“I want you,” I said

I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t keep from saying it, because it was true. It was all I’d been able to think about all day in the quiet gaps. Even when my mind was occupied, he was always there, seeping through in the backdrop.

Bryan. Bryan who’d wooed me over an app. Who’d fucked me on Halloween. And who’d hired me yesterday afternoon.

Bryan who wasn’t exactly who I’d thought he was, even though he’d never gone out of his way to deceive me.

“I want you so bad I can’t think straight,” I breathed against his lips.

His mouth eclipsed everything else in the room. He descended on me, pressed his lips to mine and burned my soul with a kiss. His hands roamed over my back, up into my hair again, back down to my ass. He squeezed, growling under his breath.

“Fuck, I can’t get you out of my brain. You’ve crawled into it and set up a home, Riley,” he said against my mouth.

I whimpered and leaned into him, placing the flat of my hand against his chest and gripping his shirt. “Please,” I said.

“Please what?”

“Take me. Fuck me. I need you.” The sentences came out broken, choppy. I couldn’t think straight to get the words out.

“Come here.” He sat me down on the edge of the bed then stripped off his shirt in front of me, tossing it aside and revealing the markings across his chest and his abs as he had before. I traced them, the pictures of dragons, numbers, strange symbols I couldn’t fathom right now. He was muscular to exactly the right degree, not too much, just enough, and strong. Oh god, so damn strong.

I lifted my hands to his belt and undid it, fast. He whipped it out for me, then unbuttoned his jeans and slipped those off too. Kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his socks.

His cock lolled in front of me, exactly at the right height to be sucked. So long, so thick, veins streaking down the side. I licked my lips and looked up at him.

“You’re going to sit on my face,” he said, “and you’re going to suck my cock. And then, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”

I squirmed on the bed, reached down to tug the hem of the shirt up and over.

He caught my wrist. “Keep it on.”

I let my hands fall and watched as Bryan positioned himself on the bed beside me, lay back and held his cock upright. The mushroom tip dripped pre-cum, and he throbbed for me.

“Come,” he said. “Sit on my face, Riley.”

I crawled over the bed toward him, then got on top of him.

“Turn around,” he said, “that’s right, baby, just like that. Show me that pussy.”

I turned and hovered it over his face, bent forward toward his cock, my eyes on it. God, this had to be the sexiest thing that’d ever happened to me. I took hold of his dick at the base and squeezed gently, wrapping my fingers around his girth.

“Suck it,” he said.

I bent my head and took his tip in between my lips, rolling my tongue along the underside of it.

“Fuck, look at this pussy,” he said, and inserted two fingers inside me.

I cried out around his cock and sucked down on him, smoothing his flavor over my tongue and just fucking living for this moment. For his dick in my mouth, his fingers inside me, moving back and forth, the wet sounds of us united like this again.

“Sit back on my face, baby. Arch your back. Fuck, yes, just like that.” The last sentence was muffled as he took a mouthful of my flesh. He suckled on my pussy lips, dipped his tongue between them, dragged it down to my clit and circled it, then brought it to my hole. He moved his fingers aside and plunged his tongue into it, thrusting as if he could fuck me with it alone.

“Oh my god,” I gasped then returned to sucking.

I’d give as good as he gave me. Suck him until he came. I spat on my hand and worked the fluids over his shaft, down to the base and back up again. I fixed my mouth over his head, matching the rhythm of it with my hand, even as I bucked my hips against the intense pleasure blooming below.

“Fuck me,” he said, speaking against my warmth. “Fuck me, Riley, you’re amazing. I could come from this. I could come right now.”

“Mmm.” I couldn’t speak around him—he was too thick—but the pleasure built and spilled over. The mix of sounds and pressures, of having him in my mouth while it all went down, was too much to bear. I crashed over the edge and came on his face, working my pussy against him, bucking my hips.

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “That’s it, Riley.”

I was caught in my rapture, my mouth slack, my orgasm blinding me, and his shirt still on my body, clinging to my sweat, now.

“That’s it.”

I came down from the peak, and Bryan lifted me off his cock and turned me around, laid me down on the bed, and appeared above me.

“Hey,” he said, his mouth still wet, his beard. Oh my god, how fucking naughty were we?

“Hi,” I said and grinned. I opened my legs and my arms, and he lowered himself on top of me, pressed a kiss to my lips, gave me a taste of myself. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, and entered me in one, long thrust. That was his signature move, apparently—taking me instantly, whole, and sending me into another spasm of pleasure.

“Oh god,” I whispered and wrapped my arms and legs around him. “Bryan.”

“Look at me,” he said.

