ANTONY
At first, my and Erin's relationship is great. She’s still working as my nanny -- which I feel a little weird about, but until we’re ready to go public, it feels unfair to take her income away -- which allows us plenty of time together.
I’ve missed having someone to come home to every night, and when we start doing more than just heading straight up to the bedroom -- like hanging out and watching movies -- I begin to question why Erin and I haven't been doing this the whole time.
Then, after around two months of us being together, I notice a change.
Erin doesn’t seem herself. She’s off her food, and less bubbly than usual.
I feel terrible. I know it’s more me than her wanting to keep the relationship quiet, and I wonder if my need to protect myself and the twins is affecting her.
I decide to make it up to her with a surprise trip to New York. That way we can be together without anyone knowing who we are and enjoy each other’s company without the twins around.
The only issue is who will look after the twins.
I could ask May’s parents, but not only do they live in Florida, but it feels weird asking them to watch their grandchildren so I can go on a date with another woman.
I know they wouldn’t mind -- they love seeing Aaron and Elizabeth -- but it feels like I’m not being loyal to May, somehow.
It’s just easier for everyone if I ask someone closer to home. None of my younger brothers are suitable babysitters though. And before he started dating Alicia, I wouldn’t have considered asking Ryan either, but since learning he's going to be a father, my older brother has changed a lot.
Knowing that asking for a favor is always best accompanied by something nice, I grab one of the desserts for dinner service, and take it up to my brother’s office.
When I enter the office carrying a plate with a slice of cheesecake on, Ryan narrows his eyes.
“What do you want?”
I laugh, set the plate down in front of him, and then settle in the seat opposite him. “Can’t I bring my brother a little afternoon pick me up without an ulterior motive?”
Ryan scoffs. “You're never this nice. Sure, you’re not a complete asshole, like Tucker, but you don’t bring me desserts for no reason. What do you want?”
I let out a sigh. “Okay, you got me. I need a favour -- will you and Alicia look after the twins for the weekend so that I can go away with the woman I’m seeing?”
“Why can’t you just pay Erin to do it?”
Shit. I can’t tell him the truth, so I make up a lie on the spot. “I … erm … promised her this weekend off months ago. I can’t just change it at the last minute, that wouldn’t be fair to Erin.”
“Then why don’t you go away with the woman you’re seeing on a weekend when Erin isn’t busy?” Ryan says. He picks up the spoon and takes a mouthful of cheesecake, slowly savouring it, before swallowing.
“I can’t, this is the only weekend she and I have the same weekend off work together. Come on, please, I'm desperate. If you agree, I promise when the baby is born, I will babysit so you and Alicia can have a break.”
Ryan takes another bite of cheesecake, considering my offer. “I’ll need to check with Alicia first. Remember, she’s got younger siblings to look after.”
“I know, I know. Just let me know, yeah?”
“I will.”
When I leave Ryan’s office, I have to resist booking a trip to New York -- there’s no point paying for plane tickets and a hotel room until Ryan and Alicia have agreed to look after the twins.
Thankfully, he calls me back shortly after, agreeing that he and Alicia will look after Aaron and Elizabeth for the weekend.
“Remember, you’re the first person we’ll ask for a babysitter once the little one is born,” Ryan says before ending the call.
With a babysitter sorted, I make all the travel arrangements. I can’t wait to tell Erin and tell Dale I’m quickly popping home before dinner service.
I catch Erin just before she’s leaving to pick up Aaron and Elizabeth from school.
“I have a surprise for you,” I say, crossing the kitchen and pulling her into my arms.
She stands on tiptoes, so our mouths meet, and I kiss her slowly, savouring every moment we have together.
When we pull apart, I say, “I booked us a trip to New York.”
Erin’s honey-brown eyes go wide. “What? When?”
“This weekend. We’re staying at the Ritz-Carlton in Central Park. I was thinking we could see a show on Broadway, go out for dinner, and maybe do some shopping.”
“Oh my god, that sounds amazing. But what about the twins?”
“Ryan and Alicia agreed to look after them,” I reply, amused to see Erin seems more shocked by this than the actual surprise.
“Wow. How did you manage that?”
“I promised to babysit when their baby is born.”
Erin laughs. “Wouldn’t you do that for them anyway?”
“Well yeah, but Ryan didn’t know that, and this way, we get a weekend to ourselves.”
Erin grins. “I love it. And I’d love to carry on making plans, but I really have to get the twins.”
“I understand. I should get back to work.” I press my lips to Erin’s, resisting the desire to slip my tongue in her mouth, and instead pull away quickly and head out the door.
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Early on Friday evening I take Aaron and Elizabeth to Alicia’s house, where she, Ryan and Alicia’s younger siblings are staying, ready to make sure the twins have an excellent weekend.
