Then I gently put my glass on the table. When I reached forward and took his from him, our fingertips brushed, and I felt fireworks.
As soon as Beau’s glass was set down beside mine, I turned, moving slowly, purposefully.
The wild, desperate, horny animal inside me wanted to pounce. Wanted to have as little time as possible between being apart from Beau and having my body plastered to his.
But I didn’t want it to be that—a furious, rushed moment that could be explained away as a one-time thing. I wanted Beau to know exactly what I was intending on. I was asking for permission, telling him what I was doing through my slow crawl across the sofa.
I was giving him the chance to stop it.
He didn’t.
I could barely breathe, and I could’ve sworn my heart had climbed up into my throat. My skin was on fire, my pussy had a fucking heartbeat.
Even as it was happening, I felt that I’d remember this moment until the day I died. Time stretched into eternity. I’d forever remember it as a split in my life. For better or for worse, my life would never be the same.
The moment was so quiet, so slow, that I could count my heartbeats. Beau sat frozen in place, his chest heaving visibly and his eyes blazing.
But then he wasn’t frozen anymore.
And life was no longer slow and quiet.
His hands went to my hips, and he dragged me on top of him, so I was straddling him. It was immediately clear how much he wanted me. Howbighe was.
I’d known he’d be big; he was the epitome of big dick energy. I’d seen the outline through his jeans, but feeling it was a whole other story. It scared me a little. Mostly, it just turned me the hell on.
I let out a sound that was a mix between a moan and a gasp as his hard cock pressed against the thin fabric of my PJs. Right into my pussy.
I almost came. From just that contact. From him being hard and magnificent, where I was soft and so vulnerable.
His other hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me to him.
Finally,a voice inside me cried.
Finally, we would kiss. My lips ached for it.
But he merely laid his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, posture rigid. His cock was still pressed against me, and I longed to move, to grind myself against him like a dog in heat.
“We can’t do this,” Beau groaned, holding me tightly by the hips but not pushing me away. He was holding me plastered to his body. He was holding me like he never wanted to let me go. “You are my fuckingnanny.I’m technically your boss.”
“Then fire me,” I said immediately. “Fire me. Then I’m nothing.”
Beau’s eyes flared with an intensity I didn’t think I had ever seen in a man before. Certainly not one directed at me. “You arenot nothing, Hannah. And there is no way in fuck I’m firing you. I would not do that to Clara.”
The mention of Clara’s name dampened my arousal somewhat. I still wanted Beau more than my next breath, and I knew he wanted me that way too. Maybe more. But still, in the midst of this, while a woman he clearly wanted was throwing herself at him, he was thinking of his daughter. What was best for her.
And that just made him ten times hotter. Made me want him ten times more, if that were even possible.
I licked my lips, considering.
Beau let out a low growl, his grip tightening as he bucked his hips.
When his cock surged against me, I let out a moan as pleasure spiked through me from the contact.
“Fuck, Hannah,” he growled, leaning his head against mine again. “You’re making it really fucking hard to be the honorable man here.”
“I don’t want you to be honorable.” My voice was little more than a moan. “I want you.”
He gripped me tighter still, almost to the point of pain, then he was up, and I was delicately placed on my feet in front of the sofa.
