“I don’t fuck the staff,” he hissed out, his voice gruff with restraint.
I rolled my pointer finger over my lips. His eyes followed the action, the telltale swallow in dire contrast to his words. “It’ll be our little secret,” I whispered, trying to keep a straight face.
“You can’t sleep in here,” he repeated, raking a hand through his hair. The messy sexiness added to the appeal.
“Afraid you can’t keep it in your pants?” I taunted.
A deep frown etched his forehead. Judging by the contemplative look in his eyes, I’d challenged his control—something that probably didn’t sit well with him. Without a word, he swung his legs off the side and stood, giving me a delicious view of his sculptured back and tight ass. Oh, he definitely was a woman’s wet dream. He walked over to the single couch near the window. I grinned. When he picked up some pillows, scatter cushions, and returned, my smile fell. He lined them up between us. With a scowl pasted on his handsome face, he slipped under the cover once more, turned his back on me, and switched off the bedside light.
Surprised he’d accepted my suggestion, I rolled over onto my stomach with my head facing away. Only, his spicy cologne filled the air. I was hard-pressed to ignore the potency or the effect it had on my wet crotch. I stared at the open window, focusing my gaze on the moonlight sky outside. He hadn’t drawn the curtains, and I found the serenity calming. I pulled in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
Rayden
IINHALED DEEPLY. MYsenses immediately assailed by the distinct smell of strawberries. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Judging by the faint light outside, the sun was still climbing its way up the horizon. The abrupt weight on my crotch had me turning my head. I wasn’t sure which reacted first, my cock or my brain, to the woman lying next to me. Her even breathing indicated she was asleep, but her hand on my hard-on hinted otherwise.
Memories from last night flashed quickly. I’d gone to bed with a raging hard-on brought on by images of that purple vibrator sliding in and out of her slick pussy while I sucked on her hard nipples.Fuck. The reawakened picture stirred my cock. With my hands in the air, so I didn’t touch her, I shifted slightly, and her soft moan followed with her hand rubbing over my hard dick, halting further movement. Lying flat on her stomach with one hand over me and the other folded next to her on the pillow, she looked peaceful.
She wasn’t pretty like Neha said—no, she was striking. Now that she was all clean and smelling like a bucket full of ripe strawberries. I grinned, wanting to taste. Her hair, thick and curly, spread out behind her, left a few loose strands covering her face. Without thinking, I reached out and carefully shifted the locks back, immediately captivated by her beauty.
Long, dark lashes curled on her cheeks. Natural pink lips parted slightly, giving the appearance of a little girl. I smiled, recalling her sass and subsequent embarrassment when I picked up the vibrator. The idea that I might’ve walked in on her fucking her pussy, toyed with my restraint. I could’ve easily given into her taunting last night, called her bluff. She didn’t strike me as the type of woman who’d jump into bed with someone she’d just met. Then again, who was I to judge? Still, I struggled to remind myself that she was Trent’s nanny, and fucking her was not an option. There were severe repercussions to that kind of calamity, like the one claiming Trent as her baby daddy was enough to scare the crap out of me.
I took a couple of deep breaths, trying unsuccessfully to rein in my arousal. She changed positions, and I closed my eyes, keeping my breathing even in case she woke to discover that she now laid with her head on my chest.Jesus.Talk about keeping it in my pants. I closed my eyes, not daring to move. It was still early, and she’d move away on her own. Until then, there was no harm in enjoying her sexy heat. As long as I didn’t touch, I was safe.
“That better be your phone sticking into my back.”
My eyes snapped open. I’d drifted off to sleep again. This time, my hand lay over the curve of Sianna’s waist. And not surprisingly, my hard cock was wedged against her ass. Grinning, I lifted my head slightly to whisper in her ear. “No, babe, I’m happy to see you.” I laughed when she rolled away from my grasp and pushed up onto an elbow to stare at me. “Want to fuck?” I tried to keep my teasing as real as possible. Would she go for it?
Instead of the anger, I’d seen last night, her smile was mischief. “Again? I’m guessing you enjoyed last night then?”
I frowned. “Wait. We fucked?”
Her mouth fell open. “I’m hurt you can’t remember.” Her expression twisted into a fine line between offense and a pout. “Too much alcohol, I take it?”
Fuck.How could I not remember fucking that body? “We fucked. Shit. I thought that was just a dream.”
Her brow shot up, eyes bright with amusement. “You dreamt you were fucking me?”
