Page 59 of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand Nanny
“Yes,” she said.
“I didn’t ask yet,” I laughed between kisses. “You don’t even know–”
“Anything you want, Ryan,” she said with a small smile, and pulled her shirt off over her head.
Anything?
Not yet.
Butthis? For now? I couldn’t say no.
“You already know whatIwant, Flora,” I whispered in her ear, pulling her earlobe in between my teeth for a moment before I kissed down her neck. She hissed, then a soft moan escaped into the air between us. “Yes, that’s right. I want to hear you. Want to make you beg, want you to come with my name on that sweet little tongue.”
“Fuck, Ryan,” she swore, and tugged my shirt out of my waistband. Together, we unbuttoned it, her lips not leaving mine while the shirt was shucked away. As soon as my hands were free, I reached for her, dragging the straps of her bra off her shoulders and replacing its fabric with my own cupped hands. She practically tore open the zipper of my khakis, getting her hands on my cock at last, and we both sighed.
“Here?” I asked, and she nodded, lifting her hips and shimmying out of her loose shorts and cotton underwear. She was wet and glistening, and with a roar of satisfaction, I realized it was because of me. I growled as I swiped my fingers through the sticky mess. “Didn’t get enough last night, Flora?”
She moaned as I sank two fingers inside. “Oh, Ryan, yes.” She was warm and tight and felt so damn good around my digits as I curled them up against her walls, stroking her. My thumb found her clit, rolling over it until she was squirming and panting. One of her hands was wrapped around my neck, keeping me close, and the other was loosely stroking my cock, not enough to get me over. Her rhythm faltered every time I brought her too close to the edge.
“Do you want to come like this, flower, or–”
“Your cock,” she said instantly. “Please,now.”
“Condom–” I double-checked, but she shook her head, wrapping her legs around my hips, pulling me toward her.
“Fuck me, Ryan, I want you to–”
“Yes, sweetheart,fuck–” The counter was the perfect height, my desperate cock aligning perfectly with her pink, swollen entrance as I slicked my length through her arousal once, twice, coating myself.I’ll remember this every time I make coffee,I thought vaguely, staring down at my glistening cock.I’ll start every goddamn day with the memory of Flora’s perfect body and if I have my way, I’ll end every day with her sat on the counter like this as she falls apart around me–
And that was where we were when Charlie Martin found us, his perpetual grin melting into an open-mouthed gape of absolute shock and confusion. I scrambled awkwardly to cover Flora’s body with my own, yanking my boxer briefs over my erection.
“Well, I came to check in on you when you didn’t answer my texts,” he said, turning his back to us hurriedly. “But… I guessthatexplains why.” I glared at the back of his head.
“Oh my god,” Flora whimpered from behind me. “Oh mygod.”
“Charlie, get thefuckout of here,” I hissed.
“Yes, yeah, leaving, shit, sorry,” Charlie said. “But you better believe we’re talking about this later.”
“Get. Out,” I growled and Charlie held up his hands in surrender, but Flora interrupted.
“Charlie,” she said, her voice stronger than I would have expected. “Please,please, don’t tell your brother.Please.”
“Flora,” he said, holding up his hands, his back still turned. “It’s Flora, right?” He paused, but she didn’t respond. “I know my brother has–or had–a reputation as a playboy, but I’d appreciate you not lumping me in with him. I wouldneverin a thousand years consider telling James that his wife’s best friend has been hooking up withRyan Walker.First, because a gentleman doesn’t ever kiss and tell, even secondhand, and second, because he would never believe me.Ryan!Walker!Who would have ever guessed!” He laughed, and I scowled at his irritating back.
“Leave, Charlie, before I–”
“Ohho, Ryan,” he said, “watch out. I think your adolescent threat to kick me in the balls should be reconsidered, don’t you?”
Flora looked at me, eyes wide and worried, and I shook my head. It was true that Charlie would never let me live this down–but he was also true to his word. He wouldn’t tell anyone.
“Go, Charlie!” I said, but my voice had lost its heat.
“Going!”
I closed my eyes, my brows drawn tight, and waited until the sound of Charlie’s footsteps had moved through the foyer, then listened as the door opened and slammed shut. Then I waited, not daring to breathe, for a moment longer.Shit. I needed to apologize, but there was nothing I could say to fix this.
Flora’s shoulders were shaking where I held on to her.Anything you want, I’d told her a thousand times, and she’d wanted this to be kept a secret, and I’d fucked it up. Had Charlie–fuckingCharlie–ruined whatever chance I had of keeping Flora close, of making this thing permanent? My heart was pounding. My own hands shook with adrenaline coursing through me.
