Page 78 of The Nanny

I nod slowly. “I did.”

“I need a shower,” he says deliberately. “Would you be interested in joining me?”

My mouth is curling just as all the reasons why that’s a bad idea hits me—realizing that a shower means being completely exposed and out of control. Thus far I’ve been able to hide the scar on my back that will surely give everything away, but naked and wet will one hundred percent ensure that Aiden sees it, subsequently discovering just howwellhe knows me, even outside of our newfound intimacy.

I try to mask the building anxiety in my chest, keeping my expression even as I push my laptop to the side. “What if I like you like this?”

“Like this?” He looks down at his damp clothes. “I’m a sweaty mess.”

“I can think of a lot better reasons for you to be a sweaty mess,” I tell him coyly.

His expression changes. “Can you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

I pat the bed beside me, and he immediately pushes away from the doorframe to press a knee to the edge of bed before crawling up toward me. His hands brace on either side of my hips to cage me in, and I have to admit that the smell of his sweat mixed with his deodorant and something that is just inherentlyAidenisn’t at all unpleasant.

“And how do you propose we fill the time, Cassie?”

I reach to let my fingertips tuck under his shirt, grazing his abdomen and feeling it tense under my touch. “I can think of a few things.”

“Hmm.” He ducks his head to press his lips to my throat, and I close my eyes, curving my fingers around either side of his hips. “Are you asking me to fuck you, Cassie?”

My stomach clenches. It’s still a little difficult to reconcile the shy-smiling Aiden with the dirty-mouthedAthat I now know are one and the same, and I can’t help but wonder just how much Aiden has been holding back with me.

“I might be,” I gasp, feeling his knee wedge between my legs, applying pressure between them. “If you’re not too tired. I know at your age all that activity might—”

I yelp when his teeth nip at the base of my throat, his hand covering my breast through my shirt to squeeze as his thumb teases my nipple through my thin sports bra. His hands are already tugging at my leggings—the cool air of the air-conditioning hitting my skin as he rolls them down, with my underwear following close behind.

“You’re already soaked,” he murmurs. “I think you want me to fuck you very badly.”

I turn my face to kiss his jaw, tucking my fingers into the waistband of his athletic shorts. It takes only one motion to pull him free, and he makes a pained sound when my hand wraps around his already-hard cock to give him a teasing stroke. “You’re no better off, Mr.Reid.”

“I’m learning that Ialwayswant to fuck you, Cassie. It’s becoming a problem.”

“I’d hardly call it a problem,” I breathe, pressing my thumb against his slit to smear the bit of precome there. “Especially since I feel the same way.”

He’s starting to ease my T-shirt up my belly, and that samepanic bleeds through my heavy arousal as warning bells set off in my head. I push at his hips to urge him to turn, guiding his body until he falls to his side and then rolls on his back. He situates himself so that he’s resting against the headboard and my pillows, and I crawl into his lap immediately, sliding my wet center against his hard cock in a slow back-and-forth while his hands settle at my hips to grip there.

“Let me,” I say. “Wouldn’t want you to tire out.”

He tries to smile, but it’s short-lived when I rock against him again. I brace my hand on his shoulders as I reach between us to grab his cock, holding him steady as I slowly lower down onto him. I can see the raised tissue of his scar near my fingers where they’ve rucked up his shirt, and there is a flash of guilt that surges through me, but it fades away quickly when he starts to fill me.

I like the way his mouth parts and his eyes grow heavy as he watches himself disappear inside me, his teeth settling against his lower lip as my hips meet his, completely full of him. “Do whatever feels good,” he murmurs, his voice like a thick honey that I can almost feel dripping down my skin. “I want to watch you use me.” His hand slides over my hips to palm my ass, looking at me with eyes that seem to be burning. “Because after that... I’mgoingto fuck you, Cassie.”

I canfeelthe way liquid heat courses through me, the way I practicallydripwith his words—clamping down around nothing as the air in my lungs seems to catch fire. His eyes are fixed on the place where we’re joined now, waiting for me to move at my own pace. He feels so much larger like this, so much deeper—and I whimper as I involuntarily constrict around him—a fruitless effort because there is no room left, no give. Nothing butAiden.

I try to lift up slowly, feeling every inch of him sliding against me inside as I pull off. The sensation of lowering back down feelslike I might burst with the thickness of him, but the slight burn is delicious, the friction heavenly.

“Good,” he grinds out, the sound harsh in my ears. “Good girl.”

I shiver, making a pitiful sound as my insides give another vain squeeze. Aiden rubs soothing circles at my thigh.

“You like that?” I feel his hand slipping between us, his thumb pressing against my clit to tease me. “Like hearing how well you take me?”

I think I nod; it’s a barely there movement that feels like too much—and Aiden hums in approval as he rolls his thumb against the most sensitive part of me.

“Fucking dream inside you,” he murmurs. “Keep moving like that, Cassie. I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”

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