Chapter Seven
Wayne paced his bedroom later that night. The kiss had been like fire, consuming, and made him ache in ways he didn’t think were possible. Before he’d been able to go any further, Timothy had interrupted them, and Temperance used that as an excuse to escape him.
He knew without even asking that she was torn between taking what she wanted and being professional.
Screw being professional. He got it. She was a good girl who did no wrong, and his respect for her was high, higher than any other woman he’d ever known.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his hands together. He should leave her alone. Let her live her life, and ignore this burning desire inside him, but he couldn’t do it. No matter how much he tried to stem the need within him, he couldn’t.
He wanted her.
Both of them were consenting adults.
Fuck, he’d even told her the truth about his own wish from the past he’d long tried to bury. That man was long gone, and yet no matter how much he tried to shake it, there was no getting away from what he wanted or needed.
The clock read eight o’clock. This was the longest day he’d ever spent away from home.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he knew he couldn’t let her walk away.
He left his bedroom and walked the few feet to her door.
She’d already put Timothy to bed, and he knocked, entering without even waiting for her to answer. He stood in the doorway of her bedroom. She’d just gotten out of the shower, and water dripped from her hair down her body. The towel she wore gaped a little at the side, and she clutched it to keep it closed.
Her normally wild hair was tamed with the weight of the water.
“Wayne?”
“You knew this wasn’t over.” He closed the door but made no move to step forward.
“You’re my boss.”
“I don’t care.”
“This breaks every single rule.”
“At thirty years old you’ve followed the rules and look where it has gotten you. You’ve been dismissed from several homes due to jealousy of other women. They want to be like you. You’ve got no family, apart from a roommate who does porn. No boyfriend, no prospects, and just another family waiting to tempt you with the promise of things being different. Is this where you intended to be at thirty years old?” There were tears in her eyes, but they didn’t fall. She merely shook her head.
“You know this isn’t where I planned to be. I wanted more, so much more.”
“And instead, you’re taking care of kids that are not your own. Caring for them, loving them like a mother should.” He stepped closer to her. “Tell me you don’t feel this? That you don’t ache to have my hands on you, and you’re not desperate to see how good it could be between us.”
“You’re not offering me forever.”
“I’m not. I’ll never lie to you, Tempe. I’ll always tell you the truth. I’ll never lie, and I don’t cheat.”
She snorted. “Please, you’re the classic playboy.”
“Don’t believe everything you’ve read. I’ve never cheated on any woman that I’ve been with.” He stepped a little closer, and she didn’t tell him to leave.
“I’m not like you.”
“I know.”
“This is crazy.”
“Then tell me to go.” He stood in front of her. “Tell me to leave your room, and I will not hold it against you. I won’t beg, Tempe. I’ll accept your decision. However, if you don’t want me to leave, then tell me to stay.”
He waited, watching as her gaze landed on his chest. Never in all of his life had he felt so fucking nervous. She did this to him. She made him want. She made him ache and yearn. At the click of his fingers he could have anything he ever wanted, and yet right now, everything he had seemed rather pointless. Nothing that he owned impressed this woman.
In fact, only the truth had impressed her.
His honesty.
It was one thing he’d always give her.
“Stay.” The word was whispered, and for a few seconds, he thought he’d not heard correctly. Glancing down at her, he saw she was finally looking up at him. “Stay.” Her voice was clearer now.
He wanted to fist-pump the air. Instead, he cupped her face, pulling her those last few steps and slamming his lips down on hers. Sinking his fingers into her wet hair with one hand, with the other, he gripped her ass, holding her tight against him.
The towel and his own clothes were in the way. He wanted her naked right now.
Wayne didn’t want her hiding anymore. Releasing his hold on her ass, he reached between them and tugged on the towel that was bound between her breasts. The towel gave way, dropping to the floor.
When he made to step back to admire her, she wouldn’t let him.
She gripped the back of his head, pressing her body flush against his.
He couldn’t resist holding her ass. The juicy flesh filled his palms and he kneaded it, groaning as she rubbed against his already swollen cock.
The pants were too tight over his shaft, and he released her, stepping back, and opening them up to relieve the pressure.
His gaze stayed on her face until he couldn’t wait any longer. Staring down the length of her body, he couldn’t find a single fault. He didn’t care what other men liked. Wayne was only ever interested in what he liked in a woman, and staring at Temperance, he was in heaven. Her body was beautiful, full, lush, and so fucking womanly. Her curves drove him crazy.
