by Sam Crescent
“I don’t do tricks.”
“The men who have let you get away are assholes.” Why are you saying that? You’re going to let her walk away.
Rather than answer his own question, he took possession of her lips in an attempt to rid himself of the question he’d made. Removing his shirt, he dropped it to the pile, followed by his pants, kicking his boots off as he went.
He stood before her as naked as she was.
Neither of them spoke a word for several seconds, just stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he began to work from the root up to the tip, then back down again. “I want you, Tempe.”
She stepped closer to him. He took hold of her hand, wrapping it around his length, and he let go. When she tilted her head up, he cupped her face with both of his hands, claiming her lips once again. He’d never kissed a woman this much, but he loved kissing her. She released a little moan, which went straight through him, drawing more pre-cum from his tip.
Slowly, he ran his hands down her body, cupping her heavy tits, pinching the tight nipples in front.
He learned her body, taking it all in so that he’d remember for weeks and months to come what she liked. The way she gasped when he pinched her nipples a little tighter but didn’t tell him to stop. She liked a little pain with her pleasure, and he was more than happy to provide that.
Wayne loved sex, and he loved Temperance’s body.
Moving her toward the bed, he pressed her down. She let go of his dick, and he pushed her back on the bed, spreading her thighs open.
Running his hands down her legs, he teased open her pussy lips. She had a small dusting of hair, which was neatly trimmed. He didn’t like it when women completely removed their hair.
He liked to fuck a woman.
Leaning down, he sucked her clit into his mouth, loving her gasp as it filled the air, followed by a moan that echoed off the walls. Sliding his tongue down, he licked over her entrance, plunging inside, tasting her cream before drawing back up and biting her clit tenderly before licking it.
As he flicked his tongue back and forth, her pussy got wetter. His cock was desperate to slide inside her and fuck her raw, but first, he wanted her to come. He wanted her to scream as she finally came on his mouth.
“Oh, that feels so good, Wayne.”
Every time she said his name, it sent a thrill down his spine. He’d gladly listen to her speak for the rest of his life. He didn’t want to think about that, nor did he want to analyze it. This with Temperance would be as fleeting as everything else in his life.
There was no room for love.
****
This is wrong.
Even as Temperance thought it, she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. Wayne’s comments about where she was in her life had been apt. Her life hadn’t turned out the way she wanted it, not once. Everything had been completely different, and as he spoke, she’d wanted to change that. To set a different course.
She’d always been so consumed with showing the professional side of herself. She didn’t want others to think that she was anything but. Gaining respect from the people she worked for had been uppermost in her mind. Now, after everything was gone, and she had a reasonable savings account, what did she really have in life?
The attraction she’d felt for Wayne was the first time it had happened with a boss. She never let anything get in the way.
Yet, he made her ache, and he wouldn’t let her turn away, or give up either. He was determined to make her see herself, and she didn’t know what to do.
So, she gave in to temptation.
This would be her last nannying job.
Wayne wasn’t looking for love, and she wouldn’t allow herself to fall for someone who couldn’t love her.
Pushing everything aside, she focused on the wicked heat of his tongue, the way it flicked her clit back and forth, causing the pleasure to fill her entire body. She’d not felt this aroused in a long time.
He gripped her ass, holding her tightly as his tongue attacked her clit. Whenever she was getting closer to orgasm, he pulled back, making her ache and beg him to make her come.
“You taste so fucking good.” He growled the words against her pussy, which only set her arousal to a fever pitch. Reaching down, she gripped his hair, thrusting her pussy onto his face, letting go of the final restraint that kept her bound. She didn’t want to be controlled anymore, or pushed into place.
She wanted Wayne, even with his bad temper and moody ways.
“That’s it, baby, ride my face.”
They’d not known each other long, but she’d felt the tension between them every single night. If she hadn’t wanted this to happen, she should have left, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
His hands moved to her hips and he worked her clit, not letting her go, and Temperance called his name as he sent her over the edge. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes.
The pleasure rushed over her body, going to every single nerve ending and refusing to stop as it consumed her.
Wayne didn’t let go. He kept on licking until the pleasure began to spiral into the start of a second orgasm. Only, he didn’t send her over the edge. He pulled away from her, and she watched him grab a condom from his pants, tearing into the foil and rolling the latex over his dick.
Within seconds he was back between her thighs. As she stared into his dark brown eyes, his cock probed at her entrance and slowly began to fill her. He didn’t rush, sinking inside her until he was seated to the hilt.
He wasn’t small at all. His cock was large, the width letting her know that he was filling every single inch.
She was full of his cock as his hands stayed on her hips. Neither of them said a word.
The heavy thrum of sex was in the air between them.
The line that had been in place … was crossed.
He was her boss.
She was his charge’s nanny.
Temperance had broken her own rules.
