I ran over to my closet, took out one of my jackets and ran outside.
“Willow, why are you out here this time of night?” I asked, running over to her.
“Oh, Mr. Thrilling—”
“I said call me Darien,” I snapped, which I knew full well was because I was worried, but the look on her face reminded me that she didn’t know that. “Come inside,” I said more gently. “You’ll catch a cold being out here like this.”
“No I won’t,” she said, sniffling.
I ushered her inside and rubbed her arms for her to get warm. The heat was on, but her skin was still chilly.
“Oh really? Good thing you don’t already have a runny nose, then.”
“Stop,” she muttered. “Colds are viruses. You can only catch them from another person, not from the cold air.”
“I stand corrected,” I said, leading her back to the kitchen. “Willow, please, if you’re going to be out late at night, please let me know where you’re going.”
She avoided looking at me. Something was up. “I’m sorry, I just had to visit my brother, to make sure he was okay.”
Her head was hung low. Even in the dim light, I could see the curve of her neck and cheek. It teased me, taunted me.
She was untouchable, I was untouchable.
This whole situation could go to hell.
“Let me walk you to your room,” I said, bending out my elbow so she could hold onto it.
Fuck, what was I doing? Nevertheless, I kept it out, and she held onto it.
“Thank you.” She glanced up at me through her lashes. “I actually forgot where it was.”
“Don’t worry, it can happen in a big house like this.”
Visiting her brother, hmm.
That didn’t seem likely. I knew hospital rules very well, especially the Adventist hospital.
They didn’t let people visit and stay after nine o’clock.
It was nearing twelve now. And it didn’t take an hour to get there either.
We got to her door, and she still hung onto my arm.
“You didn’t walk there, did you?”
“Oh? Um, no, I had a ride…”
I sighed and crossed my arms. “Willow, the truth.”
“Fine, I took a taxi there, but walked back. It was only a thirty minute—”
“That’s dangerous, Willow.” My voice came off strong. “This road wasn’t built for pedestrians. I gave you a car—”
“No, I couldn’t do that!” She shook her head vehemently. “That’s not for my personal use. You’re already doing too much. Way too much.”
“I like doing a lot for you. It’s nothing really.”
I held her shoulders, and she flickered her gaze up at me, sending a warm, tingling feeling down to my cock.
Fuck.
Her presence, the cool soft touch of her skin was bulleting through my system like an illicit drug.
She opened her door and slipped inside.
“Why?” she asked, peering through the crack she’d left open. “People just don’t do this kind of thing unless─”
“Unless what?”
She turned her head away. “Never mind.”
A faint smell of alcohol wafted off of her. Had she been out drinking?
“Goodnight,” she said, and sighed heavily.
Her eyes, the need that soaked her soft big eyes, was overpowering. So was the thought that I didn’t know everything about her. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to possess her, to own her.
And I could tell she wanted the same. I’d already gone too far, might as well take it all the way.
I pushed her door open, grabbed her by that slender waist and pulled her against me. She grabbed my shirt, pulling at it with uncertainty, and I lowered my mouth onto hers.
But a few seconds into the kiss, she relaxed, and pushed against me.
I broke the kiss. “Willow, I can’t deny this attraction to you. And even though it’s putting me in danger, I still want you.”
She pulled away from my grip.
“Danger?”
I pulled her to me again, pressing her against my crotch. I was beginning to feel the pressure of my cock against my slacks.
“The divorce.”
“You’re still married?” she asked, worry in her voice.
“No, separated. Been separated for nearly two years— the statutory amount of time the court makes a married couple with a child wait before they grant a divorce. But my ex and I were over before we ever even started the divorce process and we haven’t had anything between us this entire time. We’d agreed that between us, it was over, even though under the law we had to wait for the court to make it official. It’s almost final, and believe me, I’m counting the days.”
“Then why would being with me be—”
I cut her off with another kiss. Glancing over my shoulder to check if the door was closed, I lifted her shirt and pulled up her bra.
She gasped as her breathing steadily began to grow ragged and desperate.
Both of her dusky pink nipples stood at attention, hardening under my gaze.
“You’re gorgeous,” I growled.
Willow tried to cover her pretty tits, but I pulled her arms up above her head and sucked them. They tasted so sweet and delicious.
Her voluptuous body arched into mine. No wonder she could be a dancer, with agility like that.
I slid my hand down the curve of her back to her ass as I flicked my hot tongue over her crinkled nipples. Her moans were soft cries, escaping her mouth like wisps of air.
My cock dug into her and I thrust it against her pussy so she could feel what she was dealing with. I knew she wouldn’t have any complaints about its size.
“Oh, Darien. Oh my God,” she moaned as I moved over to the other nipple.
A flash went through my mind and I forced myself off Willow’s beautiful body.
She gave me an odd looked and whimpered.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, I could hear her pining for more.
I wanted more, but was I just being selfish?
“Willow, you’re a beautiful person…” Stop talking, my brain ordered. You are messing this up big time! “But I…uh…have a major project due tomorrow. If I miss that it could hurt my company badly. I’m sorry to cut this short.”
“Okay.” She gazed at me, bemused but not, as far as I could tell, angry. “It’s fine. I hope you get some sleep before you head off to work tomorrow.”
“I’ll try.”
I smiled and left her bedroom. My cock was still tight and cursed me for leaving her wet pussy untouched.
But I had to. I needed to gather myself together and figure out what I wanted to do. It wouldn’t be fair to fuck my daughter’s nanny without having a good plan in mind. I had always been an organized and overly prepared man who thought and then acted with quick decisiveness.
I wobbled back to my office and went into the bathroom to fix this throbbing problem between my legs. Willow had knocked me off of my normal balance. This wasn’t like me at all.
What the fuck was I thinking? If only money could make the world stop, I’d have it pause for months.
I stood next to the toilet and took out my cock to stroke it. It was hard and red, twitching in my hand as I rubbed it and jerked off.
I thought about how her body felt, how it obviously craved being with mine. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I bet it would be for her very first time.
My heart raced at the thought of having her straddle me while she rode my cock. I’d pull her panties to the side so her pussy could be in plain view. I’d stick my fingers in her and feel how wet she was for me. Then I’d replace them with my cock, so it could rub the inside of her while I rubbed the outside, her clit, with my hand.
Oh, my God.
My cum shot out of me like it had been dying to escape. My cock twitched, satisfied partly but not completely, because it still wanted to be with her. My hand was no match for what had to be her completely fulfilling pussy.
So much was at stake. And what was worse, was that I was the one who was risking making things worse.
Morgan was the jealous type. Still— even though she definitely didn’t want me for herself. She didn’t want anyone near her meal ticket. So maybe it was best if I kept whatever it is I wanted with Willow in fantasy land until things calmed down with my ex.