Make Me Yours

“Remi—” Her chin rises, and I see the pleading in her eyes.

Still, I can’t resist. I lean forward, inhaling her sweet scent, brushing her soft lips with mine.

It’s not a kiss until she exhales a little groan and catches my face, pulling my mouth to hers again. It turns fast and our tongues curl and slide, but with another little groan, she pulls away from me.

“No, I can’t. You have to go, Remi.” Her back is to me, and she’s holding her robe closed. “You have to go… or I will.”

Those words change everything. They’re a splash of cold water right in my face. It might be dangerous having her living here, but I can’t bear the thought of this house without her.

“No… I’ll go. We won’t do it again.”

She doesn’t turn to face me, and with a heavy sigh, I open the door, taking one more look at the beautiful creature I just held in my arms before I leave.

I can’t lose her. I don’t know what that means, but I’m going to find out. Solving problems is what I do.

13

Ruby

“Kissing him sober is even hotter than kissing him slightly drunk.” I’m at an open-air mall in Timmons, the slightly larger suburb to the north of us.

Drew likes it because she can look for wedding dresses without all of Oakville knowing her business. I like it because it has a carousel for Lillie.

“Kissing your boss…” Drew teases as we watch the ride go around. “You’ll be sleeping with him soon.”

“I will not… although, he is packing some serious meat in those jeans. I swear to God.”

I want to see it. I want to touch it. I can’t stop thinking about it.

“So just get your own place and date him. You can still be Lillie’s nanny.”

“Can I?” I tilt my head to the side, trying to decide how I feel about that arrangement. “It seems weird for him to be paying me while I’m sleeping with him.”

“Get your paychecks direct deposited.” She laughs, and I crack a smile.

Then I sigh, remembering his hands on me, how easily he lifted me against the wall and devoured my mouth. How hard and massive his erection felt against my stomach. A little shiver passes through me.

“It’s not a bad idea.” I think about the check I deposited this morning on my way to Drew’s, thirty-five hundred dollars. It appeared in a business envelope on my dresser yesterday evening, while I was out avoiding him.

Holy shit.

“I can tell he doesn’t want me to move out. I kind of suggested it, but he shut it down right away. Me living with them was part of our original deal, I guess.”

“How come? Does Lillie have night terrors?”

“No… I don’t know… Maybe he likes having me close?” I try to think back to our first conversation, but my thoughts have gotten so muddled when it comes to Remi now.

All I can think about are his amazing biceps, his firm chest, those sensual lips, and that massive cock I want to ride.

“He said I would be there if Lillie needed anything in the night. It makes sense, I guess. He sleeps on a whole different floor. But so far she sleeps soundly all night.”

Another pass, and Lillie waves so hard, her little arm looks like it might fly off. Today she picked out a purple tutu with black and white striped knee-hi

gh socks and a long-sleeved tee with Elphaba from Wicked on it. She’s so adorable, and every time she passes, we smile and wave back.

Warm fuzzies are in my stomach, and no matter how heavy my thoughts, she makes me smile. I’m so fucking conflicted.

“I don’t want to stop being Lillie’s nanny. It’s not just the money. I really like that little butter bean.”