Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
She nods stiffly. “Of course, sir. Sorry to bother you. I’ll be at my desk if you need anything else.”
Marjorie departs with a swiftness that makes me send a silent prayer of thanks to the gods for sending Tatum my way. Whatever she did, it was fast, effective, and priceless. I’m going to owe her a lot more than a few tacos after getting Marjorie off my back.
My shoulders are relaxing away from my ears for the first time since my aggressive temp set me in her sights this morning. Then, I sit down and see the text Tatum sent and every nerve ending in my body is once again on high alert, but for entirely different reasons.
The text—Can’t wait to see you tonight, honey. Just wanted you to know I love you and am so grateful to have the sexiest boyfriend in the world!—is tame enough.
It’s the picture that makes my mouth go dry and my cock do things a cock should never do at work.
It’s Tatum in my guest bathroom. It shows her from the chin down wearing nothing but a white bra. The bra is simple, modest even. The only thing special about it is the satin fabric and the small blue stone set between her breasts.
But the way it compliments her pale skin with the pink undertones and the fact that these are Tatum’s breasts, the breasts I was lucky enough to suck and lick and tease while she writhed beneath me on Saturday night is dizzying.
All the blood in my body is suddenly in my cock and my head is spinning. If I didn’t have that damn window beside my door that looks out on the bullpen of the office, where the assistants and junior associates are hard at work, I would have stretched out on the carpet to do some deep breathing exercises until I regained control.
Instead, I settle for propping my head in my hands and doing my best not to think about my nanny’s incredible body, and how much I want to worship every inch of her with my hands, my mouth, my…everything. I save the photo to a private folder on my phone and delete the text, but the damage is already done. My mind is full of scenes from the other night, of Tatum’s perfect pussy slick and swollen for me as I fucked her with my tongue, of the way she moaned and clung to me as I pushed inside her for the first time.
I try to force my mind back to environmental contaminants and their effect on the price per square foot of reclaimed dairy land. But my cock is throbbing, aching, and Fantasy Tatum is still waltzing through my thoughts, unhooking that bra and sliding it down her arms while she whispers, “Come on, we have time for a quickie.”
And then I do something I never thought I’d do. Ever.
I’m not the kind of guy who takes advantage of my private bathroom for anything but using the lavatory in peace. But today, I prove I’m not the kind of man I thought I was, after all.
I step into my private bathroom, take out my cock, and bring up the picture of Tatum. I set the phone on the edge of the sink and imagine the way I’d kiss the curves of her beautiful breasts, the way I’d tease her nipples until they’re so stiff beneath my tongue. Then I jerk myself up and down to fantasies of her riding me, her pussy slick and wet and as desperate for me as I am for her. I come with a stifled groan, catching the hot jet of my release in my other hand, making such a mess I’m ashamed of myself.
“Never again,” I admonish myself aloud as I clean up with a paper towel that I wrap in toilet paper for good measure before tossing it in the trash. Then I wash my hands, splash water on my face, and give my flushed cheeks a hard look in the mirror. “Stop this shit. She’s your employee. That’s it.”
Unfortunately, just seconds after I’ve pulled myself together, another text comes through from Tatum, on the usual thread—Hope that did the trick. And wasn’t too inappropriate?
Closing my eyes and praying for strength I text back—It was perfect. Marjorie left as soon as she spotted another woman on my phone. I owe you one. I’m buying tacos tonight.
She sends back a smiley face emoji and a thumbs up, then—Sweet. Sarah Beth and I have to go teach Ajax how to tie his shoes now. A stuffy mom’s work is never done. See you tonight!
Tonight, I send back.
When I glance back up at my reflection, I’m smiling again.
Shit.
So far I really suck at not falling for my nanny.
I suck really, really hard.
Chapter Eleven
TATUM
I don’t know where I got the guts to send Drew the shot of me in my bra, but I don’t regret it. My logical brain knows that Drew is my boss and seemingly on the way to being a good friend—that’s it.