I met his gaze, and the intensity nearly devoured me whole. “Riley,” he said, my name dripping from his lips, but caught at the same time. His chest rose and fell, rapidly. “You’re mine. Look at me and hear it. You’re mine.”

I clung to him, moved with him, his dick hitting spots I hadn’t understood I’d had until he’d first touched me. His fingers caught in my hair, and he tugged it lightly, pressed his cheek to my cheek and breathed into my ear.

“Baby, you make me crazy.”

I pressed my breasts into him, our skin brushing at last, and he groaned.

“Riley,” he whispered, “this is more than what we wanted.”

What does that mean?

I didn’t have the words or will to ask. His pace slowed, and he worked his hips, moving his dick in ways that were just plain magic.

“I’m going to come,” he grunted.

“Kiss me.”

He pressed his lips to mine, slipped his tongue into my mouth and took us both over the edge, as one. Bryan growled with each thrust, emptying himself into me again, in four orgasm-inducing thrusts.

One, two, three, four, oh my god, make that five.

Finally, he settled on top of me, breathing against my neck, the scent of his sweat and cologne mixing with mine. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, Riley.” He lifted his head and pressed his lips to my cheek. “You’re everything.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Exactly what I said.” He pulled out of me slowly, looking down between us and watching as his dick emerged glistening, from my pussy. He let out a terrific groan as he finally popped free, then rolled to one side, still utterly naked, and gripped his head in both hands, breathing hard.

“Holy shit.” Bryan dropped his hands, then raised himself on one arm next to me. He traced the line of my jaw with one finger. “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”

I turned toward him, pleasure dwelling inside me, subsiding slowly and replaced by satisfaction. “So are you,” I said. “But Bryan –”

“What?”

This was a perfect moment, and the sex was amazing, of course, but I had to be rational here. This couldn’t work. I was the nanny, and he was the rich dude with responsibilities. Not only was this relationship hopelessly cliché, it had to be doomed from the beginning.

We couldn’t really do this, could we? No, we couldn’t. I wouldn’t allow myself to be emotionally invested again after the hell I’d been through.

After all, hadn’t that relationship with Marcus started out great? All sweet and loving until he’d decided that I wasn’t worthy of his attention anymore, or I was nothing more than an annoyance. Someone to be dealt with, someone to be handled. Or rather, a physical asset rather than a real ass person.

“Riley.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, and shook my head to clear it. “I was just—look, this is really bad. This is the second time we’ve done this after we swore we wouldn’t again. It can’t go on like this.”

“Riley, don’t jump to conclusions.”

“No, I’m serious. This isn’t right or healthy, and as much as I love working here, I know that’s it not what’s best for you or your family,” I continued, sitting up now. “So it’s probably better if I just clean up, get dressed, and leave.”

Bryan tugged me back down to the mattress, snaked a hand up the side of my face and pulled me into a kiss. I melted into him again and completely lost my train of thought. It wasn’t just the kiss. Or it was, but it was a deeper level of it. Like we were connected, lost and found, and all the other cheesy things I’d read or heard about romance.

It wasn’t supposed to be real.

“Stop overthinking this,” Bryan said, after we broke apart. “This was amazing, and I’d like to leave it at that for now.”

“But—”

“You’re not leaving,” he cut me off. “You don’t really want to, and I sure as hell don’t want you to, so just forget it.”

“Bryan.”

“Forget it, for now. We’ll deal with all of this in the morning. Come here.” He drew me into a hug, cuddled me against his chest, and held me fast. But he was right. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted nothing more than to lie here in his arms until morning.

My eyes drifted shut, then opened again. Shut and open. “Bryan,” I whispered.

“Yes,” he said, in that deep voice that spoke of the brief moments before sleep.

“Why did you ask me those questions today? You seemed tense.”

“It’s late,” he said, stiffening behind me, and this time, not in the pleasant way. He shifted, slipping one arm out from underneath me, then sat up.

I rolled over and looked up at him, bleary-eyed now.

“I have to go to my bedroom,” he said. “For Carly.”

I nodded. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, OK? We’ll talk.” Then he got up, and the rustle of clothing followed as he dressed himself. “Sleep tight, angel,” he said, and headed for the door. He clicked off the overhead light and plunged me into darkness.

I rolled over onto my stomach, snuggled into the pillows and the smell of him, ignored the bubbling anxiety in my stomach, the guilt, the fear, and focused on the satisfaction settling around me instead.

A minute or an hour later, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I grabbed it, shutting one eye like the true pirate I was, and using the other to identify the source of the noise. A notification from the #dateme app. A message.

I frowned and unlocked the screen, opened the app.

My ongoing conversation with Bryan opened, the final line a message from him—two kissing emojis.

“Sleep well.”