Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
But she didn’t allow me to. I saw Hannah bend over my desk, her ass in the air as she hiked that skirt up and over smooth, creamy flesh.
My hand turned into a fist as I gripped my length.
I imagined her legs spreading wider for me while she reached back and held herself open for my perusal. That thought alone shot a shiver down my spine. I felt my tongue lick all the way up that wet, pink slit.
The thought of Hannah moaning, squirming and crying out my name was too damn much. My breath caught in my throat and I grunted as I braced my hand against the shower wall and stroked my cock harder.
I threw my head back as my breath came out in little pants. My shoulders juddered as my stomach clenched and tightened. I thought about my bare cock plunging into her body and that tipped me right over the edge. My hips jerked and twitched until I'd pumped every last drop of cum from my body. By the time I was done, I was panting and shaking my head.
What the fuck?
The woman hadn't even started and already—I had fucked her in my head. Just the thought of that supple young body of hers sent shivers up and down my spine. Even after a climax like that, I was still on fire.
Not liking the implication of her effect on me, I quickly rinsed myself off and yanked down my towel before getting out of the shower. I had to stop thinking about her. That was the only way to curb the strong urges that threatened to rear their ugly heads again.
With great deliberation, I pushed Hannah out of my mind as I dried off. I didn't have time in my life for women at the moment. The only person I had time for was Annie. I had to keep my eyes on that and not fall into that honey trap again. The last thing I needed was another Daphne.
Chapter Five
Hannah
Betsy and I made it home safely. I sailed into my apartment and plopped down on my couch. I felt strangely exhilarated and pumped up on adrenaline as if I’d just got off one of those giant rollercoaster rides.
I kicked off my shoes and leaned my head back against the couch. For the millionth time, I replayed the interview. Christian had been distant, but not cruel. I'd met my fair share of snobby, uptight parents, but that didn't seem to be the problem with him. He just seemed a bit… cold. Not with Annie though, that was warm and natural, and much more important. I'd seen cold parents with their children. Not fun. Those kids were always a little screwed up and who could blame them?
Maybe he just had strict rules about fraternizing with the staff. I one-hundred percent intended to keep him at a safe distance. Mostly because I didn’t want to burn through too many panties.
Even so… Christian’s sexy face popped into my head again.
No… he was not stuck up, but he definitely had an air of sophistication about him. I thought about the elegant way he moved while he showed me around his house. Part of me wondered what it would be like to climb into his lap and nibble on his ear while he talked.
His lips looked so inviting. A bit on the plump side and just begging for my own lips to be pressed against them. The way he'd licked his lips was enough to almost push me over the deep end. I imagined that tongue sliding into my folds and tasting me. The thought made me shiver. I wanted to feel him touch me, even just once.
Do NOT have these kinds of thoughts about your boss.
I knew it was wrong, but it felt so, so right. I was fascinated by him. His looks, his strong personality. Something so tightly restrained about him made me want to draw out his wild side. I just knew deep down that this man was a monster in all the best ways. I wanted to see more and get to understand the man behind the chilly wall he'd put up.
Come on, Hannah!
I forced myself to get off of the couch and wander into the kitchen. I needed food. Nothing could be wrong enough that a bit of chicken and slice of apple pie wouldn’t cure. I peered into my fridge with a slight frown. Other than the apple pie and leftover chicken, the shelves were nearly bare. Thank God, I'd landed the job.
I hadn't had a job in a couple of weeks. After my last nanny position ended, there had been nothing suitable at the agency so all I could do was sit, wait and be glad that I'd had some meager savings put aside, but it had dwindled quickly. A little loan to a good friend to help pay her medical bills, an emergency car repair, rent, food, bills. It all went so quickly. I promised myself I'd be a little more tight-fisted with my finances from now on.