, as he crawled up the length of my body until he was hovering over me. “Even that first night–before that, even in the bookstore–you seemed so confident. You were sad that night,” he said, kissing me, his lips brushing against my cheekbone. “But when you asked me to come home with you…” I felt his sigh across my temple. “I couldn’t say no. Not to you. Never to you.”
“Anything I want,” I breathed.
“You’re finally catching on.”
“Ryan, I want…”
I couldn’t put it into words.
His shoulders were broad and firm and I put one hand on each, pushing him up and over to lay him back against the pillows. I crawled over him, crouching over his hips to kiss him. His cock throbbed against my center, still separated by our clothing, and I moved against it, feeling his hardness. Our lips parted with a soft sound and I watched his eyes widen as I shimmied to his knees, then reached with two hands to pull off his boxer briefs. His shaft sprang out, hard and eager, and I took it in one hand, stroking it gently. It was warm and hard as steel and as I stared, a pearl of clear fluid beaded at the tip. I bent towards it, darting my tongue out, and licked it off.
“Jesus, Flora,” Ryan groaned, and his cock jerked in my grasp.
I did it again, then kissed the underside, where his crown met his shaft, and then opened my mouth, letting his head land heavy and hot on my tongue. He tasted clean and musky, like man, like Ryan, and I closed my eyes and I sealed my lips around him, swirling my tongue over him. His hand found my head and his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me up and off him.
“Flora,” he said, “you don’t–”
