And our hands stayed touching. Back in the real word my fingers formed slow, lazy circles around my clit. I hadn’t brought my vibrator, of course, but between my fingers and the fantasy, I knew I had more than enough to do the job.
“So happy to be working underneath you, Mr. Ryder,” I said, fully aware of the double meaning of my words.
“Indeed. And we’re going to be working very closely over the next few months. Intimately, you could say.”
I would say it. And I relished the opportunity.
His hand moved, caressing my skin gently, his skin surprisingly rough for someone who did white-collar work.
But then again, his work was only white-collar on the surface. He could’ve been using his hands in ways I might only be able to guess.
“I have to confess something,” he said.
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“You fit my criteria for a nanny perfectly. But…there’s something more that made me want to give you the job.”
“Really?” I knew what it was—my fantasy, after all—but nothing the matter with playing along. “Let’s hear it.”
“No other way to say it, April—you’re gorgeous. Possibly the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life. From the moment you walked into my office I was…totally spellbound.”
The odds of Jason saying anything like that, or thinking anything like that, were slim. After all, a man like him probably had his pick of any woman in the city he wanted. I liked to think I was cute, sure, but probably not quite his type.
Still, a fantasy was a fantasy.
He rose, approaching me where I sat, looming over me larger than life.
“And I can’t get you out of my head.”
“I feel the same way. All I can think about is you, Jason.”
He shook his head. “It seems so crazy. After all, we’ve only known each other a short time. But I know what I want. And I’m a man who takes what he wants.”
I continued to touch myself, drawing closer and closer to orgasm by the second.
“Then…take it. Take it now.”
That was all he needed to hear. Jason leaned down and placed his hand behind my head, bringing me right to those perfect, full lips.
Then we kissed. Our lips melted together, the two of us not wasting any time intertwining our tongues. Jason’s hand moved between my legs, rubbing me through my dress and mimicking the motion I was performing in the real world.
He took his mouth from mine. “Let me show you just how happy I am to have you aboard.”
“Please do.”
His blue eyes locked onto mine, and he hooked his fingers under my panties and pulled them down. He kissed me again before lowering his body, getting onto his knees between my legs. Once he was there, he lifted my dress around my waist and placed his lips on my inner thighs, kissing the soft skin delicately and inching closer to my pussy.
When I imagined his mouth finally reaching where I wanted it, all I could do was sigh—both in the fantasy and the real world. He spread my lips, licking my clit with slow, dragging motions. He knew just how to eat me, eventually slipping a pair of fingers inside of me and working them in tandem with his mouth.
The sight of him—even in my mind’s eye—between my legs was almost too much. But I had a little more time. No sense in rushing it.
Jason’s pace quickened, the tip of his tongue lashing my clit as he moved his fingers.
“Stop,” I moaned.
He glanced up with a curious expression. “Something wrong?”
“Only that your cock’s not inside of me.” That kind of dirty talk was…unlike me, to say the least.