Page 16 of The Accidental Nanny (All Of You #1)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Alex

P ink isn't my colour—not a hot pink Lamborghini. I need a different car for Gemma because this situation isn’t working for me.

I decide to walk to work today. Once I'm there and loaded up on coffee, I look through some adverts on my phone until something catches my eye. I push away from my desk and head out of my office.

Fern has just placed the phone down on the receiver. She is the complete opposite of Gemma: responsible, sensible, and professional. I don't think I'd like Gemma if she were any of those things.

“I’m going out,” I tell Fern as I walk past.

“James is coming to see you. There is another issue with the new app,” she says.

“Fine. How long will he be? I need to be back here by twelve.” I look at my watch, I should get going.

“Two minutes. He said it won’t take long.”

I go back to my office and sit down.

One hour later, I’m the proud owner of a ‘new’ Volvo. I want to surprise Gemma, so I take it home without saying anything to her.

I shout her name as I walk through the door.

“In here. Why are you home?” Her muffled voice floats through the house. She sounds strained.

I run up the stairs and watch from the door of my bedroom. She’s caught up in my quilt cover.“What are you doing? I asked you to make the beds, not wrestle with them.” I chuckle. She is completely consumed by the quilt, lying flat on the bed.

“I’m stuck! Why is this so hard?” she grumbles.

“To change the sheets? It isn’t. You make it hard. Get out.”

“I don’t know how,” she moans.

“What do you mean you don’t know how?” I reach for the corner where her feet are sticking out.

“I’m lost,” she says, exasperated.

“It’s not Wonderland.” I open the end of the bedding for her. She tries to free herself but her legs are just hanging out of the bed. How is she still stuck? “Why do I pay you?” I ask her, trying not to laugh.

“Because the children wanted me,”

“That’s the only reason?” I ask.

“You couldn’t get anyone else in time.” Her body is still halfway in. She climbs out carefully as she is wearing a pleated cream mini skirt. I catch a glimpse of the edges of her black thong.

“You’re a pain in the arse. Here.” I help her fix the quilt. “You live here rent-free, don’t forget. Self-invited too, might I add.”

“Good job I did,” she says out of breath. Now she’s out, she smooths down her skirt. Her hair is flat and odd strands are stuck to her face .

A thought occurs to me, and I decide to ask her up front. “Why did you tell Penny that Eden was asleep in my bed?”

“You looked like you needed a way out of your date,” she replies like it’s a normal thing to do.

“Why?” I question her.

“Because you didn’t look happy. Eden did wake up, just so you know. It wasn’t a lie. If you wanted Penny to stay, you would have put Eden back.”

She looks hurt. As I move closer, my hand reaches out and brushes her hair away from her face. I look down into her eyes, and I see them gleaming up at me. Her lips form a pout that I want to nibble on.

“I can’t,” I tell her.

“Don’t do this to me again, Alex. Don’t. If you walk away this time, that’s it.”

A tear falls, and I wipe it away, feeling guilty. “Don’t cry. It’s not that I don’t want you. I do, God knows I do. But if we cross this line...”

She looks up at me. “It’s a line I’m willing to cross.”

That’s it, I’m done for. Leaning down, I kiss her plump red lips. This time it’s different. There’s no holding back. It isn’t the perfect moment I wanted it to be with her, but it would have to do. I couldn’t wait any longer and neither could she. Looking at the state of my bed, we go to her room.

Gemma

I hover by my bed, biting my nails as Alex closes the blackout curtains. I can’t take my eyes off him. Alex puts on my lamp, and the room is soon filled with a romantic atmosphere. I watch him closely, curious about his sudden need to be home. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor.

“I’m nervous.” I want to hide myself.

“I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” His voice is deep and low.

With his shirt crumpled on the floor, I admire his body.

Not too hairy, but not too smooth: what I would describe as just right.

He pulls me to him. Our lips touch lightly; he steps away, looking into my eyes, before he’s back on me.

This time he’s tasting me like he can’t get enough.

It’s fast and demanding, taking what he wants, and I'm more than happy to give it to him.

He slides the straps of my top down, so I am standing in front of him in just my black matching underwear.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “You are absolutely perfect.”

I want to make a joke to break the tension, but I’m too scared. What if I’m not perfect?

Alex undoes his belt, quickly unbuttons his trousers, and pulls them off. His body is flawless. His erection is evident through his boxers.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asks, standing in front of me.

“Yes,” I murmur, my head swimming.

He pulls down his boxers. I stare at his dick.

“What?” he asks curiously, looking down.

“Oh, I thought it would be bigger.”

His eyebrows raise. “Thanks for the insult.”

“I just mean all the books I’ve read?—”

“What books? I’ve never seen you read a book.” I needed to think for a moment.

