I want him to see me as a woman.
“Who are you to say what I can and can’t handle?” I challenge, taking a firm step closer. So close I have to tip my chin up to meet his eyes. “You don’t know me. You know nothing about me. Distance?” I scoff. “You’re one to talk about distance when your half-naked body has me cornered in your basement. How professional is that, Boss Man?” I feel my nostrils flare and his masculine scent fills my lungs. “We’re attracted to each other. That’s a biological thing. It’s not my fault. Stop trying to punish me for the fact that you want to fuck me.” I pin him with my best go-to-hell look. I let him have it. “And for the last effing time, my name is not Jenny.”
Holy shit! Did I really just say all that? Out loud? To my boss? Usually, I’m not the sassy one. I’m not outspoken like my older sister. I’m the happy, bubbly, sunshiny one. The one who smiles and nods and doesn’t make trouble.
I brace myself for the consequences of mouthing off to my boss. Eli opens his mouth, and I just know he’s going to yell at me. Hell—I’m probably about to get fired. I stand there shaking, waiting for my destiny.
But in an instant, there’s a shift in the man’s brown eyes. It’s so intense, it makes the laundry basket slip from my grasp. His massive fingers plunge into my hair, his large torso pins me to the nearest wall and his hot, tantalizing mouth comes down on mine.
14 Eli
I feel like a wild animal waking after the longest hibernation and I kiss her like she’s my very first meal. Every cell of my body is hungry, starving, desperate for nourishment. I consume her, I take her, and she yields so willingly. She’s completely at my mercy. And it’s obvious that she likes it.
When my arms come around her waist and I haul her up against me, she makes a delicious, little whimpering sound. Her soft hands fall to my bare chest. Her fingers flex against my skin. I growl—I actually growl.
I’ve wanted a woman’s hands on me. I’ve needed it. So I shut down my conscience, my reasoning mind, and I let the primal man in me take over.
It’s all tongues and teeth. Slick lips sucking and rubbing and sliding against each other as fingertips and palms explore. Her touch trails down my bare torso and goosebumps cover me all over. My palms slide beneath her big, heavy sweater, up her back and at the feel of bare, warm, vibrant skin, I nearly come on the spot. Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra.
My erection makes its presence known, hurling itself against her lower abdomen with pure abandon. Eager fucker. But when her fingers curl around the edge of my towel, ready to fling the fabric to the floor, my senses come rushing back.
Dammit—this is the nanny. What the hell am I doing?
I grip her hard by the waist, peeling her off of me, and I take a goddamned step back.
My dick pulses. My brain yells. My blood feels too hot for my body. I stare at her, not knowing what to say, how to feel. She stands there, blinking up at me in the half-light, chest quivering, ponytail a mess.
We both know we fucked up.
She trails her fingertips along her swollen bottom lip. “Should I…should I go?” she asks in a whisper.
I shove my hands through my hair and pull. “Yeah…You should go.”
Fuck—I’m an asshole.
Soberly, Jessa gathers her laundry into the hamper and climbs the stairs. Jessa. That’s her name. I feel like I’m losing a piece of my soul with each step she takes.
Shirtless and barefoot, I pace the basement’s hardwood floor. Lust burns through me like a wildfire. I’ve never wanted a woman this badly. I know she thinks she wants me, too. But despite what she thinks she wants, that girl has no fucking clue what I’d do if I got her naked beneath me. If she knew what kind of man I am, she’d run far away and never look back.
I should have just gone for that run like I’d planned to. But after stuffing my stomach with fluorescent orange pasta and hot dogs, I was feeling kind of lazy. When I went into the bathroom to change into my workout clothes, I decided that a cold shower would do the trick to get my lust under control.
See what happens when you try taking the easy way out? Because the second I got naked, all I could see was her, bent over under the water, taking my cock from behind.
Jesus—she walked in on me jerking off to my dirty thoughts of her and she doesn’t even know it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm lonely. I'm broken. I'm horny as hell, answers a voice deep inside me. But surely, fucking the nanny is never the answer...Right?
...Right?
Right!
I’m unraveling. Even my moral code is in the shitter.
Maybe I should go apologize to her. Tell her I was wrong for putting my hands on her in the first place. But she’s the one who barged in on me in the shower when I told her to knock first.
And now, I’m getting hard again at the thought of the wanting look on her face when she saw me touching myself. This is insane.
I yank on the ends of my hair, letting out a frustrated roar. I need sex. I’ve gone too long without it. But the nanny is not an option. Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Yeah, she’s beautiful. And she’s got a sexy, little body. But I will not bang the nanny. That would be a terrible idea. I’ve already had my share of trouble, and I’m not intent on collecting more. Plus, there’s her personality. It’s an issue. She’s so…bubbly.