It’s been months since they went anywhere without either me or Erin, but their hesitation at being somewhere new is soon forgotten when Alicia’s youngest sibling, Evie, appears with an array of Paw Patrol toys.
The twins and Evie are the same age, and bond quickly.
When I leave the house the three of them are chasing each other around the house giggling.
I give Alicia and Ryan a sympathetic grin, then get into the car.
Back home, Erin has our cases packed, so we head straight to the airport for our weekend away.
I’ve chartered a private jet for the journey, sparing no expense so that Erin feels like a princess.
We sit in luxury, on reclining leather seats, sipping on champagne as we fly south to the city that Never Sleeps.
Given the flight is just thirty minutes, it’s only eight p.m. when Erin and I check into the Ritz Carlton.
I’ve booked us tickets to see Hamilton the following evening, with dinner at Sardi’s, on 234 W 44th Street, where celebrity caricatures line the walls, beforehand. But for tonight, we have no plans.
“Where do you want to go for dinner?” I ask, as Erin and I ride the elevator up to our penthouse suite. I’ve spared no expense here, either, booking the Legacy suite, which offers a panoramic view of central park and has a large dining room and pool table just for us.
As we exit the elevator, and make way to the suite, Erin’s excitement grows, her eyes almost building out of her head.
“This place is so nice,” she says.
“Wait until you see inside.” I open the door to our suite, and we make our way through the marble floored foyer, and into the first of two sitting rooms.
“We should order room service and eat up here. It’s too nice to go anywhere else.”
“Well, if we’re staying in our room all night, there’s no reason we can’t have a naked dinner party,” I tease.
Erin grins. “You might reconsider that when you see the surprise I brought.”
“Oh? Now you’ve got me intrigued,” I reply, imagining her in lacy lingerie.
Erin grabs her suitcase. “Let me go change.”
Anything I could have imagined is eclipsed by red lingerie she steps out of the bathroom wearing.
The main structure is made up of four sets of straps, horizontal across Erin’s body at various points.
These straps suspend lace flowers running the length of the lingerie and suggestively cover her mound and nipples, leaving the rest of her body bare.
The combination of the straps, which give the lingerie a BDSM vibe, and the delicate lace that’s both provocative and feminine, sets my pulse racing.
“I need to have you,” I say, unbuckling my belt, and crossing the room to her.
“You have to catch me first,” Erin says, with an impish grin, and then darts away.
As I pull my clothing off, I chase Erin through the suite, from room to room, until we finally reach the room with the pool table, a leather couch and an antique globe minibar. There’s only one door in and out of this room, and I stand in front of it, effectively trapping Erin.
“What will you do now?” I ask with a smirk.
I’m in nothing but my tight, black boxers, and I see her gaze focus in on my already throbbing cock as I cross the room to her.
With a smirk, Erin replies, “Anything you want. I’m at your service.”
Hearing her say this just makes my dick all the harder, and I crush my lips against hers, my fingers digging into her plump ass checks. I lift her easily, and set her on the pool table, my fingers dipping beneath the lace flowers to stroke her mound. I’m pleased when Erin is wet and ready for me.
I stroke down from her clit to her opening, then back up, before applying gentle pressure to her clit. I know just how Erin likes to be touched, and circle my finger around her sensitive nub, until she’s panting, and her hips are rocking.
“I need you inside me,” she says breathlessly, reaching out to grab my rock-hard cock.
As Erin lays back on the pool table, I shed my boxers and then pause… “Shit, I don’t have a condom. Wait there.”
Erin’s eyes widen. “It’s okay, I’m … I’m on birth control.”
“When was the last time you were tested?” I asked.
“I haven’t slept with anyone for years, so it was after my ex and I broke up when I was in college,” she replies, biting her bottom lip. “How about you?”
“I’ve only ever been with you and May,” I confess.
“I trust you if you trust me,” Erin says.
I consider for a moment and thinking back on the years Erin has been working for me, I realize she’s never mentioned seeing anyone this whole time. “I trust you,” I reply, as I climb onto the table.
I capture Erin’s lips in mine, kissing her deeply, as my hands rove over her breasts. When I feel my erection coming to life again, I push aside Erin’s lingerie, then plunge inside her.
It feels so good to be fucking her without a condom.
The heightened sensation, coupled with Erin’s sexy lingerie, and our naughty chase through the suite means I don’t last long, and after a couple of thrusts, I come inside of her.
Erin doesn’t seem to mind though, as I already made sure she came before.
As I press my weight down on her, she nuzzles against my neck, her hands trailing down my back, and she murmurs something unintelligible against my skin.