My (Mostly) Temporary Nanny: A Grumpy Boss Romantic Comedy Read online

  She arched up into my body at my touch, kissing me more deeply as she did.

  Kissing her felt different, I realized. With other women, I’d quickly grow bored of this part and move on, almost as if I was just looking to get the whole ordeal over with.

  With Nola beneath me, I found myself battling the urge to stay right where I was with her thighs on either side of my hips and her lips in mine. Then again, I could already feel the damp heat of her arousal between my legs as she pressed herself against me. I wanted to be inside her. To taste her. To feel her on my lips and explore her with my tongue.

  Fuck.

  She was like a goddamn theme park and I wanted to go on all the rides at the same time.

  I finally peeled my mouth away from hers and kissed her neck. I could feel her pulse pounding rapidly against my lips. I could feel it even more when I kissed down the neckline of her dress, enjoying the soft give of the top of her breasts.

  I kissed along the thin cotton of her dress, trailing down her stomach until I felt the ridge of her panties beneath the dress. I looked up at her then. She was arching her neck so all I could see was the point of her jawline. I imagined her eyes were closed and her lower lip was between her teeth.

  I pushed the hem of her dress up until it was to the bottom of her bra.

  I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, sliding them off her feet and flinging them to some distant corner of my bedroom.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  She lifted her head, meeting my eyes with a worried look. “Is that bad?”

  “It’s perfect.”

  She smiled a little, then rested her head back on the pillow. I looked at her presented for me. The narrow slit of her pussy and the way her smooth thighs were slightly spread with her knees bent.

  I was going to love every second of this.

  I hooked my arms around her legs and pulled her toward my mouth, kissing her on her clit. I sucked her into my mouth, circling the sensitive skin with my tongue before I moved it deeper.

  She tasted so goddamn good I could barely contain myself.

  I used my fingers to explore her entrance while I pulled moan after moan from her with my mouth. I curled them inside her, finding the spot that seemed to drive her to another level of pleasure, until her back was arching against me and she was panting as she humped my face.

  “Not yet,” I said, pulling away when I sensed she was close to coming for me. “Get on your knees.”

  Nola got up and her dress fell back down, covering her again. She was breathing so hard and her hair was a mess of red tangles already.

  “Go on,” I said.

  Her eyes fell to my slacks, which were straining to contain my cock. “You want me to…”

  “I want you to unzip my pants and put my cock in your mouth.”

  “I guess that doesn’t leave a lot of room for interpretation.”

  “Do you always talk when you’re nervous?”

  Nola’s wide eyes darted up from my cock to meet my gaze. “Actually… I think I always talk. In general. But I have a feeling it’ll be harder with that thing in my mouth.”

  I waited. She seemed to gather her courage, then unzipped my pants, struggled with my belt, and pulled my slacks down. With hesitant fingers, she pulled my briefs down and freed my cock.

  “Wow. What do you feed this thing?”

  When I didn’t answer, she swallowed, then licked her lips. “Guess I’ll just…” she muttered, gripping the base of my length. “Get to business.”

  I grinned when she wasn’t looking, then had to clench my teeth to stop from groaning with pleasure. Even the soft pressure of her fingers around me felt too good. I looked back down just in time to see her open her mouth and take me inside.

  She was warm velvet against me. Wet, slick, and absolutely fucking wonderful.

  I let out a low noise and fisted her hair, urging her to take me deeper.

  Nola made a sound with me in her mouth that I felt vibrate through my cock. “Still trying to talk?” I asked.

  She pulled back. “Asking questions during a blowjob is like when the hygienist tries to talk to you while cleaning your teeth. Like—”

  I still had my hand on her hair, which I used to push her face forward so my cock was in her mouth again. We could talk all about hygienists later, if she wanted. Right now, I needed her mouth. I needed to be inside her. To feel her.

  To fuck her.

  Because I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t feel her pussy around me soon. If I didn’t see her eyes roll back and hear her gasp my name as she came.

  “That’s so good,” I said, running my fingertips along her scalp as she bobbed up and down on me, fist pumping in rhythm with her movements.

  Like the adorable dork I was realizing she was, Nola shot me an appreciative thumbs up with her free hand without stopping.

  This woman. She was going to absolutely undo me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Was there?

  24

  Nola

  Jack was big. Like imagine however big you would picture if your friend said, ‘that guy was hung,’ then add twenty or thirty percent to whatever you were picturing. These were the thoughts bouncing around my brain as I felt my lips stretching to fit him in my mouth and tried my best to act like I knew how to give a halfway decent blowjob.

  But every time I stole a look upward, Jack looked to be thoroughly enjoying himself. I pulled him from my mouth and ran my tongue up his length, watching as the simple act made his knees buckle slightly and he let out a deep, satisfied sound. His fist went tighter in my hair.

  I had a bad habit of talking dirty in my head. Like bad porno dirty talk.

  Yeah, you like that, hot stuff? You like when I lick you from the base to the tip? I bet you—-

  Jack was giving me a strange look.

  I stopped. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “I just didn’t take you for a dirty talker.”

