CHAPTER FIVE
SPENCER
Seeing the way Charles had looked at Avery sent fire running through my veins. There was part of me that wanted to punch him square in the face for it. But, I had no claim on her. She wasn't my girlfriend. Hell, I couldn't even really call her a friend. She worked for me. She was my employee, and if she wanted to be involved with Charles, I couldn't stop her. I'd hate it, but I couldn't stop her.
I laid awake that night, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself of this truth – and only had limited success at it.
Why did it bother me so much to see another man flirt with my nanny? A nanny I hardly even knew? I licked my lips, remembering the way hers had tasted against mine.
Closing my eyes, I imagined the softness of her breasts beneath my hands, recalled the way her chest rose and fell with excitement as I touched her. Even as I moved lower on her body, I knew she wanted it. But, we'd both been drinking, and it was wrong. So very wrong.
Yet, even as I tried to talk myself down, the erection in my shorts was not going away. I was hard just thinking about her curvy little body pressing against mine. Thinking about the things I wanted to do with that beautiful body.
I couldn't have her in real life – that would have been wrong – but I could, at least for now, have her in my fantasies so I could finally find some peace and get some sleep.
The head of my dick was already glistening with pre-cum as I started stroking myself. With my eyes closed, I imagined Avery's hands moving up and down the length of my cock. I imagined her tiny, delicate little hands that wouldn't even fit around the girth of my erection, jerking my shaft.
It wasn't just her hands I wanted though. No, I needed to feel her mouth on my stiff cock. I need to feel her licking and sucking, teasing the head of my dick with that tongue of hers, before taking me down into her throat.
My body arched upward, a spasm of pleasure ran through me as I imagined that sweet little face staring up at me, down on her knees with her blue eyes fixed on mine. God, I would have done anything to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers, anything at all. If she wasn't my nanny, I would do it in a heartbeat.
I wouldn't come in her mouth, though. No, I wouldn't stop at just a blow job. I needed her in ways I'd never needed another woman, besides Bree. I would bend Avery over the countertop in the kitchen, just like I'd wanted to do last night. I'd push her tiny little shorts down around her ankles. Then, with her ass bare, I'd stroke my cock against her opening, rubbing the head against her clit as she moaned, begging for me to fill her up. Begging me to fuck her.
I'd have no choice but to happily bury myself deep inside of her.
I tightened my grip on my cock as I imagined fucking her, imagined what her tight little pussy would feel like. But, no matter how I held it, my hand would never take the place of a woman. It had been two years since I'd had sex with anyone, and that person had been my wife. I almost forgot what it felt like, but I continued stroking myself, imagining what the walls of her pussy would feel like wrapped around my dick.
Her moans would likely be soft, she was such a sweet girl. Just the idea of hearing her groaning in pleasure made my cock pulse in my hand. Before I could even stop myself or slow it down, streams of cum shot from the tip of my dick, and I spasmed, shuddering as pleasure ripped through me. My cum landed on my stomach, warm and wet, as I relaxed back into my bed with thoughts of Avery still floating through my mind.
Exhaustion took hold of me, but I still had to clean myself up. Not having any tissues nearby, I climbed out of my bed and walked to the bathroom. Outside, in the hallway, I heard a door open and close. Grabbing a towel, I wiped up my mess and walked over to the door. Opening it up, I saw Lola walking down toward the other end of the hall. Fearing she might be sleepwalking, I called out to her.
“Lola-bear?”
She stopped, freezing in place as if she'd been caught in the middle of a crime. Tossing the towel on the floor of my room, I walked out into the hallway toward hers.
“You okay, baby?” I asked her.
She turned and looked at me, tears staining her cheeks.
“I had a bad dream,” she said.
I knelt down in front of my daughter, my heart breaking for her. She had a lot of bad dreams and night terrors – they'd started just after the accident. She'd been to countless therapists, but no one had been able to help her just yet.
“You wanna talk about it, cupcake?” I asked, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
She shook her head. “I want to sleep with Avery. If that's okay.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Has Avery said it's okay?”
Lola nodded. “I went to her room last night too,” she whispered, her voice low as if she was ashamed of needing somebody to watch over her. “She said it's okay to come to her whenever I'm scared.”
“You can come to me too, you know,” I said.
“I know, daddy,” she said. “But Avery doesn't snore.”
Couldn't argue with that. I chuckled and stood up, taking her hand in mine.
“If you're sure Avery is okay with it, then alright,” I said.
“She is,” Lola said.
In a way, it was nice to see my shy daughter taking to someone so fast, but it also scared me. Avery was so new to this family, and after what happened the other night, what if I'd really stepped in it? What if we'd crossed a red line there was no coming back from? I couldn't imagine Lola losing someone else she came to care for – not after she'd lost her mother. Not after everything she'd been through.
No matter my personal desires or feelings toward Avery, I knew I had to behave myself around her. For my daughter's sake, if nothing else.
We reached Avery's room, and Lola knocked gently. At first, it was silent, but then a voice mumbled, “Come in.”
Lola opened the door and walked inside. I caught a glimpse of Avery sitting up in the moonlight. She didn't seem to see me.
“Another nightmare, sweetie?” Avery asked.
“Uh huh,” Lola said.
“Come here,” she said, patting the bed beside her.
Lola climbed into Avery's bed as I stood there in the doorway. Avery finally noticed me and gave me a small smile.
“Is this okay?” she asked me. “She asked last night, and I didn't think you'd mind, but I should have –”
“No, it's fine,” I said. “Thank you.”
I almost felt like crying. Lola looked so sweet curled up with Avery. Knowing that she finally had someone who brought her comfort, was worth all the money in the world to me.