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He doesn't break in his rhythm, however. If anything, he picks up the pace, ramming into me with a single-minded focus.
"Say. It."
"Y-yours," I manage, panting and breathless.
That's all he needs. He curses and picks up the pace even more, slamming into me mercilessly until we both shatter, my walls clenching around him as we both come undone.
He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving as we both catch our breath. Slowly, he pulls out and watches, dazed, as his cum drips from my swollen sex. I'd forgotten how much he'd always liked that.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Chapter 8
Skylar
The sound of children's laughter echoes through the spacious living room, warming my heart despite my best efforts to remain detached. Like that was ever gonna happen.
I watch as Lucas and Elodie chase each other around the plush, cream-colored sofa, their giggles infectious. Why anyone with kids buys cream furniture I’ll never understand. But I guess these guys could just replace the couch weekly if they felt like it.
"Catch me if you can!" Elodie squeals, her pigtails bouncing as she darts behind an armchair.
Lucas, determined not to let his cousin win, lunges forward. "I'm gonna get you!"
I can't help but smile, my lips curving upward of their own accord. These kids are so wonderful. Sweet, well-behaved, and surprisingly easy to manage. I mean, I taught Lucas this year, so I know he’s a sweetheart. What the hell was wrong with the previous nanny?
Shaking my head, I glance at the clock on the wall. "All right, munchkins, time for lunch!"
They groan in unison but obediently make their way to the kitchen. As I follow them, my eyes fall on the thick binder sitting on the counter. Austin's babysitter manifesto, as I've taken to calling it. Ten pages of meticulously detailed instructions, covering everything from meal prep to bedtime routines.
"Your dad sure likes his schedules, huh?" I mutter under my breath, flipping through the pages.
"Dad says structure is crucial," Lucas pipes up, his big brown eyes looking up at me earnestly.
I bite back a sarcastic retort. "Of course he does, buddy. Now, let's see what's on the menu for today."
As I prepare their sandwiches, following Austin's precise instructions down to the exact number of cucumber slices, I can't help but roll my eyes. The man's need for control is bordering on obsessive.
Just as I'm setting the plates on the table, a strange sound comes from the direction of the front door. Before I can process it, Djinn's loud bark echoes through the house, making me jump.
"What the—" I start, but catch myself before finishing the expletive. "Stay here, kids. I'll go check what's going on."
My heart races as I approach the foyer, Djinn's barks growing more frantic. So much for an easy first day on the job. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever's on the other side of that door.
"It's probably nothing," I whisper to myself, trying to quell the anxiety bubbling in my chest. "Just some delivery guy who doesn't know how to ring a doorbell."
But as the strange sounds continue and Djinn's barking intensifies, I can't shake the feeling that this is going to be anything but simple. Welcome to nanny life, Skylar. Let's see how you handle this one.
I reach the front door, hovering in the foyer. I can see a shadow moving on the other side of the cloudy glass inserts inthe door. The sound of someone fumbling with the lock on the other side sends a chill down my spine. Whoever it is, they're trying to get in—and failing miserably.
"Hello?" I call out, my voice steadier than I feel. "Can I help you?"
No response. Just more frustrated jiggling of the handle and what sounds like...muttered curses? Great.
I lean closer, pressing my ear against the cool wood. "Look, if you're trying to deliver something, you can just leave it—"
A high-pitched shriek cuts me off, followed by a series of rapid-fire thumps against the door. I jump back, heart pounding.
"Austin!" a shrill voice screams from outside. "Austin, open this goddamn door right now!"