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

Charles shrugged. “Spencer overstates things. Playboy is hardly the word for what I am.”

“Oh?” I said and laughed. “Then, what are you exactly?”

“I am French,” he replied smoothly. “We appreciate good wine, beautiful art, and most of all, beautiful women.”

I looked away quickly, the heat flaring in my cheeks once more. I wasn't used to being the center of attention, but these two rich, successful, gorgeous men, seemed to be vying for my attention. I would have been lying if I said it wasn't feeding my ego a little bit and making me feel good about myself.

“I – I should probably see to the girls,” I said. “We have our first lesson today.”

Spencer nodded. “Probably a good idea,” he said. “Charles and I need to discuss some business and you're clearly a distraction for him.”

Charles laughed. “You have no suitable wine or art in this house,” he said. “Of course this beautiful woman is a distraction to me.”

They turned and walked down the hallway toward Spencer's office, talking and laughing so loud, their voices echoed throughout the house. I watched them both walk away, admiring the view from behind – a view that was admittedly, quite nice.

I shook my head and kicked myself mentally. “Knock it off,” I told myself. “You're not here for that. For any of that. Don't screw this up.”

As I turned and walked back to the kitchen to finish my yogurt and check on the girls, I tried to banish the thoughts of the two men from my mind – and was only having limited success. Feeling the fluttering still in my belly as well as the dampness in my panties, I sighed.

It was going to be difficult to work in this house.

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.