Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

“She is.”

“Wait.” Spencer looks between Seb and me. “This is the hot nanny who ran you over at golf last week, right?”

I nod.

He leans against the table. “Where did you do it?”

“She caught me jerking off in my bathroom the other night.” “What?”

I close my eyes, the memories of it washing over me.

“What did you do when you saw her?” Seb gasps.

“I kept going, finished off, and then I rubbed my jizz onto my stomach for added effect.” I put a fork full of food into my mouth and shrug.

Their mouths fall open right before they both begin to laugh.

“What the fuck?” Seb whispers. “Then what?”

“Then I asked her to meet me at a hotel.” They exchange looks.

“The hot one…?” Spencer repeats again. “With the long, dark hair? The bad driver?”

“Yes!” Seb snaps, annoyed. “How many fucking nannies do you think he has?”

I continue eating my breakfast as they both wait for me to speak.

“And?” Spencer frowns. “What happened then?”

I shake my head and wipe my mouth with my napkin. “We screwed, and it was the hottest fucking sex of my life.”

Their eyes widen even further, if that was at all possible.

“We met again yesterday, and she fried my brain with dirty talk, and then fucked me stupid. Afterwards, she left, and I’ve been hard ever since.”

“That’s insanely hot,” Spencer whispers. “What are you going to do?” I sip my orange juice. “Meet her again at the hotel tonight.”

“That good?” Spencer whispers. “Two nights in a row?”

I nod and exhale heavily. “I have to get a handle on it, though. My kids love her. I’m not going to fuck it up for them.

Brielle

Julian Masters

Requests the company of

Bree Johnston

Occasion: Situation inspection.

Date: 31st May

Time: 7PM

Place: Room 612, Rosewood London

Dress code: Formal