Oh my. Fucking. God.
Zayden's lying on his back, completely nude with nothing but a thin crumple of sheet covering his cock. He's leaning against the headboard with one arm tossed over his head and the other resting loosely on the rumpled surface of the bed.
When he sees me standing there, he smiles slow and sultry, letting the expression build into a crescendo across his shadowed face.
“Is this what you ordered, Smarty-Pants? Because I aim to please.”
I stand there in my black trench, the lacy lingerie underneath itching to be seen by this man and this man alone.
“A tattooed nanny?” I ask, my voice huskier than I'd meant it to be. “Why the hell would anyone want one of those?”
“Ah, see, you've forgotten the best feature of all.” Zayden takes the crumpled white sheet in his inked fingers and slides it aside, revealing the pierced glory of his hardened shaft. “One hot and ready tattooed nanny. See, I try to offer my clients a full set of services: cooking, cleaning, childcare … and some hair pulling and a hot fuck from behind. What do you say, Brooke Overland? Are you in?”
My breath rushes out in a whoosh and I reach down to untie the trench coat, letting it fall to the floor in a heap of black fabric. Underneath, I've got on a pink lacy bra, matching panties, and a garter belt to hold up my white thigh highs.
Zayden's eyes are impossible to see in the darkness, but his smile is wicked sharp.
I move across the room and climb onto the bed, letting him pull me into his lap.
“You're the best nanny ever,” I groan as his lips find my throat and kiss their way down to my collarbone. I can feel his grin against my skin.
“I know. I make the best PB&Js … and I fuck like a goddamn world champ.”
Zayden grabs hold of my ass and yanks me closer, settling the hot warmth between my thighs right over the velvety length of his shaft. When I wiggle my hips a little, he groans and encourages me to move against him, teasing his erection with the lacy texture of my panties.
“How did you know I wanted it from behind?” I whisper as he curls my hair around his fist and uses it to gently shift the position of my head. His grip is firm, but not cruel. I find myself melting into it with a soft sigh.
“I had no idea,” he whispers against my ear before biting down gently. “It's just what I wanted.”
I let out a little scream of surprise as he flips us over and drops his mouth to my belly, kissing his way across the top of the garter belt and then snagging the clasp with his teeth. A little tug and it comes undone. The sight of him down there, with his mouth all over that pink lace, piercings winking at me in the near perfect darkness of the room, makes my lower stomach clench tight with anticipation. I want him to stretch me open, fill me up from behind, keep that gentle pressure on my hair.
It'll so suck when he goes back to Vegas.
I banish that thought from my mind by concentrating on Zayden's mouth yanking the second clasp open. He then slides his hands underneath me and undoes the back two clasps with an expert level of skill.
“No school tomorrow,” he says as he grabs hold of my panties and starts to yank them down my hips, revealing the clean, smooth expanse of my belly and my pussy, a gentle curve that leads to the delicate folds below. Zayden keeps his eyes on me as he untangles the panties from my legs and tosses them to the floor. “No work. I hope you're ready for a wild night on the town.”
“I don't think it's possible to have a wild night on the town in Eureka.”
Zayden's grin gets a little wider as he tosses my underwear aside.
“Really? Then you've never been out with me.” Zay lifts up a finger and twirls it in an easy circle. “Turn over and put your ass in the air. I'll give you a little extra love after, but I can't wait. I've come three times waiting for you to come home.”
I gulp in a deep breath and feel my pulse thundering. I want to protest that I'm not ready, that I need more foreplay, but … I don't care. I can't wait either. I need this.
I sit up and turn over, getting onto my hands and knees and gasping as Zay leans over and tucks two pillows under my hips.
“Trust me: you'll be grateful for those later.” He sits up, the heat of his body moving away as I pant and try not to feel exposed. But how can I not in this position? I'm so … open. I take a few, calming breaths as Zay rustles around for a moment before positioning himself between my knees and putting his hands on my hips. He grips tight and draws a desperate sound from my throat.
“Relax, Brooke. It won't hurt if you relax.” I bite my lower lip and drop my head, closing my eyes as Zayden positions himself at my opening and pauses there for a moment, nudging into my folds with a slow, deliberate motion.