"You're a dirty girl underneath that sweet, girl-next-door outer shell you wear, Rosalee."
Her smile grew wider. "Who would've guessed?" She shook her head, still slightly embarrassed. "Was it okay, for you I mean? Did you enjoy yourself besides the orgasm part?"
"Fuck yeah. The sweet taste of your pussy and the way you called my name? There were a few times I had to think of something to avoid blowing my load too soon."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. In fact, I'm looking forward to watching your tits bounce in my face while you ride my cock."
Heat washed over her, and her eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes to all of that."
I watched as she stood above me, one foot on either side of my hips, as she lowered herself to my body. She didn't take me in right away; instead, she sat and slid up and down the length of my cock, coating me in her juices with her head tossed back, moaning and gasping with pleasure. "You are so fucking beautiful, Rosalee."
"You're not so bad either," she moaned. "And you feel even better."
The sight of her taking her pleasure was too much. I needed more of her. "Ride me, Rosalee. Right now."
She gripped my cock in one hand and slowly slid down my length until all of me was lost inside her body. "Oh wow, that feels amazing. And full. Very, very full." She laughed when my cock twitched inside her. "Good," she whispered. And then she began to move, testing different speeds and moves to see what she liked best and what I liked best.
When she leaned forward and moaned loudly, I took advantage of the situation and sucked one nipple into my mouth, making her shiver.
"Oh god, Xavier. That feels amazing."
My cock thickened as she pulsed faster and harder around me, her pleasure too strong to hide. I moaned and moved to the other side while she fucked my cock, riding me faster and faster until she found her next orgasm.
"Holy—" Her words were cut off by my kisses so she wouldn't wake Violet as a wildly powerful orgasm crashed over her. "Perfection," she whispered, still bouncing on my cock until my dick exploded and filled her body with my pleasure.
Rosalee's hips slowed and she rode out her pleasure until my cock slipped from her body. Only then did she fall over, asleep before her head hit the mattress.
I watched her sleep for far too fucking long, wondering if this was just fun or if it was the type of trouble I would have to payfor dearly. Only time would tell, and I knew I should care more, but watching her sleep with that satisfied smile on her face, all I could think was one thing.
More.
Mine.
Okay, two things.
Chapter 18
Rosalee
The next couple of weeks passed in a blur of activity that included a doctor's appointment for Violet, a shopping trip, also for Violet, and watching as the little girl became more aware of her surroundings. She now responded to Xavier's voice as well as my own, and she was becoming more mobile, which meant she required more attention.
And when Violet was in bed, I spent long, endlessly satisfying nights with her father. I explored my pleasure as well as his own, learning what pleased him and what pleased me, pushing those limits night after night. The time I spent with him was more intoxicating than any elixir, and I knew I was flirting with danger, playing with fire, and all those other sayings that meant I was living on a precarious edge where it was more likely than not that I would end up hurt. Possibly unemployed.
I couldn't help myself, though. For once in my life, I was being selfish, thinking only about what I wanted for myself and not how it would benefit someone else or the world at large. Xavier was just for me, and I relished our nights together when his gray eyes would stare down at me like I was something more than a nanny, like I was someone important to him. I knew thetruth, of course, that he didn't want me for anything more than my body and his convenient access to it, but in the moment, it felt like more than that.
Whenever my mind began to conjure up thoughts of happily ever after, I shoved those thoughts deep down so that only lust and desire remained. And if I pictured his image and mine in the place of the hero and heroine of my latest romance, well, that was just in my head and my heart, and it wasn't hurting anyone.
I was new to regular sex, never mind casual sex, so I knew it would take some time to wrap my head around the idea of sharing my body with someone while keeping my heart closely guarded. It was difficult because when he wasn't being gruff, Xavier was a great guy. He could be funny and sweet, thoughtful and kind.
I was in more trouble than I realized, but I couldn't give up this one thing that I was doing just for me.
At some point—hopefully far, far in the future—I would have to consider what I was doing and whether or not it was good for me. But for now? I soaked in his attention and his carnal treats.
"What smells so good?" Xavier's words snapped me from my thoughts, his voice, nearness, and thoroughly masculine scent wrapping around me as tightly as his arms.
I sighed and sagged against his chest with a whimper. He felt so good, and his generous affection was addictive. "Pasta with red sauce and cheese."