And yet, she didn’t feel sad or regretful.
Still, no words were spoken as he took her hands, placing them beside her head. They hadn’t looked away from each other either. She couldn’t look away, nor did she want to. She felt overwhelmed by him, consumed.
How could a man make her feel this way after only a few days?
Wayne pulled out of her pussy only to sink back inside her. Over and over, he filled her with his cock, and she was trapped by his gaze, held by him.
“Tell me you feel this, too?”
She felt it.
This was more than just empty sex.
Breaking from his gaze, she looked down their bodies, watching his condom-covered cock as it filled her pussy.
He began slow, taking his time, each inch feeling even harder than the last, and she begged for more, needed more, and he gave it to her, until finally, he began to fuck her hard. He kept her hands trapped on either side of her head, holding her down as he fucked her pussy.
The pleasure of him filling her with every slam, every thrust, brought her closer to a second orgasm.
He rocked against her so that he rubbed her clit, and yet that didn’t bring her off.
Finally, he released one of her hands and reached between them, his fingers stroking her clit.
With a few strokes of his fingers, he brought her to a second orgasm. Gripping the sheets beneath her, she gasped, moaning as he didn’t give her time to come down. He held her hips and fucked her harder.
The pleasure exploded in every single direction as he took that final thrust. His cock jerked and swelled as his cum filled the condom.
They were both panting by the time he finished.
She hadn’t spoken.
His arms were wrapped around her, and she held him just as tightly. Everything was surreal, and she couldn’t … think.
“Tempe—”
The sound of Timothy’s scream filled the air, cutting through their post-
orgasmic haze.
Wayne pulled away from her, causing her to wince. It had been a long time since she’d had sex with anyone, and he wasn’t small. Grabbing a robe, she tied it around herself and rushed to Timothy’s aid.
As she entered the bedroom, her hands were shaking, and she saw he was sitting up in bed. Tears were streaming down his face. “I wet the bed.”
“Oh, honey. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She took his hand and led him to the bathroom. She let him use the toilet as she ran him a bath.
Wayne entered the room, dressed in a pair of pajama boxers.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Do you want to sit with him while I change his sheets?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
She couldn’t look at him right now. Her heart was hammering, and she … felt so lost.
This was why she never broke her own rules. Leaving the bathroom, she changed and washed down Timothy’s bed, preparing it again.
By the time she finished, Wayne and Timothy were back. They turned off the lights and waited while he fell back to sleep.
Once he was asleep, Temperance knew this wasn’t over between her and Wayne.
Closing his door, she rested her head against the wood. “I’m not a whore.”
“I didn’t call you anything, Tempe.”
She turned to look at him, staring him in the eye. “I’m … not this person. I’ve never slept with my boss, ever. I don’t do this.”
“I told you before. I’m not going to change my opinion of you.” He reached out, holding his hand for her to take. “Haven’t you ever wanted something so badly that you could taste it?”
“Yes, but every single time I stop myself. It’s not always mine to take.”
“You’ve got to take a few risks in life, Tempe.” He pulled her close, and she didn’t fight him.
She wasn’t even trying to push him away.
“Life is short. Don’t allow yourself to wake up one morning, old and full of regrets. Take chances. Take risks. Take what you want.”
Every word drew her in, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her parents had once told her to live life to the fullest, to never have any regrets.
At thirty years old, she’d experienced more passion with this man than at any other point in her life.
Kissing his lips, she allowed him to walk her back to her bedroom. She spread her legs as they fell to the bed. Wayne’s hands ran all over her body, making her moan and need more of him. He didn’t let her go, and she didn’t want to be let go.
This was probably the biggest mistake of her life, but it was her life, and she had to start living it.
No matter how much it would break her heart later.
Chapter Eight
“Stop it,” Temperance said, laughing as Wayne wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck and pressed against her back. Timothy was watching cartoons, which meant while she made breakfast, Wayne was doing everything he could to distract her. “Don’t you have work?”
“I do have work, but I hear that as the owner of the company, I also get the privilege of having some fun.” He spun her around, pressing her up against the counter. Waking up with her in his arms should have set off his alarm bells, but it hadn’t. They had fucked and made love all night long.
The passion hadn’t once died out, and he wanted her again. It wasn’t just the sex he wanted—it was everything.
Making breakfast with her, going to the park.
“I have to make breakfast.”
“You can, as soon as you give me a kiss.” He held onto her hips, keeping her in place. He was bigger and much stronger than she was. Temperance was all softness while he was muscular.
She kissed his cheek.
“Little witch,” he said, smiling. “A proper kiss. Lips, and maybe a little tongue.”
“Well, I have to say, Mr. Myers, I didn’t know you were so playful.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“For you, Miss Michaels, I will always be playful.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he took the kiss he’d been wanting her to give him.
