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Forty-Two

RHODES

I cannot go to her room.

I’m about to handcuff myself to the bed.

The next best thing is to call her, which is exactly what I do.

“Hello?”

For fuck’s sake, even her voice sends me to a new high.

“Hello...” I clear my throat. The rasp is loud and proud.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

No. Not even a little bit.

I put my phone on speaker and rest it against my chest. My hands clasp at the back of my head, which is good. I’ll trap them there so I can’t touch myself at the sound of Sunny’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Is everything okay…” I repeat her question. “Yes. Everything is fine.”

There’s some shifting on her end of the phone. “Why did you call me?”

I chuckle darkly. “It was either that or I come up there, and I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Silence.

What is she thinking?

My jaw wiggles back and forth. I stare at the phone like I can somehow see her through the screen.

I refuse to video chat. If I did that, then she’d see how feral I am, and that’d probably scare her senseless.

“Why isn’t that a good idea?” She sounds so innocent, as if she doesn’t know she’s been skating the line since I first texted her—playing coy, pretending that she doesn’t know that I’m picturing her pretty little pussy from the night before. I mean, I couldn’t even keep it together in the middle of a snowball fight. What makes her think I could keep it together right now? A sleepy house, her alone in her room wearing those thin snowflake sleep shorts that I want to burn along with the ones she wore last night.

This wasn’t my intention when I texted her, but here we are.

I sigh and rub my hand over my face with frustration.

I glance at my sweats.

I’m hard as a rock.

I should hang up, do my business, and go to sleep so I can be rested for tomorrow’s game.

But I don’t have that much restraint at the moment.

“Because then I’d be tempted to show you how I’d punish you,” I admit.

There it goes. The restraint.

Silence lands on the other end of the phone. A dirty thought sparks in the back of my mind. I shut my eyes. I’m playing with fire, and we both know it.

I’m taking every little thing and twisting it to meet my needs, because I swear her question sounded more like a beg than actual curiosity.

“You want me to?” I adjust my dick, and even the light touch sends something fiery into my blood.

I would destroy her if I went to her room.

I haven’t fucked someone in a very long time.

I’m not sure I could be the type of guy she needs.

“Sunny?”

Is she there?

I listen closely and almost choke on my tongue when I notice her heavier breathing.

If she’s touching herself, I’ll die.

The veins on my forearm bulge with need. I adjust myself again.

“I’m here.”

She’s breathless.

Fuck me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Lying in my bed. What are you doing?”

Dying a slow death.

“Lying in my bed.” I pause. “Thinking about whether or not I should hang up the phone.”

Tell me to hang up, Sunshine. Please.

This goes against every single thing I’d preached from the beginning. Never get involved with a nanny. What’s that old saying? Never bite the hand that feeds you?

She has no idea that she feeds me, but God, she does.

“Don’t hang up.”

I clench my eyes shut. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be rational, Sunshine.”

“I’m younger than you. Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be rational? Set an example?”

She’s right.

I am.

But that was before.

“You’re forgetting one thing, though.” I push on my dick, but this time, instead of adjusting myself, I keep my hand on top and press against it.

“What’s that?” Am I imagining that her breaths are becoming heavier?

“I’m a man.”

Her airy laugh makes me harder.

“Trust me. I’m aware,” she says.

I raise a brow. “Are you now?”

“I’ve seen your abs. I’m sure.”

My lip lifts. The compliment goes right to my head.

“You like ‘em?”

“No.”

I chuckle dryly. “We’re back to lying now?”

She makes a tsk sound, and I picture her tongue clicking inside her sweet mouth. “Are you going to send me to timeout?”

A knot pulls on my stomach. “I told you that’s not how I’d punish you.”

“Well, you never told me how you would punish me.”

She does want to know.

“You’re tempting me to say things that you can’t unhear once I say them.”

This is her one out.

If she wants to stop this conversation before it starts, then this is the time to hang up.

I’m not strong enough. Hell, I don't want it to end.

It’s hard to remember that she’s Ellie’s nanny while we’re both tucked away behind closed doors inside this big, quiet house. The world is sleeping. There are no witnesses around. It’s just us on the phone without anyone else listening.

“Do you want to hear them, Sunshine?” I ask, poking her to make a decision.

“Only if we can act like I didn’t after we hang up the phone.”

She knows this is wrong, but she must like breaking rules as much as I do.

“Deal.”

Her shaky breath causes my mouth to run dry. The rasp in my voice gets worse.

“There are many ways I could punish you.” I shut my eyes and imagine her lying in her bed for the taking with a teasing little smile on her face, knowing what’s coming for her. “I could tie you up, but we’ve already learned that’s not something you like.”

