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“Yes, I just don’t want you to feel bad.”

“Baby. I could never feel bad when my face is in your pretty pussy.” He leans down and his tongue comes out and he licks me up and down. “I need you to watch me. Make sure your eyes never leave me,” he instructs me. “The minute you stop watching”—a finger slides into me—“is when I stop moving.”

“Okay, but—” I stop speaking when he bites down on my clit, and I moan.

“She likes a little bit of pain.” I don’t know if he’s asking me or telling me as he kisses my inner thigh before sucking my clit. “Tastes like fucking heaven.” His tongue slides into me with his fingers. “Look at how your pussy is taking my fingers.” I look between my legs, my eyes going to his hand as he pulls his fingers out of me and then moves them up to my clit, where he rubs in a circle. “Tell me what you feel,” he urges when he turns his wrist and slips two fingers in me.

“I feel . . .” I put my hands behind my legs. “. . . like I need more.”

“Like my cock?” I nod. “You only get my cock when you come on my tongue.” I groan out in frustration when he curls his fingers up, and my hips buck. “Found the spot.” He smirks before he sucks my clit and then continues fingering me. My eyes close as I take in the feeling.

My hand flies to his head. “Lincoln,” I breathe out his name through my teeth.

His hand and mouth stop moving at the same time. “I said watch me,” he reminds me, and my eyes fly open. “What do you feel now?”

“Feeling tight,” I answer him honestly. “It’s like it’s right there.”

“Look at my fingers.” He pulls them out of me to the tips. “See how wet you are.” He slides them back in. “Your pussy contracts every single time.” He sucks my clit as I watch him, feeling like I’m there, knowing it’s coming, and afraid it’ll go away. “So wet.” His tongue slides into me with his fingers. “So tight.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg him as he moves faster and, for the first time ever like this, I come. I can’t help but close my eyes. “Lincoln,” I moan out his name and try to close my legs to make sure he doesn’t move his mouth off me. I can feel my pussy contracting over and over again on his tongue. I’m panting, not sure what the fuck to do. He pulls his fingers out of me, and they go into his mouth as he leisurely sucks them clean.

I’m about to say something when the doorbell rings. I jump up and cover myself. He smirks, gets up, and pulls his shorts over his cock. “That’s the pizza. I’ll be right back.”

The minute he walks away from me, I grab my shirt and pull it back on and make sure that no one can see anything.

The orgasm that was supposed to leave me mellow instead has me wound up tight. I have to admit this isn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Getting involved with my boss is not something that I should be doing. But Lincoln makes me do and say things that push me out of my comfort zone.

He comes back in with the box of pizza in his hand, the smile on his face fading. He stops in his tracks. “What’s wrong?”

He has to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Like a prince in those fairy-tale cartoons, figments of our imaginations. I learned a long time ago that fairy tales are not real.

“We need to talk about this.” I point to the couch where the scene of the crime happened.

“What is there to talk about?” He walks to the island and puts the pizza box on it, then turns to me.

“Well, I’ve never had a job before,” I start, still trying to calm down, “but I’m pretty sure my boss is not supposed to have his hand down my pants. And I don’t think I’m supposed to give my boss a blow job.” He smirks. “It’s not a good idea.”

“I don’t know about that. Although I’ve never had my hands down the pants of anyone who worked for me, nor has someone I’ve worked with had my dick in their mouth”—he comes to me and puts his hands on my hips—“I think it was fucking phenomenal.”

“I’m not here for long. If you annoy me—which, let’s face it, with your track record, the chances are pretty high—then it’ll be more awkward than it has to be. Plus, Asa will be in the middle of it.” I look down, and he moves his hands from my hips to my face.

“I think we can both make sure not to drag him into this.”

“You would think.” I sigh. “But that is what my nanny said right after she was caught sleeping with my father.” I close my eyes. “I was sent off to boarding school, and she ended up having my baby brother. And then my father stopped speaking to me when I was in college, after he slept with my brother’s nanny, who also happened to be my now-ex-best friend.”

“Finley,” he says, “breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“We’re two adults who understand what is going on. I appreciate that you are concerned about Asa, but what goes on between us is about us and has nothing to do with him. It has nothing to do with our working relationship either. Yes, I probably will annoy you, and you can call me on it anytime. But this isn’t about Lincoln the dad and Finley the nanny. This is all about Lincoln, the man who wants and is pretty fucking attracted to Finley, the woman.” He kisses my lips. “Now, how about we have some pizza and then go upstairs and get you naked and in my bed, where I’ve been picturing you since last night?” He trails. “Unless you don’t want that.”

I look into his eyes and think about what he just said. “I’m leaving town when this is all over,” I remind him, “so this is a fling, of sorts.” He doesn’t say anything, and I push away the way my chest tightens, telling myself it’s just the nerves about having sex with him. “But I would like to be naked and in your bed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

LINCOLN

“How hungry are you right now?” I ask her, and a smirk takes over her face.