Once again, they were interrupted, only this time by the doorbell, which was strange. He rarely had any visitors to his home. “I’ll be right back.”
He couldn’t resist another kiss before he left.
Opening his apartment front door, he saw his friend James standing there. “Who would have thought you’d become lazy.” James slapped him on the chest, laughing. “Frances said all of your calls are being transferred to your cell and you’re taking a couple of days off. Imagine my surprise.”
Wayne didn’t want James in his apartment, but he also didn’t want to cause a stir.
“Of course I know why you are. The papers got a good shot of you yesterday looking all in love with a very curvy nanny.”
He froze. “What?”
“You’ve not seen the newspapers or the internet stories?” James pulled one out of his back pocket. “She photographs well.”
He took the magazine, and there on the front cover was a picture of him, Timothy, and Temperance, looking like a loving family.
Mystery woman. Nanny or more?
There were a couple of details about Temperance there, and he gritted his teeth. The porn star roommate had been mentioned, along with a few other facts, including her parents’ deaths, and even a high school picture of her.
“How the fuck do they get this shit?” he asked.
“So, are you fucking the nanny?”
James finished the sentence as Temperance turned up. Wayne watched as she tensed up, but didn’t say anything. “Would you like me to do more for breakfast?”
Every single part of Temperance screamed “well fucked.” Her hair was wild, but it was always like that. The jeans she wore molded to her curves. The shirt wasn’t one of the large ones, but actually accentuated her fuller figure. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her cheeks were pink.
“I’ll have some pancakes, darling.”
Her gaze caught the magazine, and he watched as she bit her lip. She didn’t say a word, though; instead she nodded her head and left.
“You were very rude,” James said.
“What?”
“You didn’t even tell me her name.”
“Her name’s Temperance. You know that.”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t know my name. By not even offering an introduction, you’ve put her straight into being part of the help, an employee.”
Wayne rubbed at his eyes. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with that right now. The picture on the front of that magazine was what he had to deal with, keeping Timothy out of the newspapers, and any kind of story they wanted to run.
Some of his associates wouldn’t be too happy with someone who was trying to get rid of a kid that wasn’t even his own. It was all about image, and he’d wanted to keep Timothy out of the papers and the media. There could always be speculation, but this went beyond that. This was proof.
“I figured you’d be all over this. I’m going to head out. You’ve got enough on your case.” James left without even looking back, and Wayne … he was pissed.
Every woman loves a billionaire, right? Well you don’t get much wealthier than Wayne Myers. Playboy, billionaire, businessman, and soon to be daddy? No one knows much about the change in the man’s life, but we do know a little about the mystery woman next to him. Not much of a mystery really. Temperance Michaels is known for being the nanny to the rich and famous, and now it seems she wants a piece of the pie for herself.
The article sounded catty, cruel, and they’d even brought in her roommate, Lilah, as well.
Entering his office, he got Frances on the phone and made calls to the head of the magazine to retract its story, or at the very least change it.
Two hours had passed, and when he entered the kitchen, the place was clean and the oven on, keeping his pancakes warm.
Timothy was at the table, and Temperance left him to draw, heading toward
Wayne.
She was biting her lip.
Reality had burst through the bubble he’d been trying to create.
“Did you see the magazine?” he asked.
“I checked the story on the internet. They sure know how to make a woman sound gold-diggerish. I’m very possessive, it seems. Twelve years I’ve been a nanny, and other than being in the background, no story has ever come around to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I had no idea someone was at the park. The pictures show us talking, you pushing Timothy, and then our little picnic.” She ran fingers through her hair. “I didn’t put us there to be photographed if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I don’t think that. I’m not a complete asshole.”
She held her hands up. “Sorry to jump to conclusions and being so negative.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You’ve proven to me time and again you’re not here for anything else other than the pleasure of my dick.”
“One night and you’re already getting way ahead of yourself.”
“It’s the start of several. Admit it, I rocked your world.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do everything you can to protect Timothy.”
“I will. I’ll do what I can to protect you as well.”
“I can handle the stories. I’ve got nothing to hide. He’s young and shouldn’t be exposed to this.”
“All right.”
He pulled her in for a kiss when his cell phone began to ring. “I’ll go and take this.”
“All right.”
She patted his chest and went back to Timothy at the table.
Frances was on the line, and he answered her. “Give me good news.”
“The magazine wants an exclusive about the boy.”
“Not going to happen.”
“That’s what I said you’d say, and they are threatening to do an exposé on the girl’s roommate. They’re reaching.”
He rubbed at his eyes, not really interested in the roommate at all. He didn’t even have a clue who the woman was, and he certainly wasn’t interested in doing a Google search. “They can print whatever the hell they want about me. Tell them I’ll give them an exclusive on something, but keep Timothy and Temperance out of the media. Anything. Throw money at them if you have to.”