Page 151 of The Nanny and the Nerd
He stilled—pretty damned impressed she’d thrown a hot swap into their hot nerdy talk. “You want me to replace your hard drive while your device is operational?” he asked.
She cocked her head to the side. “Is that what hot swap means?” she replied, her cheeks growing pink. “I heard Boomer say it to one of the developers the other day, and I couldn’t stop giggling.”
This woman!
“Lucky for you, IT is happy to perform a hot swap,” he answered, settling between her thighs.
“I require the hottest of hot swaps,” she demanded, spreading her legs for him.
He gripped her hips, then dipped his head and pressed a kiss against her tight bundle of nerves. “Oh yeah, this operating system is optimal for a scorching hot, hot swap.”
“The hottest,” she breathed as he went to work, sucking, licking, and tasting her sweetness. She bucked her hips, but he held her steady, winding her up, leading her closer and closer to release.
“Rowen, I want you. I need you,” she pleaded, her body trembling with raw need.
“I can expedite your request, ma’am. Here at Gale Gaming, the IT department never turns down a demand for additional services.” He shrugged out of his pajama pants and scaled the length of her body. Kissing a trail from her navel, he massaged her breasts before removing her silky nightgown. Naked and panting beneath him, Penny wrapped her arms around his neck as he positioned himself at her entrance. He inhaled a tight breath as every muscle in his body tensed in preparation. He loved this moment—this titillating stretch of time that teased and taunted him. He stared into her eyes and savored the sweet anticipation. But his sexy nerd girl wasn’t in the mood to take it slow. She squeezed his ass, digging her nails into his skin. The sweet bite of pain sent a lightning rod straight to his rock-hard cock, and he rolled his hips, reveling in the nirvana of that first delicious thrust.
“IT really goes above and beyond. It’s quite commendable,” Penny purred on a lusty exhale.
“We aim to please,” he replied, his voice low and dangerous as he flashed a wolfish grin. Setting a feverish pace, he pumped his hips, gliding in and out in hot, slick strokes. Their mouths met in a savage kiss, lips and teeth and tongues exploring and devouring as their bodies moved as one. It wasn’t long before they found themselves hovering on the edge of release. The slap of skin against skin mingled with the heat of their breaths. Penny met him blow for blow as they careened over the cliff into sweet oblivion. Falling, tumbling, drowning in a pool of swirling desire, they clung to each other, coming back to their bodies. Working to catch his breath, he kissed her temple, holding her close, not wanting to break the connection with the woman who’d unlocked his heart.
She gave him a dreamy, sated smile, and he brushed his fingertips across her kiss-swollen lips.
“I love you,” he whispered. Words he’d never expected to say now came as easy as knocking out a line of basic HTML.
“I love—” Penny began when their phones emitted a piercing chime, and his fiancée gasped. “The Phoebe alert!”
The Phoebe Alert!
Yep, they still used that gem of an app he’d thrown together.
A little info:
Phoebe understood that he and Penny now shared a bedroom. And she was just as onboard with Penny becoming her aunt as he was. He might have made strides when it came to opening his heart, but he damn well wasn’t ready to explain the birds and the bees to his niece. No, that would come when she was thirty-five or thirty-six. Maybe forty.
“What is it today?” Penny whisper-shouted, throwing on her robe. “Book on a high shelf, IT, or trouble with the plumbing?”
He wracked his brain. “Book on a high shelf!” he called as they sprinted over to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf as the door swung open.
Phoebe burst into the room wielding a jump rope like a lightsaber. “I know what you’re doing in here,” she exclaimed, swinging the rope.
He shared a look with Penny. “I’m getting a book off a high shelf,” he answered, then proceeded to, yep, get a book from a high shelf.
“No, that’s not what you were doing,” Phoebe answered. “You were,” the child continued, then tapped her foot twice.
His brain felt as if it were about to explode inside his skull. And while he’d figured out that experiencing this feeling was a fairly regular part of raising a child, he was not prepared to come up with an excuse so damned early in the morning.
Think! Two taps. Two syllables.
Screw-ing?Bang-ing?In-ter-course? No, intercourse had three syllables! Jesus! Phoebe didn’t know any of those words, did she? If his mind were an actual computer, this is where the damn device would spontaneously combust. He glanced at Penny, hoping she had this under control, but she must have come to the same conclusion. Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
“What do you think we were doing?” he asked, his question dripping with pure parental agony.
“Jumping,” Phoebe exclaimed, tapping the syllables with her foot before knocking out a few revolutions with the jump rope.
“Jumping?” he repeated.
Penny poked him in the chest. “Yes, we were jumping,” she said, her eyes telling him that whatever he did in this lifetime, he damn well better agree with her at this very moment.
