Page 251 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“Bench…end of the bed,” she directed as her sweat-slick breasts brushed against his chest.
He sat and steadied himself on the cushion as he held her close, gripping her hips. Libby tightened her hold around his neck and gazed into his eyes. Making love face-to-face with their heated breaths mingling in the slice of space between them, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She tasted like every color of the rainbow. Vivid and intense, they met their release, soaring through a kaleidoscope of hues. In this sacred space, sight, smell, touch, sound, and taste merged into a symphony of sensations. He disappeared into the sun, into her brightness, burning to a crisp in her arms as a euphoric wave of gratitude and love cradled his soul.
He was home. Libby was his safe harbor.
Limbs trembling from exertion, he kept her close. Their chests rose and fell in sync, their bodies unraveling. He played with a lock of her hair, recalling the words she spoke each night at Sebastian’s bedside.
Picture a time when you were truly happy. Hold the feeling inside your chest, close to your heart.
A cascade of images flickered through his mind—happiness filling his chest like honey, warm and sweet.
“We should check the time,” Libby said, her voice infused with a dreamy lilt. “We’ve got everyone coming for the barbecue a little after four. Our siblings and Sebastian should be back soon.”
His sisters and Libby’s brothers had been staying with them, helping with the move, and spending time with Sebastian.
Libby had barely uttered the words when the sound of a door slamming cut through their sex haze.
He checked his watch. “It’s a little after four, plum.”
“Four!” she exclaimed, bolting upright. “Our friends are going to be here any minute.”
“Dad, Mibby, we’re back!” Sebastian called from the first floor, followed by the rumble of footsteps.
Libby scrambled off his lap. “We have to get dressed.”
“Auntie Calliope and Auntie Callista are going out with Anders and Alec. They told me to find you,” the boy announced, his steps getting louder.
“Your brothers are taking out my sisters?” he asked, slipping on a pair of track pants.
She twisted her hair into a messy bun. “They’ve been going out for the last two weeks.”
“With Sebastian as their chaperone!” he countered, annoyance coating his words. He couldn’t help it. He’d always be a beast when it came to protecting his sisters.
“Chaperone?” Libby repeated. “They’re twenty-one years old. This isn’t Victorian England, beefcake. You’re in the Wild West,” she teased, plucking her bra from the floor.
He grumbled. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Raz, my brothers and your sisters have so much in common. They volunteer, and they’re choosing professions where they help people.”
“I get that, plum, but they’re my baby sisters.”
She patted his cheek. “Erasmus Cress, always the protective lion.”
Knock, knock, knock.
They stared at each other.
“Yeah?” he called warily.
“It’s me, Dad. Are you in there with Mibby?”
“Yep,” he answered, frozen. They could not get caught half-naked.
“Are you getting a book off a high shelf for her?” the lad pressed.
Relief flooded his system.
“Yeah, yes, absolutely! Books, shelves,” he blathered.
