Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were unzipping the luggage, shuffling through her shit to put it away for her. My cock twitched at the feel of her panties between my calloused fingertips as I placed them in her dresser drawer.
It didn’t sit well with me that she hadn’t unpacked and made herself at home yet. Especially when she was the one responsible for turning my house back into a home. A home that was slowly coming back to life.
Each and every thought plagued me as I walked down the hall. My craze and rationality raging war with one another, but the inclination to let it go didn’t outweigh the willpower. I had to find out how much she’d seen.
Right when I was about to knock on her door, I heard a soft moan echo off the walls of her room.
Was she fucking herself for me, the way I had just done for her?
I stood there with my hand on the door, cemented to the tile floor beneath me. Rooted to the spot by some unexplainable force holding me hostage. Incapable to move for the life of me.
Carefully listening…
Waiting.
Seconds later, I swear I could hear her heady breathing, her muffled moans, her delicate sighs. Smelling her intoxicating fucking scent through the ventilation. Imagining her pussy glistening from her own arousal.
It lingered in the air.
In the atmosphere
In my fucking cock.
Making me think twice about my plan.
“Oh God,” she purred.
I had just fucked my fist to the sight of her, but it wasn’t enough. My dick throbbed in my pants, springing to life, pushing, pulsating, greedy against the zipper of my slacks.
I envisioned her hand between her thighs.
The burning look in her eyes.
The way she was coming apart at the seams, fisting the sheets.
Her legs trembling…
Her pussy tightening…
The taste of her come…
“Fuck me,” I said a little too loud.
Immediately, I froze.
Shit, did she just hear me?
I hesitated for something, anything, a sign to lead me one way or the other.
Nothing came out of that room.
Not a moan.
Not a whimper.
Not one fucking sound.
Fuck, she heard me. That much was crystal fucking clear.
Which didn’t help my frame of mind. It only multiplied the persistent badgering by a thousand.
I willed myself to turn around, to walk away, and take a cold shower in the bathroom down the hall. Fighting the hunger, the urge, and thirst to jack off again with the audible sounds of her fucking herself playing like a broken fucking record in my head.
The impulses were as reckless as they were endless.
I spent the entire night on the patio for the first time in what felt like years, sitting in the lounger she had placed her clothes on. Her scent lingering in the warm night’s air. Rubbing my fingers back and forth along my lips, only picturing her dancing for me.
The song that was playing hypnotized the illusion of her in front of me. The way her hips swayed, begging my fingers to dig into her soft skin. The way she made her ass bounce, wishing it were on my cock. The way her perfect tits glistened in the moon light, the wet triangles of her bathing suit top clinging to her nipples.
Fuck. I needed to stop this.
Battling off the sexual thoughts, I contemplated my life, my journey, and her role in it.
She’s my kids’ nanny…
It was as simple as that.
Then why do I keep envisioning a future…
With her in it.
Chapter 13
<>Camila<>
I woke up early the next morning to the sound of a baby babbling through the monitor. About a month ago, Journey started the habit of gabbing to herself in the mornings when she awoke.
She’d spend a good thirty, sometimes forty-five minutes speaking gibberish, and letting out high pitched shrieks followed by more baby talk, entertaining herself. Like she was planning her day ahead or something.
There were instances when she’d break out in a fit of giggles. Full on belly laughs, and I couldn’t figure out what brought her so much joy with the sunrises.
It always made me smile, laying there listening to her go on and on. Except this morning my head was spinning over Aiden, losing my focus. Walking around my room, I went through the motions of getting ready to go tend to Little Miss, thinking about the night before.
Feeling an overload of emotions.
I’d go from feeling embarrassed with my cheeks flushing from each seductive thought to nervous jitters from anticipating our first interaction after last night’s eye-locking session. It went from one extreme to the next.
Good thing I didn’t have to worry about that anytime soon. It wasn’t like he was ever home, especially this early in the morning. Who knows how long it would be till the next time we’d see each other, or he’d make his presence known.
The realization caused a whole new set of emotions to take over, eliciting sadness to fill my heart. Instantly pulling me into a deep, dark, and depressing place.