“Like this,” she says, and takes my hand. She keeps hers over mine as we both lightly run the suds over the baby. “Be sure to get in the crevices,” she says, lifting the baby’s arm to clean all the pudgy spots.
“You’re so good with her, Quinn,” I say. We touch a little more intimately now, our hands twined as we clean my daughter.
After we soap her up, we rinse her with clean water, and Quinn pours a pea-size drop of baby shampoo into her palm.
“We wash her hair?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“But she hardly has any.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She brings the shampoo to my nose. “Doesn’t this smell good. I always loved the smell of baby soaps and shampoos.”
I inhale. “Yeah, nice.”
Together we wash her hair, and I hold a cloth over her eyes to keep the shampoo out. Once we’re done, and she’s all clean, I wrap her in a towel and carry her into the bedroom. Quinn sets a diaper on the changing table and grabs her a clean onesie.
“She does have a little rash, doesn’t she,” Quinn says as I rub cream onto her sore spots. “Don’t worry though, it’s normal.”
I fix her diaper, dress her and hold her a minute longer, breathing in her soapy scent. “I didn’t think getting a nanny was going to be so hard.”
“Maybe the next one should be in her sixties, so she’s not all infatuated with you.”
“I guess you were hoping it would work out with Rebecca?”
She shrugs. “I want the right person for Daisy. I am her aunt.”
“I’m sorry you have to stay longer. I promise to make it worth your while.”
“You already have,” she says, and then pinches her lips shut, like she said too much.
“Yeah?” I push. “Exactly how have I made it worth your while?”
“Not in front of the child,” she says, and saunters out of the room, an extra wiggle to her sweet ass.
I set Daisy in her crib and wait a second. Once she settles in, I lean down and give her a kiss on the cheek, then leave to find Quinn standing outside in the hall, waiting for me. Exhaustion pulls at me, and I stretch my arms over my head. “It’s been a day,” I say.
“Oh, you think it’s over?” Quinn asks, teasing me.
I step into her and our bodies bump. “Something on your mind? Something you’d like to show me?”
“Daisy isn’t the only one I have to bathe tonight.” She reaches out and pulls at the dried milk caked to my hair. “You’re a bit of a hot mess, Jonah.”
“Why don’t you clean me up then.” I tap her ass, and lead her to my master bedroom, with the master bath built for two.
I turn on the shower to let the water warm up, and when I turn back to Quinn, she’s brushing her tongue over her lower lip, and my cock thickens. “You are so goddamn sexy, Quinn.”
A smile touches her mouth. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she says, and puts her hands on my chest. Her fingers splay, caress my chest, then shoulders, before her hands move to the hem of my shirt. She grips it and pulls it up. I help her remove it and toss it onto the floor.
She steps around me, running her soft hands all over me. I go still, let her explore my body, let her have her way. For now. She stops and presses hot kisses to my back as her hands snake around the front of my sides. Her fingers work the button on my jeans, and the hiss of th
e zipper cuts through the quiet. She slides her hand in, captures my swollen cock.
“Mmm,” she moans into my ear, and I nearly shoot off in her hand.
“Find something you like?” I ask.
“I believe I did,” she says, and my head falls back as she strokes me, using the pre-cum as lubricant.