Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

She took a slow sip from her glass, never breaking eye contact with me. Neither one of us spoke, not at first. The silence wasn't strained or awkward though. If I had to come up with one word for it, it would have been companionable. Finally though, she broke the silence once her glass was empty.

“This really was the best wine I'd ever had,” she said.

“Just wait until I introduce you to some of my own collection,” I said with a playful wink.

“I can't wait,” she said.

Her lips curled up in a seductive smile and her tone was a little flirty, but as soon as we both realized it, she dropped her eyes to the floor.

“Anyway, I should probably get to bed,” she said, clearing her throat.

“Sure you wouldn't want another glass?”

“My shirt isn't that expensive,” she teased.

“Well, consider it a bonus for a job well done today with the girls,” I said.

I reached out and plucked the wine glass from her hands, and before she could protest, I filled it once more. She started to say something, but her words dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Sure, okay. I guess one more wouldn't hurt,” she said. “But, if I'm hungover tomorrow at work, you get to explain things to my boss.”

“Sure thing,” I said. “I happen to know him pretty well.”

I took a long sip from my glass and stared at her over the rim. It had been so long since anyone had caused my body to react the way it was reacting to her. My groin ached with a burning need as my erection pressed hard against my slacks. I prayed she wouldn't be able to see the hard-on I was sporting for her, but it was hard not to. All she had to do was look down, and – yep, just as I thought it, Avery's eyes moved down to my crotch.

Her perfectly plump mouth opened and then closed, her eyes grew wide. She put the wine glass on the counter and muttered something. She looked up at me, giving me an awkward smile.

“I really do think I should probably go to bed now,” she said.

She stepped around the counter, and for the first time, I noticed the shorts she was wearing. Blue bottoms that matched the wine stained top. Nothing spectacular about them except that they were super short and rode high up onto her thighs. That didn't help my dirty mind or painfully swollen cock at all.

She was right. She should go upstairs and go to bed. She was the nanny. I was her boss. That was the end of it, and I shouldn't be having such impure thoughts about her. Still, I couldn’t seem to help myself.

As she walked toward the door, I grabbed her arm. I'm not sure why, I just seemed to be acting on instinct. She stopped and looked at me, but she didn't try to pull away. “You don't have to go to bed,” I said, my voice soft.

“I really probably should,” she said, biting her lip as her breathing grew heavier. I went to pull my hand away, but instead, pulled her closer to me. She didn't resist. She came willingly. Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out, licking them as if preparing them for a kiss we both knew was coming, even if we'd never admit it to ourselves.

I leaned forward, brushing my lips against hers. She gasped, her body tensed for a second, causing me to pull back, afraid I'd gone too far. Avery's free hand, however, reached out and held my chin, pulling my face back closer to her. She kissed me long and hard, her tongue now darting into my mouth, our kiss growing in intensity and passion.

She let her hand fall from my face and slid it along my collarbone and then down to my chest. I shuddered against her, my cock pulsing, aching to be freed from the confines of my slacks. Her breasts pressed into me, her nipples hard and begging to be touched. I allowed my hands to stroke her breasts, circling her stiff nipple with my thumb. She whimpered against me as I continued playing with the tight nub through her wine-stained shirt.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”

Her voice was soft, but also carried a note of surprise to it. I wanted to keep touching her, and I did, allowing my hands to completely envelop her breasts, my palms kneading at her sensitive nipples. Her mouth pulled away from mine, but she didn't separate from my touch. Our foreheads pressed together, her eyes closed, as my hands explored her exquisite figure.

I yearned to move lower, to feel the wetness of her panties soaking through her shorts. I let my fingers travel down her curves until I reached

her inner thighs. I slipped a hand up her shorts, and her eyes popped open. She bit her lower lip as she stared into my eyes.

God, I wanted her. I wanted to bend her over the counter and fuck her right there, on the countertop in the kitchen. Break in the new place, so to speak. In that moment, there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to be inside of Avery.

Her beautiful blue eyes were begging me to continue, but she put her hands on my chest and used it as leverage to push herself away from me. The message was clear – although our bodies might ache for it, there was a line in the sand we shouldn't cross.

“Damn. I'm sorry, Avery,” I said softly. “That was wrong of me.”

She stepped back, her cheeks flushed redder than I'd ever seen them before.

“ I've clearly had too much to drink,” I said, pouring the rest of my wine down the sink. “I shouldn't have come on to you like that.”