Page 85 of The Nanny Game Plan
I willnotcause a scene or make a mess. I will breathe my way through this tangle of big feelings and find my way to the words that need to be said.
When I’m finally able to draw a breath without tearing up, I say in a rough voice, “Idolove them. And I would appreciate that so much. They are so special to me already. The thought of losing them makes me sad.”
“Don’t be sad, beautiful.” He brushes gentle fingers down my face before cupping my jaw in his hand. “And don’t stress about making any big decisions right now. I think we should just take it day by day. We’ll have fun and make memories and enjoy the time we get to spend with each other and the girls and…see how things go. And if you decide down the line that this isn’t what you want or need, we’ll go our separate ways with kindness and respect. No matter what, I know I’ll be grateful for every day I get to spend with you. Even if those days don’t stretch on for as long as I’d like.”
“And if you get sick of me, I’ll understand, too. I know I’m still kind of young and stupid,” I say, fighting big emotions again as he gazes down at me with what looks a whole lot like love.
Maybe it’s friend love.
Or grateful love for the way I’ve helped his kids.
Or maybe it’s something more, something as big and beautiful as the feeling that floods my chest as he whispers, “You’re the farthest thing from stupid. You’re fucking perfect and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
And then, he kisses me, and I don’t feel the cold anymore. All I feel is warm and safe and a little overwhelmed, but in a good way.
An amazing way. And before I realize what I’m doing, I have his pants open and his cock in my hand.
What can I say?
Big feelings apparently make me want to fondle a big cock.
“Fuck, Clover,” he says, as I stroke him and he squeezes my ass again.
“I’m sorry,” I say, but I don’t stop. I swoop my thumb over the tip of him, spreading sticky pre-come around the plump head of his cock, before stroking him again. “I’m not usually like this. I think you’re turning me into a sex addict.”
“Same,” he says, walking me back until my bottom hits the wall in a small alcove tucked out of sight of the door. “Think you can get your dress down fast if someone else decides to visit the roof?”
I nod, fast and loose. “Yes. I can. I absolutely can.”
A moment later, my dress is up around my waist, and my panties are tucked into Dean’s front pocket. Then, he shoves his pants and boxer briefs down just far enough to set his erection free before lifting me and guiding my legs around his waist. He somehow manages to get his cock lined up without releasing my thighs—skilled, the man is so very skilled—and then he’s inside me, sending my breath rushing out with an increasingly familiar surge of arousal and relief as he takes me against a wall for the second time tonight.
Third time, if you count the shower as a wall…
“Yes, yes,” I chant, clinging to him as my hips buck harder into his. I’m already so sensitive, so well-fucked that my pleasure spirals fast. “More. Deeper. Please, oh, God. It’s so good, Dean. It’s so good with you.”
“So good,” he says, his breath coming faster as he gives me exactly what I need. “Fuck, you make me want you so much, baby. All the time. Every minute of every day, Clover. I just want to be inside you, making you come for me.”
“I love it,” I say, biting my lip as the unwinding begins. “Love it so much, so… God, I’m coming. I’m coming again.”
He groans his approval into my neck as he joins me, his cock pulsing so deep inside that I feel it in places no cock should be able to reach.
But I like that he reaches those places.
That he reachesallmy places…
Even my heart, that place I’m beginning to think I’ve been guarding too hard. At least as far as he’s concerned.
“I like you,” I confess as he wipes my thighs with a tissue from my purse, insisting on performing the clean-up crew duties, as usual.
He looks up with a shy smile that does further damage to my guardrails. “I like you, too. And I want to be your boyfriend for real. Maybe we can tell Blue next week? Together? And let the rest of them find out whenever they put two and two together?”
I cup his perfect face. “Yeah. That sounds good. I’m not nervous about telling Blue, though. He just wants me to be happy. If I tell him I am, then he’ll be happy for us. Easy-peasy.”
“I hope so,” Dean says, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. “Eleven years is a meaningful age gap.”
I nod seriously as I accept the panties he presses into my hand. “Yeah, you’re super old. It would be gross if your cock wasn’t so rock fucking solid. But it is, so…”
He laughs, his eyes glittering. “All the time, woman. You keep me up so often, I’m starting to worry about my brain. I’m not sure it’s getting enough blood flow these days.”