“Fine, social media posts. They all suggest a cock is nine inches long and really thick. The girl always questions if it will fit. Yours will fit no problem.” I laugh at my own words. God, I'm making this worse. Shut up, Gemma.

“This is the real world. Anyway, it’s above average. It’s almost six inches. Trust me, it gets the job done.” He takes my hand and pulls me towards him.

“Oh. Let’s see if it works then.”

“You did not just say that.” He snorts .

“Nope,” I say, looking to my left, but he moves my face back towards his, making me look at him.

“I want you so bad,” he whispers.Our lips are soon on each other.

“I want you too.”

He undoes my bra, sliding it off and dropping it to the floor.

He kisses me again. His hands slide down my body, pulling my thong off.

He kneels in front of me, parting my legs just enough so he can taste me with his tongue.

He works hard on my clit. I can't stop the moans from leaving my mouth. It's unlike anything I have ever felt.

“You taste like heaven.” He pulls away, I don’t want him to stop. “Lie down, I’ll be back in a minute. I need to get a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say, grabbing his hand.

He looks at me with lust-filled eyes as I climb onto the bed and lie back, spreading my legs. He settles down between them, kissing my inner thigh.

“So beautiful. So perfect.” He licks my sex again, this time swirling his tongue around my clit. He knows what he’s doing.

I groan his name softly. He dives into me, tasting me, searching me. Closing my eyes, I feel his finger replace his tongue. He curls the digit inside of me, and I squirm at his touch. I've played with myself before, but it was nothing in comparison. This is ecstasy.

“That’s amazing,” I groan.

“I know,” he jokes.

He adds another finger before he starts working them in and out of me. My hips move involuntarily.

“I want to taste you too,” I tell him.

Alex smirks. “Next time.”

He continues his ministrations, hitting that elusive G-spot over and over again until I feel myself tightening up. There’s a pressure building in my groin.

“Alex,” I groan, arching my back.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, “come for me, Gem.”

I clench the sheets in my hand as he lowers his head and sucks on my clit. I see stars. I cry out, “Oh, my God!” An orgasm tears through my body like an earthquake, making my toes curl.

Alex removes his fingers and looks up at me. “Good girl.”

“What? Am I your pet?” I ask with a grin. “Woof woof.”

He stops. We both look at each other and burst out laughing.

“You ruined the moment,” he says when we both compose ourselves.

He kisses up my body, pausing to swirl his tongue around each of my nipples. I groan again, then his lips meet and mould against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue.

Alex breaks the kiss. “I can’t wait anymore.” He lines his dick up and his eyes hold mine. “Ready?”

I nod, trying to relax.He pushes into me.

“You’re tight,” he groans.

He starts to move in a slow motion. My legs wrap around his waist holding him there. His hand comes up to toy with my nipple as he moves a little faster.

“It hurts,” I whimper in his ear.

“I can stop.” He pauses, ready to withdraw.

I shake my head. “I want you, Alex. I need you.”

“It will stop soon, I promise. It’ll be so much better next time. God, I’m close,” he grunts.

He moves in a slow motion. Breathing hard now, I can see the sweat forming on his body as he reaches down to touch my clit. I cry out again, and my hips buck against him.

“Dammit,” he buries himself deep inside of me. I feel a warmth flowing into me as my inner muscles contract around him.

“Is it always that fast?” I ask, and he bursts out laughing.

“No, I promise. Next time, I’ll make it up to you. It's just been a long time for me."

“Did you pee inside me?” I ask him as he leans in to kiss me again. His face flashed red. I bite my lip, waiting for his response.

“No, that’s my co… When a man finishes… he…”

“I know what it is, you idiot.” I tap him on the arm. “I’m pulling your leg.”

The sheets are stained with our fluids.

“Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

He leaves the bed, and it feels cold without his warmth there. He returns a few minutes later with a warm, damp cloth. He washes between my legs.

“Are you okay?” he asks me again.

“A little sore,” I admit, noticing a slight pink stain on the white flannel.

He looks at his watch.

“Shit, I’ve got to go. I’ve got another meeting. Don’t worry about the housework. I’ll do it when I get back.” He smiles at me. “Actually, give me a minute.” He walks off but soon comes back. “We have a few hours before we need to collect the children. I’ve cancelled the rest of the day.”

“You bad boy. But I have this strict boss, and I have to make the beds,” I say, sitting up on my elbows.

“I don’t think he’s that strict.” He kisses a trail down my body.

We lie in bed for the next few hours talking and laughing.

“I’ll get the children, you stay there.” He gets up. I check his arse out, smiling to myself.

“Are you looking at me?”

“Nope,” I lie.

“You so are.” He comes back and kisses me one more time. “I’d better go. Sleep with me tonight?” he asks.

“Sure.” I smile, biting my lip and watch his bum again as he leaves.