Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
But I can’t. I’m her employer, and we only met this morning. She’s great with my kids, and I don’t want to chance losing her through some embarrassing encounter.
Not that I would be embarrassed. Hell no, I’d be more than happy to join her in there, and to run my hands over that creaminess again and again. But I don’t want Regina to quit. Especially not after witnessing this delicious scene.
I watch, barely breathing as she thrusts the toy into herself again. Her pussy makes delicious, deep sucking noises because she’s so wet, and I shudder, imagining that it’s me she’s sucking into herself. Her pussy moistens even more as I watch, and then with a scream, Regina loses it. She pussy contracts violently, and even her pink asshole tightens with the rhythm. She screams out loud, a long “Mr. Blyyyyyyythe!” and then fluids gush all over, dripping down her folds to seep down her thighs.
Holy shit. I stare, my hand still on my hard rod. Did she just call my name in the heat of the moment? I watch as her pussy continues to contract violently. Cream pours from her hole and drips down her thighs as she breathes heavily, face down in the coverlet. Oh shit, oh shit. But then, Regina gets a second wave and she lifts her head ecstatically while letting out another low wail. “Ryannnnnn!”
It’s too much for me. The movement of my hand accelerates as I pant at the doorway, watching her luscious curves heave and shake. Then, I bite down on my lip as my back arches, and shudders course through my powerful frame.
“Fuuuuuck,” comes my low curse. Hot fluid seeps onto my fingers even as my balls pulse with the force of my ejaculation. As if sensing our dual climaxes, Regina mewls again, and I hear a distinct murmur.
“Ryan,” she breathes. “Oh god.”
She’s calling me. She’s calling me, and yet I can’t do anything about it. Not now. Not tonight. But soon, I will.
4
Regina
It’s so embarrassing to be here this morning. Not that my accommodations aren’t perfect, or that Ryan hasn’t been extraordinarily nice. It’s just that when I joined the family at the breakfast table this morning, it was like the CEO knew something. His blue eyes gleamed as he looked at me from across the table, and I swear, there was a frisson in the air between us.
But as I sit down, I remind myself to be real. Ryan Blythe is a handsome, rich, powerful man who can get any woman he wants. He probably has models on speed-dial, and socialites who would give their right arms to be seen with him. Who am I, by comparison? His chubby, frumpy nanny. A woman on his payroll, no less.
But the gleam persists through breakfast, and I notice a half-smile dancing at the corner of his sculpted lips. What is he so amused by? Did he do a google search on me and find something embarrassing? Surely not, because there isn’t much information about me, period. I generally keep a low profile, and am pretty private. No crazy social media accounts, no Instagram, no nothing with my name on it.
But somehow, I get the feeling that Ryan knows something about me. What could it be? He couldn’t have seen me last night, could he? I had some fun by myself before going to bed, but I swear I locked the door. It was so late too. The kids had been in bed for hours by then, and I’d taken a long, leisurely bubble bath before putting on a pink silk negligee.
But that hadn’t been enough. The excitement of the day kept me going, and soon, I found myself re-reading some of my favorite passages from The Open Window. Sure, the hero in the book has chestnut hair, and he’s actually a pirate turned good-guy ship captain. But I couldn’t help but imagine he was Ryan Blythe, and soon I was on my hands and knees, crying out as I imagined my new employer taking me from the back. He was huge, lusty, and spreading me so wide that I dissolved in a shower of hazy sparks with a scream and a cry. I don’t regret an instant of it.
But now, the CEO’s smiling that secret smile at me again, and I swear he has something up his sleeve. What is it? I’m going to confront him after breakfast and get to the bottom of this mystery. He can’t be like this, and not tell me.
Suddenly, a high-pitched clanging fills our ears and we all look up in alarm. What is that? It’s clearly a siren of some sort, and a very serious one too, judging from its volume.
Before my eyes, Ryan transforms before my eyes from a lusty pirate to the cool, calculating CEO who built a multibillion-dollar empire. He looks at Rico and says in a calm, low voice, “Get your brothers and sisters and keep them close. Regina will take you to the playroom. Nobody leaves your sight.”