Her loud swallow catches my attention.

“I used to.”

Ah, hell.

“We’ll have to work on getting you back to liking that.”

No, we will the fuck not.

“Tonight wouldn’t be the time for that, though.” My palm rubs against my dick through my sweats, and I exhale. “Instead, I’d go for edging.”

“Edging?”

“Yeah.” I hope she can’t hear the desperation in my voice. Picturing her alone in her bed, all worked up over what I’m saying, has me pulsing in places I wasn’t aware had a pulse. “It would feel like a punishment at first, but it’d intensify your orgasm…when I finally let you have it.”

She inhales sharply.

“I’d start by skimming my fingers over your belly and probably dip them under the waistband of those cute shorts you have on.” I clench my jaw and press on my throbbing cock again. “I’d do this so many times that you would be dripping between your legs.”

I may die from the thought.

“Rhodes.” My name falling from her mouth does something to me. I bite my tongue so hard I taste metal.

Fuck.

I grab onto my hard dick and give it a squeeze.

“I’d eventually ease the ache by slipping a finger inside of you, but just enough to make you want more.”

She’d be begging me to fuck her by the end.

There’s a shift on the other side of the phone.

“Want me to stop?” I ask, attempting to give her one more out. Right now, though, she isn’t Ellie’s nanny. She’s the woman I’m highly attracted to who is just two rooms down.

“Please don’t,” she begs.

I’m sweating from the inside out.

I inhale sharply and squeeze myself again.

I’m rubbing my dick to my daughter’s nanny’s voice.

Jesus Christ.

“You’d be withering so much that I’d have to hold you still so I could strip those tiny shorts from your body. Then I’d do the same with your panties.”

I focus on the speed of Sunny's breathing, and I rub myself over my sweats to match the pace.

“What if I told you that I wasn’t wearing any panties?”

My heart stops.

“Are you?”

Silence.

“ Sunny .”

“No.”

I exhale, but it comes out more like a growl. “Go lock your door.”

We’re rooms away, and I somehow feel her everywhere. Those quiet breaths wisp over my skin like an angel.

A dirty, dirty angel.

“Why?”

“Because I’m about to come see what you’re doing that has you breathing hard.”

There’s some shuffling, and I hear the faint click of a lock.

“It’s locked.”

“ Khoroshaya devochka.”

Damnit.

“What does that mean?”

“It means good girl. Now tell me what you’re doing to yourself that has you out of breath, baby.”

Baby? First I call her a good girl in Russian, and now I’m calling her baby?

“I’m doing exactly what you’d be doing. Except, I haven’t taken my shorts off yet.”

A deep noise leaves me. I shove my hand inside my pants and take a hold of my cock.

“Take them off.”

I can hear her shifting around.

I picture her slipping the shorts down her toned legs and kicking them off to the side. I’d spread her wide, just to get a better look.

“Don’t touch yourself yet,” I warn.

She makes a pouty noise, and I love it.

“We’re still in punishing mode, remember?”

She says nothing, and I take her silence for granted.

“After I stripped you bare, I’d take my hands and place them on the insides of your knees.” I shut my eyes and picture doing that. My balls tighten, and I milk myself. “I’d push your legs open and stare down at that pretty little pussy.”

She whimpers.

“It’s perfect. The right size, tastes like heaven, and so goddamn responsive to my touch.”

The way her body sang when I touched her last night was more of a miracle than anything.

“ Rhodes .” My name is a whine, and I eat it up.

“I know, baby,” I say. “But this is a punishment.”

“I don’t want to be punished anymore.”

I flare my nostrils. “Don’t worry. You’ll be rewarded at the end.”

She gulps. “What’s next?”

What’s next? Those nipples. The same ones I saw poking through her shirt last night.

“Next,” I attempt to level my voice. “I’d push your shirt up so I could marvel at your breasts.”

I hear nothing but her heavy breathing.

“Do it, Sunny. Push your shirt up and feel the cool air brush against your skin.”

I listen closely and hear the scratching of fabric against her soft skin.

“Khoroshaya devochka.” I call her a good girl again and coax her through the phone. “Now touch them.”

She’s panting now, and my hand moves faster. I visualize her delicate fingers twisting her nipples and her back arching off the bed. I wonder if she’s aching as much as I want her to be.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Um…” She exhales. “It feels…” The faintest moan leaves her, and I almost die. “It feels good…but I want more.”

“I guess you’re learning your lesson, then.” My head tilts backward on my pillow, and I squeeze myself until I can come back down to earth. “No more lying.”

“Mm-hmm.”

I grip the sheets.

“Let’s try this again.” A hot swallow works down my throat. “Were you thinking about last night, or are you still going to lie and say you weren’t?”

