“I don’t know. For getting hard?” It sounded ridiculous to say it out loud and I wanted to bury my face in his shoulder to hide my embarrassment. I wasn’t going to run away, though, because I liked the feeling of his hand on my arse too much.
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Probably.” I snorted. “Ignore me, I’m being ridiculous.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No?”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“I am,” I said, slowly arching my back and pushing into his hand. “I’m just struggling to believe this is real. It feels like a dream.”
“What would make it feel real?” There was a teasing curl to his mouth but a sweet sincerity to his gaze that made my insides bubble.
“Keep kissing me? Please? I don’t need anything else, not tonight, but please, keep kissing me so I can remember what it feels like when I wake up later.”
“I’m not going to say no to that.” Matty drew me in for another kiss as a thousand butterflies exploded into life inside me.
There was so much more I wanted, but I wasn’t going to rush, no matter how much my body was screaming at me. Whateverthis was, there were a thousand ways it could go wrong, and it wasn’t just me who’d be hurt if it did.
I had to be sensible and dip my toe in first, test the water before I went leaping in. Otherwise, there was a very good chance I’d be swept away and left with a broken heart, no career, and nowhere to go.
But damn if for once in my life, I wanted to be the furthest thing from sensible.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Matty
I could still taste Harperon my lips when I woke up at eight, the sweetness of his strawberry lip balm lingering like a ghost. If I closed my eyes, I could feel his weight on me, the press of his cock against my thigh, and smell the sweat and body spray clinging to his skin.
It should have concerned me how much I wanted him. He was Jack’s nanny, my fuckingemployee, and completely off-limits. Except my brain had decided to exercise free will and ignore the mental barrier I’d tried to put around Harper because it knew the guy who’d erected it was full of shit and wasn’t going to do a damn thing to stop it.
Sighing, I rolled over in bed and groaned into the pillow. Why the hell had my brain chosenhimto crush on? There were so many other options.
Except there weren’t.
I’d always had a competence kink. There was just something obscenely hot about being around someone who knew what theywere doing. It was part of what had always attracted me to Hannah.
“You’re a piece of shit,” I muttered to myself as I twisted my head to the side to stare at my bedroom door, wishing Harper would suddenly appear through it. We’d gone our separate ways after making out on the sofa for a while and I’d unashamedly jerked off in bed before I’d fallen asleep.
Thinking about Harper and the taste of his lips was making me hard again, my cock aching as I rocked my hips against the mattress, the fabric from my sleep shorts adding the perfect amount of friction. It sent a burst of desperate pleasure rolling through me, enough to tease but not enough to get me off. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly as I levered myself up slightly so I could grind down, humping the mattress like some desperate teenager. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this damn horny.
Or had someone specific to fantasise about.
I had no fucking clue what Harper would like in bed but last night he’d been happy to sprawl out across me and let me hold him, guiding my mouth to his so I could kiss him over and over until our lips were sore. He’d been shyer than I’d expected, but that could have had something to do with the fact he was making out with his boss at half one in the morning.
Maybe he’d be more take-charge if the situation was different… or maybe he preferred to be taken care of. His whole job revolved around looking after young children and I doubted he switched off much, so maybe he liked letting someone else make the decisions for once.
I could do that. I’d happily spoil him rotten, taking him apart until he was crying and begging from overstimulation, coming dry in my hand and completely wrung out from pleasure. If he wanted to top, I’d tell him exactly how to fuck me, not letting him come until I was ready, even if he was desperate.
And if he was the sort who preferred to take charge, I could still work with that. It might be nice not to have to think for once. I did enough of that every day.
Maybe he could do to me what I’d been fantasising about doing to him.
A moan ripped from my lips as my hips jerked, desperately chasing a high I couldn’t reach. Not like this. I rolled over again, crashing into the middle of the mattress and shoving my shorts down with one hand. I gasped as I wrapped my hand around my cock, smearing the small amount of precum across the skin as I began to pump my shaft. My hips thrust up again, fucking my fist as visions of Harper riding me flooded my mind.
He’d look so good with his golden hair thrown back, hands on my stomach as he took what I gave him, face completely lost in pleasure.
