Nanny with Benefits

A wash of sensations flooded my wet pussy, and I moved my fingers fast, desperately, wanting and needing him. My other hand moved to my throbbing clit, and the warmth of it all overwhelmed me. I came with a moan as I imagined him there, pulling at his rock-hardness as he watched me passionately finger myself. I’d never wanted anything more. God, he was so delicious. I’d just met him, and he was my boss. This attraction to him had to be a bad idea. Fantasizing about him was a bad idea, but how could I stop this amazing desire I had for him now?

Chapter 5

Damon

She arrived early, again. I was impressed by her passion for this job. I finished my breakfast and grabbed my briefcase. I had a client meeting on a Saturday. I couldn’t get out of it, unfortunately. It was another sure-fire possibility because Chan had signed on with us. He had said he’d enjoyed “the best women in the world” with Benson, much to the shock and horror of Rhonda, who he’d told the words to back at the office. Benson had been there when he’d said it, and I wished I had seen her face. It would’ve been downright hilarious, I reckoned.

“You’re making a habit of being an early bird,” I said, watching her blush in front of me.

“I’m always early. It’s just one of the things I like to do. Then no one is rushed or starts feeling overwhelmed with their whole day still ahead.” She fixed her collar on her pale pink blouse.

She was hotter than hot. Her breasts were perky, and those rosy-red lips were the color of delicious strawberries. Christ, I didn’t even know how to concentrate and focus on work right now. She was breaking all the rules without even realizing what she did to me. The sweater she had worn the other night at dinner had accentuated her breasts so I could hardly focus on enjoying the lasagna. Fuck, I wanted her. Shit.

I walked out the door and rode down the elevator to see Mr. Clark for our scheduled appointment. He was always going to follow Chan’s decision, but why he needed to negotiate on a Saturday was strange to me. Anyway, I didn’t care. The coffee at Palazzo’s was always top notch, and having my face seen there was always great for business. I loved it. It had million-dollar coffee with three-hundred-and-sixty-degree views of the city skyline. It was well worth the effort and was a dream catcher of a place to meet up with potential clients.

When I arrived, Clark was already there. He had a coffee, and I was beginning to believe I was late somehow. I looked at my watch to check. I wasn’t. I was twenty minutes early.

“Hi. Glad you could come, Jacobs,” he said. I looked out the window at the city. It was a heavenly view.

“Hi, Jeremy. You’re earlier than me. Seems to be the way of it these days.”

I sat down, and the waiter took my order for a house special. It was a frappe with double the coffee, expensive cream, and a blue hue that accentuated the flavor somehow. It had a hint of licorice, and it tasted like heaven in my mouth.

“Let’s cut to the chase. Chan’s in, so I’m in too. I just wanted to get the passion from his decision. He’s always right with his decisions.”

I smiled at his words, having already expected he would be in. We drank our expensive coffees, and I handed him the paperwork to look over and sign. He’d already seen a copy of the legalities via email, so he signed where the yellow tabs were and it was done.

After that, we discussed golf, his favorite pastime, and his opinion on the newest cryptocurrencies being traded as decentralized monies. He was polite, kind, and eager to leave after he’d told me all the latest news from his company’s perspective. Not a bad sign-up for forty-five minutes worth of work.

I bid him good-bye, and then I saw Eric filter in. It was unusual to see him at Palazzo’s, especially on the weekend.

“Hey, buddy. I’ve missed you,” he said, sitting down next to me as he patted me on the back. “Coffee?”

I nodded. “Yep, if it’s on your dime.”

My best friend since high school rolled his eyes at me. He signaled for the waiter, and we ordered our coffees. “I had to meet that Chantelle chick here. She’s organizing some hullabaloo for Karen and Damien’s wedding. She put me on her committee.” His face contorted into a weird expression. “She’s so damn matter-of-fact about everything, but fuck, she’s as hot as hell.”

I laughed at his words. “I had to get a new fricken nanny. Bron bailed and left me in the lurch. I nearly lost Mr. Chan. Could’ve been a year’s worth of work down the drain because she went to see her mother without warning me first.”