  I replayed the last few seconds, straining to remember them as accurately as I could. “Do you read minds?”

  “Not unless your mind makes sounds while your mouth moves. Hot Stuff,” he added with a wicked grin.

  As odd as it sounds to say, I started sucking his dick to avoid having to respond to that. Yes. I pulled the old can’t answer your question with a dick in my mouth trick.

  My embarrassment was forgotten when Jack apparently had enough of waiting. He stepped backwards. “On your hands and knees.”

  I found myself complying automatically. I waited for him there, pantyless, more soaked than I thought I’d ever been in my life, and knowing he was watching.

  I felt the bed rock as he came closer, then he lifted my dress and let out a grunt of appreciation.

  Yep. That’s everything. Glad you approve.

  He cupped me between the legs, silencing the nervous, insecure thoughts starting to rise up in me.

  I could joke. I could try to make light of the situation. I could try anything I wanted, but there was the unavoidable truth of his need for me. It saturated the room like humidity, unmistakable and thick. Jack Kerrigan was turned on by me.

  There was power in that thought. Sexiness. Release.

  I felt wanted, especially when he ran his calloused hands across my ass and sucked in a breath. I could feel how he was barely able to control himself, how he wanted to be inside me so badly he could barely stand it.

  I wanted it too. Once I stopped trying to distract myself and pretend I had any form of control over the moment. There was a needy ache between my legs for him. I felt myself pressing my hips backwards, seeking him.

  I heard a crinkle of paper and looked to see Jack unwrapping and putting a condom on himself.

  Something pressed into me, and I was so slick that it instantly slid into my entrance. I gasped with the sudden pressure of it, fingers digging into the silky gray sheets.

  “Oh, God,” I said.

  He took me by the
hips with a grip like iron as he eased himself in little by little. I’d never felt so full. It seemed like there shouldn’t have been enough room inside me for something so big, and it felt amazing. When I looked back, it was like being taken by a giant. Like Khal Drogo minus the eyeliner was giving it to me from behind and loving every second of it.

  I forgot to care about what he thought. All I wanted was more. More of his cock. More of the wonderful friction of my walls on him. More of his heavy breaths and the painful grip of his hands on my hips.

  I pounded back into him until our skin slapped together noisily, nearly drowning out my moans.

  Yeah, you like giving it to the nanny from behind, don’t you?

  My breath caught. That was just a thought, right? I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jack’s face scrunched up with fiery pleasure. Thank God.

  I buried my face in the pillow and moaned his name, coming hard enough that I saw stars.

  I felt Jack tense as well. He slowed his pace, letting himself stay inside me as he let out a long, shuddering breath and ran his hands across me. I expected him to get up and go to clean off, but he just flipped me over and slid his naked body beside me.

  “Oh,” I said, chewing my lip. “Hi.”

  Jack kissed my earlobe, then rested his head against me.

  I gave the ceiling a why not shrug, then turned to face him, hugging his head against me. It felt good. God it felt good.

  If only I could have enjoyed the moment for what it was without thinking of Florida. I’d even let my habit of checking the listing fade. It had been a few days since I pulled open my laptop and checked to see if the unit was still available. A few days since I cared enough about my parents dreams to put my selfish wishes aside.

  Jack’s breath was warm against the top of my head as I nestled myself into his chest and tried not to think about it. I tried and failed not to think about the conversation we needed to have and how much more uncomfortable it was going to be now that we’d slept together.

  By the way, I’ve kind of been planning to leave you and this gig as soon as I have enough money and run off to Florida. No hard feelings, right?

  “You’re tense,” Jack said softly. He tilted my chin up with adorable delicacy so he could look down at me. “Sorry for the way that started. I think I might have let my urges get the better of me there.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t be. You’re not the only one who had been thinking about that.”

  “So what’s on your mind?”

  Just tell him the truth, Nola. Rip off the Band-Aid.

  “Nothing,” I said. I put my palm on his bare chest, enjoying the smooth skin and hard muscle. “Nothing.”

  25

  Jack

  I decided I needed to confront Ally. Nola had told me what she’d originally been texting about the morning after our little hook up.

  I found myself wondering where we stood as I drove to the cafe where Ally agreed to meet. Without the blinding lust I’d had motivating me last night, I also found myself seeing through the holes in all the justifications I’d used to sleep with Nola. When she revealed the text had been a mistake, I could’ve backed out. We could’ve laughed it off and the only price to pay would’ve been my embarrassment for wanting it so badly.

  That’s what a real father would’ve done.

  Instead, I’d given in.

  And fuck had it felt good.

  But now thoughts of Ben were tormenting me. In the short time Nola and Griff had come into our lives, I’d watched my son change. Griff might not have been an entirely innocent influence on him, but he was getting Ben to open up. He wasn’t always buried in a sketchbook, and he actually played. I’d even seen him joining Griff in a pickup game of soccer when I’d come to pick him up from the park last week.

  It was a complete transformation, and if Nola left, I feared he’d go right back to where he was. Worse, he’d be heartbroken all over again. It would be just like the first time he’d thought to ask why he didn’t have a mommy like his friends. He’d be losing that all over again, wondering if maybe he’d done something wrong.

