I nod, not looking at her.
“You must miss her,” she says.
“I do,” I say. “But life goes on. Kids keep on growing up…new people come into your life…” I glanced up at her. “I’m glad you’re here, Sophia. Penelope really likes you.”
“I like her, too.”
Something shimmers between us. Fuck, I wish I could kiss Sophia right now. And everything in her eyes is telling me that she wants me, too.
But we can’t. Right? She’s my nanny. Technically, I’m her boss. It would be wrong. So wrong.
Sophia breaks our gaze, and the moment passes.
Somehow, we manage to finish the rest of our dinner acting like everything’s completely normal. Cleaning up is quick. And then there’s no more reason for Sophia to stay. She looks in the direction of the front door, which she should be walking toward right now.
But then she looks at me, and I look at her.
And I can’t stand it anymore.
I reach for her hand. She lets me take it. She threads her fingers through mine and squeezes.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers.
“I know,” I say.
“But I want to, Lucas. So, so much.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Then her temple. Then the apple of her cheek.
Letting out a little sigh, she angles her head up and presses her mouth to mine.
Our first kiss is electric. That’s the only way I can describe it. It takes over all of my senses. Then I feel her hands on my belt buckle, desperate to get it open, and within seconds, she’s got me undone. Feverishly, I tear off her shorts, followed by her panties. Sliding my fingers between her legs, I feel how wet she already is.
“I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. “And I’m clean. Are you?”
I nod. I can barely see straight, I want her so much.
“Good,” she says, and gives me a sultry smile.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper and kiss her again. Then I push her up against the wall. I grab my cock and line it up with her slick entrance. She gasps when I push myself into her. I fuck her slowly at first, giving it to her in deep, long strokes. But as she digs her fingers into my shoulders, I increase my speed.
She presses her mouth to my ear, her breath already high and ragged.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. “Oh, God.”
I turn my face and claim her mouth with mine. Our tongues slide against each other. She tastes sweet, like honeysuckle. Her fingers dig deeper into my shoulders and her whole body begins to quake. She lets out a cry against my mouth.
And as she bucks against me, it sends me over the edge, too. I spill into her uncontrollably, my vision going white at the peak of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groan, and kiss her again.
I’m still kissing her after the orgasm is long over. Finally, I pull out of her, and look at her pretty face.
“You’re incredible.”
Sophia laughs. Her cheeks are still flushed. Her lips are pink and swollen. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
I kiss her again. Then, slowly, we get dressed. Sophia checks the time and sighs.