And her nipples were rock hard.
But when she didn’t attempt to cover her chest and instead kept tugging her shirt higher, I noticed a red scar.
Now, I can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop wondering what the scar could be from. I couldn’t get a close look at it, so it could be from anything, from an accident requiring stitches to open-heart surgery.
Which is ridiculous, considering she’s in her twenties.
Healthy. Vibrant. Standing barefoot in the cold morning air, doing yoga like she doesn’t have a single care in the world.
I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking off my concern.
Whatever that scar is, it’s none of my damn business. She’s my employee. The reason for her scar has nothing to do with her ability to do her job.
I force my gaze from her, continuing through the room and opening the rest of the curtains. But as I reach the last window, movement catches my eye again, and before I can stop myself, I glance back at Rowan.
She folds forward, giving me the perfect view of her ass.
And god… What an ass it is.
I clench my jaw, every muscle in my body becoming rigid.
Including the one in my pants.
It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted like this. Since my body reacted without permission. Grief and desire collide in my chest, confusing and unwelcome.
I close my eyes and press my forehead to the window, berating myself to get it together.
This is my employee, for crying out loud. She lives in my house. Takes care of my children. Not to mention, she’s only a few years older than my younger sister.
My twenty-five-year-old younger sister.
And I’m on the other side of forty.
The reminder alone should be enough to kill the feeling.
It isn’t.
My hand moves to the waistband of my pajama pants, and I wrap my fingers around my erection, giving it a few tugs. I moan, relief washing over me.
I should stop right now. The last thing I should be doing is jerking off while I watch my goddamn nanny do yoga as the sun rises in the distance.
But I can’t look away.
And I can’t seem to stop myself, especially as she lowers herself onto the mat, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her ass facing me.
It makes me imagine how she’d look if she were in the same position on my bed. Naked.
I rub myself harder, groaning at the image in my head.
What would she be like?
I may not know her all that well, but I have a feeling she’d be fucking incredible. She wouldn’t be timid or shy. Wouldn’t be remotely ashamed of exploring each and every one of her desires.
And I’d be more than happy to help.
She wouldn’t just lie there and make me feel like she were counting down the seconds until it was over, like it felt Cora did those last few years of our marriage.
No. Rowan would have sex the way she seems to do everything in life.
