Chapter 19
“Apparently, my pillow turned into Sloane last night. Not complaining.”
Zane
I snuggle into my pillow. Hold on. This isn’t a pillow. My pillows don’t smell of strawberries and sunshine.
I inhale a deep breath. Strawberries and sunshine. It’s Sloane’s scent.
Sloane? Has she been in my bed?
I sift through last night’s memories. Poker with my brothers. Shots with my brothers. Oh, so many shots. Coming home. Stumbling drunk to my bed.
And not letting Sloane leave.
My resistance to my beautiful nanny crashed to the floor last night. I wanted her in my bed and I made it happen.
I tighten my arm around her and bury my face in her neck. Too bad she’s dressed, but I’ll take Sloane anyway I can get her.
“Zane.”
“I’m right here.”
“Zane,” she murmurs again as she rubs her legs together.
“Sloane?”
She moans in her sleep.
Holy shit. Is Sloane having a sex dream about me?
I want to roll her over, strip her clothes off, and sink deep inside of her. I reach to roll her over but drop my arm when I remember she’s sleeping. I’m not taking advantage of her.
But then she wiggles her ass against my cock. It springs into action. Hard and heavy and ready to get this show on the road.
“Sloane.” I shake her shoulder. “Wake up, Sloane. You’re dreaming.”
Her eyes flutter open. “I’m dreaming?”
“Yes.”
She scans the room. “Why am I in your bed?” She groans. “Now, I remember. Someone had too much to drink and didn’t want to sleep alone.”
I shrug. I have no defense.
“Why did you wake me?”
“You were dreaming.”
“Dreaming? What was I dreaming about?” Her eyes go out of focus as she tries to remember.
I can do this. I can answer without embarrassing her. It won’t be my first tightrope act.
“I’m not sure.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “You don’t know what I was dreaming about, but you woke me? Was I having a nightmare?”
“No. And you should never wake someone in the middle of a nightmare.”
“Why did you wake me, Zane? You’re holding back. What is it?”
Damn. Guess I’m not as good at balancing on a tightrope as I thought.
“You were wiggling and moving around.”
“Why would you wake me….” Her voice trails off, and she drops her chin to her chest. “Tell me I wasn’t having a sex dream.”
“You weren’t having a sex dream.”
“Tell me I wasn’t having a sex dream about you.”
“You weren’t…” She lifts her gaze to mine and I trail off with a shrug.
“Could this be any more embarrassing?”
“I’d find it pretty embarrassing if you were having a sex dream about another man while in my bed.”
She snorts. “As if any other man can capture my attention.”
Say what? I roll over until I’m on top of her. “Have I captured your attention?”
She rolls her eyes. “You know you have.”
I don’t know shit. Until she moved in to help me with Adele, she ignored me or snapped at me. I thought she hated me. But then I learned about her asshole dad.
I brush the hair from her forehead. “I’m not your dad. I’m not some player who would abandon a child.”
“I know.”
My heart squeezes at her admission. “Does this mean you’ll let me make you feel good?”
She squirms beneath me. “It’s not a good idea.”
I press my hard cock into her stomach. “I think it’s an excellent idea.”
“My friends are friends with your friends. I work for your sister-in-law. I’m your temporary nanny. We live together. How many more reasons do you need to realize this is a bad idea?”
I’ve never had to convince a woman to have sex with me before. I’m not certain how to proceed. But I won’t push her. This has to be her decision. I won’t be a regret.
“I don’t do relationships.”
She drops her gaze to my chest. “I know.”
I pinch her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “But I don’t run away either. I won’t fuck you in this bed and then ignore you.”
“You can’t ignore me. I’m your daughter’s nanny.”
Which is why I should let this go and walk away. If we have sex and she gets upset or runs away, I’m screwed. I need her. Her help, I amend. I need her help. Not her.
“Okay,” I give in. “But at least let me give you an orgasm.”
Her eyes flare and her breath hitches. “An orgasm?”
“I won’t fuck you. I’ll keep my cock in my clothes. But I can’t stand the way you’re writhing against me. You need relief and I can give it to you.”
“You’re going to give me an orgasm but keep your dick to yourself?”
It’s cute how she says dick. I bet I could get her to say the word cock during sex.
“I can use my fingers or my mouth.” I waggle my eyebrows. “What’ll it be?”
“This isn’t a good idea,” she says but she’s rubbing herself against me. I can feel the heat of her core through my jeans.
“You can walk away now.”
She studies me for a moment. “What if I want a non-self-induced orgasm?”
“I’m your man.” Those words feel right. I force the thought away. I’m not Sloane’s man. I don’t do relationships. Except I have a baby daughter now. I guess I do some relationships.
“Okay,” she gasps out and I start to shimmy down her body.
She tugs on my ears to stop me. “But this is our secret. You tell no one and I’ll tell no one.”
My stomach sours. I’m no one’s secret. But I find myself nodding. I want to taste Sloane more than anything. Besides, what we do in this bed is no one’s business.
“Deal,” I murmur before sliding down her body. “I want to taste you.” Her eyes flare.
I draw her sweats with her panties down her legs. Her shapely, smooth legs I want to feel wrapped around me. My cock pulses in my jeans in agreement.
“Spread your legs, sweetness.”
She bites her bottom lip and stares at me for a long moment. Is she shy in bed? She won’t be shy once she realizes how good I can make her feel.
I tap her ankle and she opens for me. “Wider, sweetness. My shoulders need to fit.”
I draw my hands up her legs until I nearly reach her core before retreating. I repeat the action a few times until her breaths are shallow.
I drop my chin to hide my grin. I don’t want her thinking I’m laughing at her.
I fit my shoulders between her legs and use my fingers to open her up wide to me. I drag my nose along her slit and inhale. Strawberries and sunshine.
I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. Time to find out.
I circle her clit with my tongue and she jumps. I chuckle as I place a hand over her hips to keep her right where I want her.
I tease her clit with my tongue until she threads her hands through my hair and yanks. Only then do I latch on and suck. She moans long and hard.
I continue to suck and nibble on her hard nub until her legs are trembling.
“Zane,” she wheezes.
“Right here, sweetness.”
I don’t demand she tell me what she wants. There will be time for demands in the future. I frown. Future? This is a one off.
All my sexual encounters are one and done. But I don’t want to lump Sloane into the same pile as all the other women I’ve been with. She’s different.
Shit. Am I falling for her?
I force those thoughts away. I promised Sloane an orgasm, and I always keep my promises.
I move on to her core and stab my tongue into her pussy. I was right. She tastes delicious. Sweeter than any pastry from Pirate’s Pastries. I could get addicted to her taste.
“Zane. Zane. Zane,” she chants.
I lift my head to meet her gaze. “Right here, sweetness.”
She lifts her ass and uses the hold on my hair to shove my face into her pussy. I chuckle as I return my attention to her hot, wet core. I pump my tongue in and out of her and her walls tremble around me.
She’s close, and I promised her an orgasm. I press my thumb to her clit and make circles while I continue to eat her pussy.
Her fingers tighten on my hair. “I’m…” She doesn’t finish the sentence before she detonates in my mouth. “Zane,” she moans.
I draw out her climax with my tongue until she collapses on the bed.
I get to my knees and she stares up at me with a smile on her face. It’s a smile I want to see in my bed every day.
Every day? Damn. I am falling for Sloane.