Chapter Five #3
I’ve had plenty of sex in my lifetime, although not much lately, and what I shared with Mia was more.
More explosive, more in tune with my feelings…
more everything. And though I wonder briefly what the fuck I’ve done—I never brought a woman home to the house where I live with my daughter, let alone contemplated sex in the bedroom with my kid a room over—I don’t think I can bring myself to regret that it happened with Mia.
I return to the bed, where she is retrieving her clothes from the floor. I take in her nakedness, her skin flushed, her hair tousled, and my cock jerks, awake again.
“Rushing out?” I ask, sliding back onto the mattress.
She glances over her shoulder, those big green eyes looking back at me warily. “It seems like the right… the smart thing to do.”
Before I ask her to leave? Is that thought going through her mind? No, that wasn’t in my plan. “I still don’t think it was a mistake,” I tell her.
She sits back down beside me, clutching her clothes to her chest. “No, I don’t think it was a mistake, either.”
Well, thank God for that, I think. One hurdle I don’t have to climb… talking her down from panic.
“I’m just not sure we should repeat it, though.”
I don’t question why not. All the reasons we tried to avoid the inevitable still exist. No reason to list them all again. But having experienced sex with Mia, I have no doubt there will be a repeat. She just needs convincing.
I reach out and hook an arm around her waist, pulling her toward me. She releases her hold on the clothes in her hand and lets me settle her on top of me.
“Austin—”
“Mia,” I parrot, my face inches from hers. “You’re not going anywhere until we get a few things straight.”
Her lips fight a smile. “And what would those things be?” she asks, shifting her body into mine, getting more comfortable… just as I am growing harder.
Before I can act on what my body demands, we need to be in accord. “We already agree we don’t regret it, but apparently we don’t agree on what happens next. From my point of view, we have to be discreet around Bailey but there’s no reason this has to be a one-night-only thing.”
She sighs. “I can’t think of anything dumber than for me to allow this to continue.”
I do my best not to wince at her stark statement. “Because?”
Her gaze meets mine, softness and caring in those depths. “You’re charming, you’re a good man, and you’re an even better father. Not to mention you’re spectacular in bed. But you’re also my employer.”
“She says while sprawled naked on top of me.” I run a hand over the back of her head, tangling my fingers through her hair, and she purrs like a contented kitten.
“Stop thinking so hard and just enjoy.” And in case she needs convincing, I slide my tongue across her lips, licking back and forth until she parts her mouth, giving in on a soft moan.
“And now we’re in agreement,” I say before diving in and taking full advantage.
My tongue duels with hers, my fingers digging into her hips as she grinds her sex against my aching dick. This isn’t about slow and fast. Not when I am inches from her sweet pussy and one wrong roll will push me inside her.
I lift my head and grind out, “Condom. Top drawer.”
She leans over and finds a packet. Ripping it open, she sits back and lowers the covering over my cock, her hands trembling with the same need coursing through me.
“This time you’re going to ride me,” I tell her.
Her eyes grow hazy with desire, and she lifts herself onto her knees and takes my cock in hand. Next thing I know, she is slowly lowering herself onto me, accepting my thickness into her slick body. She clasps me in heat, and I nearly come right there.
I hold on, though, needing her to come first. Always. I grit my teeth as she begins to move, gliding up and down, milking me for all I am worth. I grasp her hips, holding on and grinding her onto me with each downward pass.
She begins to make those sexy noises that tell me she is close, so I slip my finger over her clit, and she shudders, her inner walls contracting around me as she comes on a low moan of pleasure. My balls tighten, draw up, and just as before, her climax triggers mine.
I slam up and into her, taking her hard and fast. She calls out my name, a second orgasm crashing over her as I spill myself into her.
She falls over me, her body giving way, and she breathes heavily into my ear.
I hold on to her, not ready to let go. But this time, after my trip to the bathroom, when I find her getting dressed, I force myself not to ask her to stay.
I have Bailey to think about, the center of my life, who will not understand her daddy in bed with her nanny.
Who doesn’t deserve to be confused by grown-up complications.
I let Mia slip away quietly, walking away without conversation or discussion, knowing that though I might sleep with her, I can’t ever let myself get attached. The good thing is, she obviously feels the same way. What I don’t understand is why that thought bothers me so damned much.