“You know part of your charm is the fact you don’t realize how fucking sexy you are,” he said. “You drive other women crazy because you don’t even try. You’re natural. There’s nothing fake about you, and yet women try to gain attention by using every single trick in the book.”
“I don’t do tricks.”
“The men who have let you get away are assholes.” Why are you saying that? You’re going to let her walk away.
Rather than answer his own question, he took possession of her lips in an attempt to rid himself of the question he’d made. Removing his shirt, he dropped it to the pile, followed by his pants, kicking his boots off as he went.
He stood before her as naked as she was.
Neither of them spoke a word for several seconds, just stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he began to work from the root up to the tip, then back down again. “I want you, Tempe.”
She stepped closer to him. He took hold of her hand, wrapping it around his length, and he let go. When she tilted her head up, he cupped her face with both of his hands, claiming her lips once again. He’d never kissed a woman this much, but he loved kissing her. She released a little moan, which went straight through him, drawing more pre-cum from his tip.
Slowly, he ran his hands down her body, cupping her heavy tits, pinching the tight nipples in front.
He learned her body, taking it all in so that he’d remember for weeks and months to come what she liked. The way she gasped when he pinched her nipples a little tighter but didn’t tell him to stop. She liked a little pain with her pleasure, and he was more than happy to provide that.
Wayne loved sex, and he loved Temperance’s body.
Moving her toward the bed, he pressed her down. She let go of his dick, and he pushed her back on the bed, spreading her thighs open.
Running his hands down her legs, he teased open her pussy lips. She had a small dusting of hair, which was neatly trimmed. He didn’t like it when women completely removed their hair.
He liked to fuck a woman.
Leaning down, he sucked her clit into his mouth, loving her gasp as it filled the air, followed by a moan that echoed off the walls. Sliding his tongue down, he licked over her entrance, plunging inside, tasting her cream before drawing back up and biting her clit tenderly before licking it.
As he flicked his tongue back and forth, her pussy got wetter. His cock was desperate to slide inside her and fuck her raw, but first, he wanted her to come. He wanted her to scream as she finally came on his mouth.
“Oh, that feels so good, Wayne.”
Every time she said his name, it sent a thrill down his spine. He’d gladly listen to her speak for the rest of his life. He didn’t want to think about that, nor did he want to analyze it. This with Temperance would be as fleeting as everything else in his life.
There was no room for love.
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This is wrong.
Even as Temperance thought it, she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. Wayne’s comments about where she was in her life had been apt. Her life hadn’t turned out the way she wanted it, not once. Everything had been completely different, and as he spoke, she’d wanted to change that. To set a different course.
She’d always been so consumed with showing the professional side of herself. She didn’t want others to think that she was anything but. Gaining respect from the people she worked for had been uppermost in her mind. Now, after everything was gone, and she had a reasonable savings account, what did she really have in life?
The attraction she’d felt for Wayne was the first time it had happened with a boss. She never let anything get in the way.
Yet, he made her ache, and he wouldn’t let her turn away, or give up either. He was determined to make her see herself, and she didn’t know what to do.
So, she gave in to temptation.
This would be her last nannying job.
Wayne wasn’t looking for love, and she wouldn’t allow herself to fall for someone who couldn’t love her.
Pushing everything aside, she focused on the wicked heat of his tongue, the way it flicked her clit back and forth, causing the pleasure to fill her entire body. She’d not felt this aroused in a long time.
He gripped her ass, holding her tightly as his tongue attacked her clit. Whenever she was getting closer to orgasm, he pulled back, making her ache and beg him to make her come.
“You taste so fucking good.” He growled the words against her pussy, which only set her arousal to a fever pitch. Reaching down, she gripped his hair, thrusting her pussy onto his face, letting go of the final restraint that kept her bound. She didn’t want to be controlled anymore, or pushed into place.
She wanted Wayne, even with his bad temper and moody ways.
“That’s it, baby, ride my face.”
They’d not known each other long, but she’d felt the tension between them every single night. If she hadn’t wanted this to happen, she should have left, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
His hands moved to her hips and he worked her clit, not letting her go, and Temperance called his name as he sent her over the edge. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes.
The pleasure rushed over her body, going to every single nerve ending and refusing to stop as it consumed her.
