She had complained about everything, from the food to the service and the class of the restaurant. Molly, Ella and I had sat quietly and watched her, but she had ruined the meal for everyone.
It didn’t help that my body was tight with sexual tension. All weekend, she kept popping back at the most inopportune times. And Ella didn’t like to have sex with Penelope in the house. The end result… I felt horny and angry. All I could think of was how much I wanted to have Ella's soft body in my arms, but at the same time, I could see that Molly was starting to feel more and more confident. And as much as I hated having Penelope come in and out of the house as if she belonged here, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt the progress Molly had been making.
I felt glad when bedtime came and the following day was Monday. Penelope could go back to her hotel and leave us to our normal peaceful lives. I slipped into the cool sheets, and waited patiently until…
I felt a warm body slip into bed. I grabbed her hips to pull her to me. She was naked as she usually was when she joined me in bed, but when my hands touched her skin, I froze. "What the—?" I pulled my hand away as though I’d been burned and reached for the bedside lamp switch. Light flooded the room and I turned my gaze to the person in my bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" I growled at Penelope.
She looked at me and smiled. "You weren’t complaining a few seconds ago," she said, a knowing look on her face. "Don't stop."
I threw back the covers and got up. I grabbed my boxer briefs and slipped them on. Feeling more in charge, I faced her. "We need to talk, Penelope," I said. The most important thing now was for her to understand that it was truly over between us.
"Do we really have to talk?" she asked and pushed away the covers, exposing her breasts and pussy. Slowly, she opened her legs and showed me how wet she was. Then she did that thing she used to do when she wanted sex. She pushed her finger into her pussy.
I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. I raised my cold gaze to her face.
She must have seen my complete disinterest because she pulled the covers up.
“There’s something I need you to understand, Penelope," I said, my voice sounding like ice. "It's over between us. My only interest in you is as Molly’s mother. Nothing else. I don’t want to fuck you—”
"Must you be so freaking crude," she muttered.
"Call it what you like, but I'm simply not interested. I don’t want you like that anymore. "
Her face twisted into an ugly grimace. "It’s because you're fucking the nanny, isn’t it?"
I inhaled sharply. I thought that we'd kept that private. It seemed not.
"You didn’t think I knew, did you?" she said triumphantly.
I stared at her. “What does it matter if you know or not? I don’t need your approval or disapproval.”
That wiped the smug smile off of her face.
“Whether I’m sleeping with Ella or not, is none of your business, but since you seem to think it is important, yes, I am, and I like her very much. You and I are over. In fact, we were over long before you walked out. The only reason you are allowed in this house is because you could be good for Molly.”
To my surprise, tears sprung to her eyes.
“I just wanted us to try again,” she said. “For Molly’s sake.”
I shook my head. “Too damn late for that.”
“I haven’t been with a man for weeks. Remember how good we were together? How good I made you feel?” she said, speaking in that little girl voice I used to dislike even when we were together and I thought I was in love with her.
“Sorry, can’t do,” I said callously, before glancing at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s late and I need to get to sleep.”
“I’ll go back to the hotel tomorrow,” she said, sounding dejected. “But I’ll be coming to see Molly.”
Relief. It had finally penetrated her little brain that we were done.
"You can see her any time," I said. I wanted to say, for now, but I held back. Best to take it step by step. "Just be honest with her when you can, or cannot come. That's all I ask."
"I will," she said. "A goodbye kiss?"
I glanced at her and fought my revulsion. “Fuck off, Penelope.”
She got up and sashayed to the door.
I frowned. Had she walked from the first floor stark naked? What if she ran into someone? Thankfully, it was just Molly and Ella in the house. But still, it made me feel dirty somehow.
She blew me a kiss and shut the door behind her.
Ella
Heat and electricity raced through my body as Luke's hands caressed me. I arched my body to him, wanting to feel him on my skin. I'd never been this aroused before. I writhed, moaned, and called his name.
He silenced me with a deep kiss and nibbled on my lower lip.
"Oh Luke," I moaned. I'd never had a lover as skilled as Luke was. He made my body come alive with his hands and tongue.
He slid down my body and captured a nipple in his mouth while his fingers played with the other. "You're so beautiful, my Ella," he said in a low husky voice.
I arched my body so he could take more of my breast into his mouth. I could feel his cock on my thigh… rock hard and ready. My pussy clenched, needing to be filled and stretched.
Luke kept his hands on my breasts but continued planting kisses on my belly, going lower, and lower. He slid between my
