A Nanny For The Mechanic

Gray increased his pace, slamming into her with renewed force, dominating her, forcing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Terra,” he demanded through clenched teeth. “Don’t hold back.”

Terra, in a bid to fight back, bucked her hips upward, driving his rigid length deeper into her and meeting every furious thrust head-on.

“Oh God,” she gasped, clenching around his rigid length, making him ache with the intensity of his need to come apart, too. “Oh my God—”

Gray was about to utter another demand, desperate for her to obey him, when the sharp intake of breath that came from

her mouth made her eyes spring open and her body tense and constrict under his.

Terra shattered completely with the weight of her release, succumbing and submitting to her desires as Gray’s thrusts pounded out every wave of her orgasm as it pulsed through her.

It was too much and not enough, all at the same time, and Gray clamped his mouth down on hers, desperate to muffle his own animalistic growls as his own release rocked through him. He didn’t let up until every wave of tightened muscles and sharp breaths had subsided, rolling onto his side beside her.

“If that’s how you fight with people you hate, sweetheart, you can sign me up.”

She turned her head to look at him. There was a hint of amusement at the corners of her mouth. “Shut up, Gray. You’re going to ruin this.”

Chapter Six

Terra

In the morning light, she really wished her first thought had been how freaking incredible sex with Gray had been. And it was—incredible, that is. But her first thought hadn’t been that.

It had been that she’d made a huge mistake by letting her impulses take over and letting herself end up in Gray’s bed.

What the hell was I thinking?

That’s just it—she hadn’t been. She had somehow allowed him to cloud her judgement. His kiss, the way he pushed her up against the kitchen counter and pressed his body against hers. He made her feel wanted, desired.

And she wanted him just as much. At least, she did in that moment.

Did she want him now? She wanted to tell herself she didn’t, that Gray was her employer and nothing more, but she couldn’t. She wasn’t willing to truthfully answer that question.

That didn’t mean she didn’t realize what a mistake last night was, though. Gray, surprisingly, didn’t seem to see it that way.

Terra managed to get out of his bed before he awoke and made herself look presentable before she had to face Allie. The last thing she wanted was Gray’s daughter seeing her come out of her daddy’s bedroom. She was five, and she was smart. The girl would ask questions.

Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. Allie was still fast asleep when Terra padded up the hall to the bathroom, and she was still sleeping when she came out and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. She’d never needed good, strong coffee more than she did right now.

“Good morning.” Gray rounded the corner into the kitchen, smirking with a sleepy grin as he ran a hand through his hair. Terra hated herself for noticing how delectable he looked in a tight black t-shirt and charcoal jogging pants that hung low on his hips. Visions of the way those hips moved against hers last night flashed in her mind, and she shook her head to clear the thoughts away.

“Good morning,” she said, not meeting his gaze as she grabbed two mugs from the cupboard. “Coffee will be ready in a minute.”

“Sounds good.” He closed the gap between them and reached out for her.

Terra flinched and pushed his hands away as gently as she could. “Gray...don’t.” Then, she realized how crass she sounded and she gave him a half-hearted smile. “I mean, you don’t have to. There’s no use pretending this is something it isn’t.”

Gray’s eyebrows shot up and his posture stiffened. “Right. There’s also no use pretending last night didn’t happen, and no use pretending we didn’t want it to.”

“Right.” Again, she sounded half-hearted at best as she turned away from him to focus on getting the milk from the fridge. “But it was a mistake. We both know that, Gray.”

“Don’t speak on my behalf,” Gray snapped. “Where the hell is this coming from, Terra? You didn’t seem to think that way when we were—”

“Gray, stop.” She held up her hands as she whirled around to face him. “This is getting complicated.”

“No shit.” A hollow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but Terra knew he was getting angry. “But it’s always been complicated, Terra. We’re fake fucking engaged, remember? It just stopped being a game when you realized I wasn’t the complete asshole you thought I was.”