  Those were all the things I should’ve been thinking about last night instead of how tight Nola’s pussy had looked and how good it would feel to be inside her.

  I parked outside the cafe and headed inside, ready to take out my frustrations on Ally.

  She was sitting in a corner booth with big sunglasses on that covered half of her face and a caramel colored trench coat that made her look ridiculous like the villain of some kid’s movie.

  I sat down across from her. I hadn’t realized how long it was since I’d seen her in person. Years, at least. Our contact had been exclusively limited to the times she decided to call, which were few and far between. And now she was here.

  “What is it that you want?” I asked.

  “Nice to see you too, Jack. I see you’ve been taking care of yourself.” She removed her sunglasses so I could watch her make a point of dragging her eyes across my body.

  “I didn’t come here for small talk, Ally. What do you want?”

  She slid her sunglasses back on and crossed her arms. “I want a chance to make things right with Ben.”

  Irrational anger boiled up in me. “You chose not to be in his life.”

  “And sometimes people grow. They learn to see mistakes they’ve made in the past and want to take steps to fix them.”

  I stared at her. I couldn’t see anything through those stupid sunglasses except her mouth, which was unreadable. “You’re serious?”

  “I want Ben to have a mom. He deserves one.”

  I clenched my teeth. A long time ago I’d decided that it didn’t matter what I thought of Ally. She was his biological mother, and that meant she had a right to be in his life. But I wasn’t going to let her treat him like some kind of hobby she could pick up and put down when she wanted. That was the promise I’d made myself. “Why now?”

  “I actually heard about the nanny you had to hire. They were talking about it on one of those celebrity gossip shows. It hit me how much I’ve changed. I mean, I’m not even touring for a few months. I could easily be watching him instead of making you rely on some stranger.”

  “Nola isn’t a stranger. And I wouldn’t have hired someone I didn’t trust to watch my son.”

  “Of course not,” Ally said. She set her glasses on the table, and I saw she looked sincere. “I really don’t want this to be a confrontation, Jack. And I’m ready to respect your decision. I just wanted you to know that whenever you’re ready to give me another chance, I want to take it.”

  I gripped my knees under the table until my fingers ached.

  The worst part was how much I wanted her to be telling the truth. It wasn’t about rekindling some version of the relationship we’d had. It was that if Ally could actually be a mom for Ben again, I wouldn’t need to be so worried that my budding relationship with Nola would fuck things up.

  If Ally was in Ben’s life, I could stop being afraid to feel what I felt for Nola.

  “I’m listening,” I said slowly.

  26

  Nola

  I had the afternoon off while Griff and Ben were at school, so I agreed to meet Luca and Lindsey at a coffee place near their school.

  Luca and Lindsey were already waiting for me when I arrived. They were both barely concealing huge smiles.

  I frowned. “What? Why do you two have that goofy look on your faces?”

  “We started a business!” Lindsey squealed.

  “What?”

  “Remember those little sports pins I made last Christmas for everyone?”

  “Yeah? The button things with the team logo?”

  She nodded. “Luca took this course on advertising and we’re going to start selling them online. We both quit our jobs yesterday.”

  I raised my eyebrows. My best friends had lost their minds. Okay. Suddenly my late-night encounter with Mr. Kerrigan felt a little less pressing.

  “Selling sport
s buttons?”

  Lindsey nodded. Luca leaned in, speaking fast. “It’s a totally underserved market, Noles. Like majorly. There are people practically begging to throw their money at this, but they just don’t know it’s there.”

  “That’s incredible,” I said. “This feels kind of out of nowhere. I’d have thought you would want to be like a private investigator or something, Lindsey.” Mentally, I added a month or two to my timeframe for when I could afford to leave the nanny gig. It sounded like I also needed an emergency fund to make sure my best friends didn’t starve after this scheme of theirs blew up.

  Lindsey shook her head. “That’s just a hobby. This is a money maker.”

  “Makes sense,” I said as enthusiastically as I could.

  After I endured a ten minute business pitch, Lindsey finally sat back and smiled. “So, what’s up with our favorite nanny?”

  I held my hands about eight or nine inches apart, waiting for Lindsey to catch my meaning.

  She looked at my hands, then at my devious smirk, then tossed a handful of sugar packets at my face. “Shut up! You got laid? By what, a horse?”

  Luca was dutifully playing on his phone, as he’d learned to do when our three-way conversations turned to girl talk.

  “By an MLB pitcher, actually.”

  Lindsey’s jaw fell open, and then she started whacking Luca’s shoulder blow after blow. He rocked sideways, not taking his eyes from his phone.

  “Looks like the pitcher found a catcher he fancies,” Luca noted in a dry voice. “A glove to sink his best shot into, if you will.”

  We both rolled our eyes at him.

  “What happened? I need details,” Lindsey said.

  When I finished filling her in on everything that had happened, she sat back, looking stunned. “So what now? Is he going to give you his promise ring? Introduce you to his parents?”