Wayne didn’t let go. He kept on licking until the pleasure began to spiral into the start of a second orgasm. Only, he didn’t send her over the edge. He pulled away from her, and she watched him grab a condom from his pants, tearing into the foil and rolling the latex over his dick.
Within seconds he was back between her thighs. As she stared into his dark brown eyes, his cock probed at her entrance and slowly began to fill her. He didn’t rush, sinking inside her until he was seated to the hilt.
He wasn’t small at all. His cock was large, the width letting her know that he was filling every single inch.
She was full of his cock as his hands stayed on her hips. Neither of them said a word.
The heavy thrum of sex was in the air between them.
The line that had been in place … was crossed.
He was her boss.
She was his charge’s nanny.
Temperance had broken her own rules.
And yet, she didn’t feel sad or regretful.
Still, no words were spoken as he took her hands, placing them beside her head. They hadn’t looked away from each other either. She couldn’t look away, nor did she want to. She felt overwhelmed by him, consumed.
How could a man make her feel this way after only a few days?
Wayne pulled out of her pussy only to sink back inside her. Over and over, he filled her with his cock, and she was trapped by his gaze, held by him.
“Tell me you feel this, too?”
She felt it.
This was more than just empty sex.
Breaking from his gaze, she looked down their bodies, watching his condom-covered cock as it filled her pussy.
He began slow, taking his time, each inch feeling even harder than the last, and she begged for more, needed more, and he gave it to her, until finally, he began to fuck her hard. He kept her hands trapped on either side of her head, holding her down as he fucked her pussy.
The pleasure of him filling her with every slam, every thrust, brought her closer to a second orgasm.
He rocked against her so that he rubbed her clit, and yet that didn’t bring her off.
Finally, he released one of her hands and reached between them, his fingers stroking her clit.
With a few strokes of his fingers, he brought her to a second orgasm. Gripping the sheets beneath her, she gasped, moaning as he didn’t give her time to come down. He held her hips and fucked her harder.
The pleasure exploded in every single direction as he took that final thrust. His cock jerked and swelled as his cum filled the condom.
They were both panting by the time he finished.
She hadn’t spoken.
His arms were wrapped around her, and she held him just as tightly. Everything was surreal, and she couldn’t … think.
“Tempe—”
The sound of Timothy’s scream filled the air, cutting through their post-orgasmic haze.
Wayne pulled away from her, causing her to wince. It had been a long time since she’d had sex with anyone, and he wasn’t small. Grabbing a robe, she tied it around herself and rushed to Timothy’s aid.
As she entered the bedroom, her hands were shaking, and she saw he was sitting up in bed. Tears were streaming down his face. “I wet the bed.”
“Oh, honey. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She took his hand and led him to the bathroom. She let him use the toilet as she ran him a bath.
Wayne entered the room, dressed in a pair of pajama boxers.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Do you want to sit with him while I change his sheets?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
She couldn’t look at him right now. Her heart was hammering, and she … felt so lost.
This was why she never broke her own rules. Leaving the bathroom, she changed and washed down Timothy’s bed, preparing it again.
By the time she finished, Wayne and Timothy were back. They turned off the lights and waited while he fell back to sleep.
Once he was asleep, Temperance knew this wasn’t over between her and Wayne.
Closing his door, she rested her head against the wood. “I’m not a whore.”
“I didn’t call you anything, Tempe.”
She turned to look at him, staring him in the eye. “I’m … not this person. I’ve never slept with my boss, ever. I don’t do this.”
“I told you before. I’m not going to change my opinion of you.” He reached out, holding his hand for her to take. “Haven’t you ever wanted something so badly that you could taste it?”
“Yes, but every single time I stop myself. It’s not always mine to take.”
“You’ve got to take a few risks in life, Tempe.” He pulled her close, and she didn’t fight him.
She wasn’t even trying to push him away.
“Life is short. Don’t allow yourself to wake up one morning, old and full of regrets. Take chances. Take risks. Take what you want.”
Every word drew her in, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her parents had once told her to live life to the fullest, to never have any regrets.
At thirty years old, she’d experienced more passion with this man than at any other point in her life.
Kissing his lips, she allowed him to walk her back to her bedroom. She spread her legs as they fell to the bed. Wayne’s hands ran all over her body, making her moan and need more of him. He didn’t let her go, and she didn’t want to be let go.
This was probably the biggest mistake of her life, but it was her life, and she had to start living it.
No matter how much it would break her heart later.