“I’m going to come,” I choked out.
“Then come!” Luke commanded.
As if I had been waiting for his permission, my body shuddered and shook. Then using one strong hand, Luke held me up, keeping me from falling.
Ella
I woke up to the summer sun streaming in through the sides of the curtains. I blinked against the light. I shifted then my pussy protested and my thighs protested. I grinned at the memory of the previous night. I turned to the side. Luke was gone. Of course, it could never be, but it would have been a nice way to start the day with something hot and hard inside me.
I gripped the hem of the covers and remembered. All night fucking. And I still wanted more, despite my sore body. The man was a beast. A beast, I’d gladly keep permanently. I frowned at the thought. This was a summer thing. By the time summer was over, I’d have a new job and Molly wouldn’t need a nanny, as she would be starting school.
Something akin to bereavement came over me at the thought. I quickly shook it off. This wasn’t the time to feel sad about leaving. I told myself to stop being silly. I had the whole summer to enjoy that hot bod. The man had skills too. All those other times I’d had sex, now faded in comparison. It had been just foreplay compared to what I had experienced last night.
I hadn’t slept for more than four hours but I had never felt more alive. My alarm shrieked, shattering the silence. I turned it off and dragged myself from the bed. The shower held more memories of our night together. Luke’s strong hands around me, holding me up as my orgasm rocked me.
I touched my folds. They were so swollen between my legs, I wondered how I could even walk.
I felt good though. Really good. I sang softly as I showered and dressed. Joy bounced off me as I left my room and tiptoed into Molly’s room. She had thrown her covers off and was snoring gently, her hair like a halo on the pillow. I stepped next to her bed and gently arranged the covers around her.
Molly seemed to like sleeping in a bit, which was a good thing as it gave me time to prepare for the day. My sister’s girls were up at the crack of dawn and ready to annoy the hell out of the whole household.
I tiptoed out and made my way to the dining room. My stomach clenched at the sight of Luke, solemnly reading a paper. Oh, but he was so beautiful, first thing in the morning.
“Morning,” I said almost shyly.
He looked up and smiled politely. “Good morning Ella. I trust you slept well.”
My own smile wavered. What happened to Sweet Ella? Had I imagined the whole night? I’d expected some teasing and joking. Not this stranger who acted like we hadn’t spent the whole night together fucking our brains out.
“Have a seat. Paul will bring you breakfast,” Luke said and continued reading his paper.
I was too proud to call him out on it. If he wanted to play stupid games, then he could very well play them alone. I sat down and told myself I had enjoyed a good night of sex. Now I needed to focus on my work. I wasn’t going to beg Luke to give me what he clearly wasn’t ready to give.
I sat there stewing until Paul came in with a plate of pancakes and sausages. My mouth immediately watered and I forgot how angry I was. “Thanks Paul,” I said happily and pounced on my breakfast. I felt Luke’s gaze on me, but I ignored him.
“What are your plans for today?” Luke asked.
I had been stuffing my last bite of food into my mouth. So, I took my time chewing and swallowing before I answered his question, “We want to do some painting this morning. Which reminds me, I need to go and look for paint.” I pushed the chair back. I could do the formal, cold tone too.
Still, Luke’s coldness stung. I flounced out of the dining room, pretending not to care, but the truth was... I did. I hated things without explanations. I went up the stairs and back to the playroom. On the shelves, all the toys and board games were neatly arranged.
Nothing looked out of place. In the few days I had been here, one thing that struck me was how little time Luke and Molly actually spent together. I might not be an expert on kids, but I did know one needed to spend time with them.
I remember how neglected my sister and I felt while our mom was at work all day and evening. As a single mom, she sometimes worked two jobs to make ends meet. I pushed away memories from my past. Luke had no excuse. He was home a lot, but he never actually spent time with Molly. It almost seemed like he was afraid of her.
I didn’t understand him. Last night and then this morning made it worse. He seemed to act like two different people. I sighed as I recalled his tenderness. The perfect lover, more concerned about my pleasure than his. Then this morning, he’d been a complete jerk. But then again, what was I expecting? We had daytime roles to play. I was the nanny and he was daddy. He couldn’t be obvious about fucking the nanny.
“Miss Cooper?” a small voice said.
I turned and smiled at the sight of Molly standing in the doorway, her long black hair mussed up and her eyes still heavy with sleep.
“Ella,”
