Page 6 of Nanny for the Single Dad Cowboy
I feast on her like I’ve been starving, tongue circling her clit, dipping lower, back up again, every move calculated to wring another sound out of her. She thrashes, tries to close her legs, but I hold her wide, relentless.
“Holy mother of—“ Her voice breaks, and that’s when I know I’ve got her.
I flatten my tongue against her clit and suck, hard, while sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling just right until her hips buck. She’s soaked already, dripping down my hand, and I groan into her, the vibration making her sob out my name.
“You taste good,” I growl against her, thrusting my fingers deeper, tongue flicking her clit mercilessly.
She’s panting, begging now, the bravado stripped away. “Don’t stop, please.”
Her legs tremble around me, thighs clamping, and then she breaks, climax ripping through her with a cry that echoes in the room. I ride it out, licking and sucking until she’s wrung dry, until she shoves weakly at my head, oversensitive.
Only then do I pull back, chin slick, smirking up at her wrecked expression.
“That’s one,” I say, voice rough. “We’re just getting started.”
My clothes come off next, and I’m back to hovering over her, my fist wrapped around my dick, my other hand supporting my weight.
She lies back, wide-eyed, as I drag the head of my cock through her slick folds, teasing, coating myself in her wetness. She gasps, hips chasing, desperate for more, but I hold back, enjoying the way she squirms.
“Please,” she whimpers, clawing at my shoulders.
That’s all I need. I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream tears through the room, high and broken, and I bite back a groan, the stretch and heat of her nearly undoing me right there.
“Christ, you’re tight,” I grit, holding still just long enough to feel her flutter around me.
Her hands grip my back, nails digging deep. “I need you to move.”
So I do. Hard, relentless strokes that make the bedframe creak, every thrust forcing another cry from her lips. I angle my hips, grinding deeper, hitting the spot that makes her gasp like she’s shocked I found it.
“Right there,” she chokes out.
I smirk, pinning her wrists above her head again, pounding into her harder, faster, sweat dripping down my temples. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, filthy and raw.
She’s writhing beneath me, undone, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. I bite at her collarbone, leaving marks I know she’ll see tomorrow. She clenches around me, orgasm tearing through her again. She shakes beneath me, body milking my cock.
I slam into her one last time, spilling deep, shuddering as the climax rips through me, every muscle straining. I grind against her, emptying myself, until I finally collapse against her back, breath harsh, body trembling with the aftershocks.
She’s limp beneath me, skin slick, hair damp, and I don’t move for a long moment. Just hold her there, both of us wrecked, the room heavy with sweat and sex.
She collapses onto the mattress first, boneless, her hair a mess of damp strands across her face. I drag myself beside her, chest heaving, sweat cooling on my skin. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our breathing, rough and uneven.
Her breath evens out, almost like she’s drifting already, and I lie there staring at the ceiling, unsettled. I don’t even know her name, but I already know I’ll remember her.
Hell. I already know she’s trouble.
3
TESSA
Six months. That’s how long it’s been since the conference. Since the night I swore would stay a one-time mistake, tucked into the dark corners of my memory. Since I quit AegisTech, walked away with my head held high, and then set fire to everything by blowing the whistle.
That day, I swore I would make Richard pay, and I finally did it. Three months ago, I handed over the evidence to the FBI. Every file I’d buried, every encrypted string I’d risked jail time to keep hidden. I told myself it was the right thing, that people needed to know how deep Richard Kane’s corruption went.
And maybe it was the right thing. Maybe. But now? Now I’m the one paying for it.
No one wants to hire the girl whose name is forever linked to a company blacklisted by half the government. My resume is poison. Every interview feels like a trap, every polite smile from a recruiter brittle at the edges. They all know I’m the one who “couldn’t be trusted to keep company secrets.”
Like integrity is a liability.
