Page 89 of The Nanny and the Nerd
“Take off your clothes.”
“Are you going to watch?” she asked, coming to her feet, then doing a spicy little turn in front of him.
“Hell yes,” he answered, removing his pants, then taking his cock into his hand.
She did another seductive twirl, presenting him with her back. He stood and drew his fingertips down the length of her spine as her skirt and panties fell to the ground. She was more beautiful than a work of art. The muscles in his chest tightened, but it wasn’t the humid heat that took his breath away.
She peered over her shoulder. “Are we about to goAO?” she purred.
“AO?” he repeated.
She took a few steps toward the glass, pressed her hands to the steamy surface, then smiled over her shoulder at him. “Adults only, you know, the video game rating metric.”
Sweet Jesus! Her sexy gamer talk would be the end of him!
He pinned her body to the glass with his, then dropped a kiss to her shoulder as he pumped his hips, slowly and gently caressing her ass with his hard length. Penelope gasped, and it was as if the spark that had been there from the very beginning was now on the verge of igniting into a sex-fueled firestorm. He kept her close, and despite his large frame, they fit together perfectly. With his hard angles and her petal-soft curves, their steam-slick bodies swayed, finding a rhythm, as he slipped his hand between her body and the glass. She arched her back, allowing him to cup his hand around her most sensitive place as he positioned his thick shaft at her entrance.
But he wasn’t about to take her—not yet. Instead, he worked her, teasing her entrance with his cock as he caressed her tight bundle of nerves with smooth, rhythmic strokes that had her panting. Teetering on the edge, she reached back and gripped his hips.
“I want to feel every inch of you,” she demanded, and a dirty grin stretched across his face.
He liked the bossy nanny side of her.
Without pausing his assault on her sweet bud, he drove his cock past her delicate folds, and with that one deep thrust, his desire for her overrode everything else. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the exquisite rush of pleasure as she tightened around him. Filling her to the hilt, he stilled and allowed the flood of sensations to flow through him. There was nothing to manage, nothing to block out. It was as if, with each delicious thrust, his body embraced the chaos while discovering a new equilibrium. He’d become a new man, a whole person, woven together with the bliss of making love to this woman.
“Rowen, I’m so close,” she breathed as he dialed up his pace, near delirious with the need to take her over the edge.
“Penelope,” he growled into her ear, desperate to have her trembling with erotic delight.
“Yes!” she cried, digging her nails into his flesh as her core tightened around him. He held her there, suspended in orgasmic bliss, caressing her, kissing her, and doing everything humanly possible to lengthen her release. And Jesus, what a rush! He could make this woman come all night and never tire of listening to her breathy gasps and dirty little moans. In what could have been the passing of minutes or the stretch of a millennium, she relaxed into him, her body trembling as he pulled out and lifted her into his arms. She met his gaze with a sated smile and dreamy eyes. Unable to look away, he committed her expression to memory, needing to catalog this moment. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, but barely a second passed before her body went rigid.
“What about you? You didn’t…”
“Let me tell you something about nerds, Penelope Fennimore,” he began, cutting her off as he opened the door to the steam shower. He stepped onto the cool granite floor, and the room temperature air sent a dizzying jolt through his body as he carried her to the four-poster bed.
“And what’s that?” she asked as he gently eased her naked body onto the bed.
His greedy eyes raked over her body. “Nerds never do anything one time. We experiment. We analyze,” he growled. He pressed kisses to her ankles, then her calves, then her thighs. Methodically, he worked his way up, inch by inch, tasting her, devouring her. “I should warn you. We require numerous trials.”
“Numerous?” she echoed.
He licked a hot trail across her sweet skin. “We scrutinize each step and test our concept again and again and again. We’re a relentless bunch. We don’t stop until we’re completely satisfied.”
“Wow,” she answered, wide-eyed as he positioned himself at her entrance, and she instinctively arched her body, allowing him complete access.
“And there’s something else,” he teased. Between the cool air and their hot, steamy bodies, he felt invincible, unstoppable.
“There’s more?” she asked.
He stared into her eyes, those pools of endless sable, and his expression softened. “I want to look at you, Penelope. I want to remember every sound, every sigh, every lusty gasp. Because when I take you over the edge again, I’m going with you,” he said, lowering his voice to a fearsome rumble.
“Let’s see what you got, Mr. Hot Nerd,” she challenged.
With his hard body poised like a rocket, ready for takeoff, he drove his cock inside of her as passion radiated between them. Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck, biting her lip as a dirty little moan escaped. Pumping her hips to meet him blow for blow, she was perfection. And he couldn’t get enough. Lifting himself onto an elbow, he held her gaze as he pistoned his hips, working her body into a flushed frenzy. Kiss after feverish kiss, their heated breaths mingled, their tongues tasting and exploring as they became one, writhing together, bodies drowning in a sea of sensation. And he was there for all of it. There was nothing to block out—the scents, the touch, the sounds, the taste, the vision of beauty gasping before him. He embraced every part of her, of them, of their union, as he dialed up his pace.
They were so close, so connected. He surrendered to her, to himself, to the unrestrained part of him that reveled in this newfound freedom. An invisible ribbon made of their lust and desire wrapped around their bodies, tightening, compressing, and squeezing the energy between them into a tiny ball of light. In a bout of reckless abandon, he called out, unable to stop himself. “Penelope, you’re mine,” he growled as she clung to him.
In a cascade of motion and sensations, they succumbed to their release, crashing into oblivion. Their bodies came together in perfect synchronicity. Waves of pleasure washed over them—and all the while, they never looked away.
