Page 32 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

The milk goes flying, covering me, though she manages to hang onto the saucepot at least. She looks ready to beat me with it - I don’t need another concussion - until she realizes I’m not an intruder.

I place my hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently, as she’s covering her mouth. “Sorry, sorry!” I whisper-shout. “I didn’t mean to scare you! I just wanted you to know I was in here.”

“And you thought the best way to do that was by scaring me?!” she wheezes. But I can tell she’s okay. In the dim lighting from the fridge, I see an annoyed grin forming.

“Well, it seemed like a logical way to make my presence known at the time. You doused me again.” She rolls her eyes and we’re both grinning now.

Remembering myself, I let go of her shoulders, herbareshoulders. Christ, the hoodie is nowhere in sight. Just a snug little cami and teeny-tiny sleep shorts which barely cover her ass. And, I’m wearing nothing but these boxers.

I think she’s blushing but I can’t help looking at her, that smoking hot body with perfect handholds and her pert, sweet lips. My dick twitches –rise and shine– and I have to force myself to take another step back.

Turning, I grab some paper towels for the milk that’s not on me, surveying the mess and praying for some very non-horny thoughts to invade my brain.Naked grandmother, roadkill, root canals, moldy cheese, whatever it takes.

“Sorry for getting you,” she says, gesturing at my bare chest.

“I’m the one who did the scaring, Quinn. It’s my fault.”

“I’ll help you clean up.”

She kneels across from me as we mop up the mess off the floor but her eyes stay on my chest. I work out regularly to keep this body in shape. I have never been more glad of it when I see Quinn looking at me like that.

Fuck. Even in semi-darkness, her cami leaves little to the imagination. Plus, I already know first-hand how fucking amazing her tits are. My mouth waters. I should’ve stayed upstairs and gone hungry.

I force my eyes up to her face… and notice her eyes have dropped to my crotch. Did I jerk off only fifteen minutes ago? Because my cock’s under the impression it’s show time again.

We’re both squatting down on the floor, wearing very little and face to face. And her looking at me like that isn’t helping win the horny war. It’s hard not to rock forward on my knees and taste her lips and that’s before she wets them and boldly meets my gaze again.

Night time, the quiet kitchen, the knowledge of what the other person sounds like when they’re climaxing is a heady combination. It’s an ideal time for confessions. And a dangerous one. It’s dangerously ideal.

“Sometimes, it feels like that night was a dream,” she tells me, quietly,breathily.

Bringing up that night is not a good idea. Also, let’s please talk about that night.

Her eyes are still wandering south more than is wise if she wants my cock to stay inside these boxers. “I’ve thought about it, too. A lot.” Are we making eye contact or eye fucking? We’ll let the panel of judges decide. “I wanted to see you again but never imagined I’d see you here.”

“Me neither.”

She didn’t exactly say she wanted to see me again too but my ego can take the hit while my libido takes another swing. “I guess it’s best you bolted though… considering.”

“Yeah, for the best. But, I wouldn’t have bolted if I’d known you were talking to Jill.”

She wouldn’t want to be with someone who cheats which I certainly respect. If she’d known though, maybe she would’ve stuck around. Maybe we would’ve shared other nights. But I wouldn’t have hired her to be my kids’ nanny if so.

Our hands draw closer together as we chase down the last of the milk. “I’d never done that before, the one night thing.”

She’d told me that. I’m thinking there’s a question there. “I’ve done it occasionally the past year. When I get lonely enough.”

She nods thoughtfully. “I guess you’ve gone out since that night…”

“No, not since you.”

A smile. “Any relationships?”

“A friend with benefits type thing but no commitments.”

“Mrs. Childress?”

She parsed that out quick enough, huh? “Yeah. It’s been over for nearly a year.”

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