That call could have been family related, and since I know Lucia’s family situation and Estelle doesn’t, I’m best placed to understand. Fuck knows how she would flip out if I told her Lucia took this job to be my fuck toy and nanny so she could help her father pay his debts.
“Estelle, I appreciate you. You know I do, but given the circumstances, I don’t think we should be looking for more problems than we already have. Until you have something more concrete, I’m not going to worry about Lucia.”
She stares at me for moment, probably realizing I’m brushing her off because I don’t want there to be anything wrong with Lucia.
Finally, she nods, but her expression remains hard.
“All right. Fair enough.”
“Good night, Estelle.”
She bows her head in her habitual way and leaves me.
I watch her walk up the stairs and disappear around the corner before I pour myself another shot of whiskey and head upstairs, too.
I clean off, changing out of the bloody shirt, and wash the night off me.
I pull on a long-sleeved T-shirt and black slacks like I’m not planning to sleep.
When I look at my bed and recall where I spent last night, I find myself thinking of the beauty with my child.
Sleep is the furthest thing from my mind anyway, but replacing my stress with fucking is another worry by itself. The last thing I want to do is become addicted to my nanny.
Now that I’ve thought of her, I want to see her.
She already knew I wasn’t going to be around tonight, but I need a change of plans. If only just to see her.
When I reach Mia’s room and open the archway door, I hear the faint melody of singing. I feel like I just walked into a Disney film, and when I see Lucia reading to Mia, who is curled up against her in the corner of the room, something happens to me.
Something undefinable I can only attempt to describe as being transported into a fantasy. It’s like some spell has captured my burdens at the door, forbidding them to follow me.
At the same time, as innocent as the woman holding my baby against her looks, I know it isn’t a strong drink I needed. All that whiskey did is take the edge off. What I need is to fuck.
I want to fuck Lucia again.
My pulse leaps as my gaze travels over her body in that powder-pink nightshirt. The color is enhanced by the radiant shade of her. It has a V-neck, which gives me just the right view of her breasts. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra.
I scan over those slender legs and remember how they felt wrapped around me while I pounded into her over and over again as she screamed my name.
I need to feel her again, need to hear her again.
Feeling the weight of my gaze on her, she lifts her head and stops reading when she notices me.
I walk into the room, and her cheeks flush.
Not bothering to hide my lustful thoughts in the way I’m looking at her I stare. I know she knows I want sex.
More than anything, I just want to escape reality inside her.
I want to sink my cock into her warm body and lose myself in her touch.
From the way she’s looking at me, I think she might have the same idea.