“I was.”

I smile at her quick answer.

“What exactly were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about your mouth.” I almost don’t hear her with how lustful her voice is. It’s low and fluttery. It does nothing but make things worse for me.

I grab my phone and press video.

“Answer.”

I hear her breathing pick up pace, but surprisingly, she answers.

The moment her face appears in the frame, I lose all train of thought. Pretty pink cheeks, doe-like eyes, plump bottom lip that is likely swollen from her teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

“Let me see you.”

She plays coy. “You do see me.”

I narrow my eyes. “All of you.”

Her throat bobs. She slowly pans the phone down, putting it at an angle that gives me the best visual.

I regret not giving her breasts attention last night when I had her in the palm of my hand. Perfect, rose-colored perky nipples catch my eye before she slants the phone even more, giving way to her flat stomach and open legs.

“Moy.” Mine.

Her breathy gasp catches my ear.

Did she understand me? If so, I hope it doesn’t scare her off.

Her face comes back into view, and as if I predicted it, her white teeth sink into her lip—the same lip that I want to sink my own teeth into. Her eyes are glossy with need, and I swear she’s begging me to continue this little game.

“Don’t move the phone, but switch the frame around.”

She hesitates.

“Like this.”

Keeping the phone on my chest so I can still see her, I switch the frame so instead of seeing my face, she’s now looking at my hand inside my sweats.

Her hot little gasp pairs nicely with the widening of her eyes. Those pretty lips part when I start rubbing myself.

“I watch you. You watch me.”

Before she can rethink it, she does what I say. The phone remains steady, but the frame switches. I’m looking at her bare legs and sweet pussy.

“Are you wet?” I ask, knowing damn well that she is.

My teeth grind together when her hand comes into view. She slips it in between her legs, and I might die.

“Mm-hmm.”

I challenge her. “Show me.”

I almost black out when I catch sight of her wet finger.

Her hand disappears again, and I groan. All I can see is the circular motion. She’s rubbing her clit, and I am going to hell for the thoughts going through my head.

“Proud of you for not lying to me again.”

“So where’s my reward?”

My hand stops moving. She’s constantly surprising me. Her teasing tone makes me give in right away.

“You want your reward?” I waste no time. I push my pants down, and my dick springs forward. I bask in the sound of her breath catching. “Your reward is learning what you do to me.” Even though I hate it.

“Oh my god…” Her words fade when I grab onto my cock and start rubbing up and down.

“Don’t stop on my account. We can both reach new heights tonight, Sunshine.”

My balls tighten, and my abs flex. Her hand moves up and down, and her legs spread wider. I grip myself tighter, and the friction is making me sweat.

“There you go,” I encourage. “Spread even wider.”

The hottest whimper comes through the speaker, and my hand is out of control. I pump up and down, unable to control myself from the pleasure. Seeing her and hearing those sexy noises, knowing damn well I can’t have her, is torture.

It’s also going to give me the best orgasm of my life.

She’s the forbidden fruit that tastes so damn good.

“You must be close.” My voice shakes. “You’re panting.”

Her hand moves faster, and when her hips start to meet her halfway, I burn.

“You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Sunny. So sexy it hurts . ”

First time I’m admitting that out loud to her.

Fuck, I’m close.

She’s about to get real personal with me after she watches me bust a nut at the sight of her touching herself through the phone.

I want to close my eyes so I don’t come first, but I can’t. She has me in such a tight grip I’m unable to look away.

“Fuck.” I pump two more times and make a noise that I haven’t made in a very long time. Hot ropes of cum fly from my dick and land on my stomach as I milk myself, still watching her hand in between her legs.

“Ah ,” Sunny whimpers not once, but twice. I keep watching as she rides her high, too afraid to miss anything.

For fuck’s sake.

There’s silence on both ends of the phone, besides our heavy breathing. Her hand slowly moves out from between her legs, and I finally let go of my tight grip.

A rough swallow moves down my throat, and I unclench my jaw.

I want to ask her to come down here for round two, but that isn’t part of the deal.

We’re going to pretend like this didn’t happen and go back to normal.

I’m her boss.

She’s Ellie’s nanny.

End of story.

I clear my throat, preparing to be casual and nonchalant, but then she switches the phone back to her face, and I lose my train of thought.

I do the same, and the moment she sees me come into view, she flutters her long eyelashes, looking so damn sweet yet naughty.

I grin at the twinkle in her eye.

“ Sladkih snov, Sunshine.”

Her mouth curves with her new understanding of the Russian language. Sweet dreams.

I hang up the phone and glance at the sticky mess on my stomach.

Yeah, I’m fucked.