Tempt Me

He returned to the bed, where she was retrieving her clothes from the floor. He took in her nakedness, her skin flushed, her hair tousled, and his cock jerked, awake again.

“Rushing out?” he asked, sliding back onto the mattress.

She glanced over her shoulder, those big green eyes looking back at him warily. “It seems like the right… the smart thing to do.”

Before he asked her to leave? Was that thought going through her mind? No, that hadn’t been in his plan. “I still don’t think it was a mistake,” he told her.

She sat back down beside him, clutching her clothes to her chest. “No, I don’t think it was a mistake, either.”

Well, thank God for that, he thought. One hurdle he didn’t have to climb… talking her down from panic.

“I’m just not sure we should repeat it though.”

He didn’t question why not. All the reasons they’d tried to avoid the inevitable still existed. No reason to list them all again. But having experienced sex with Mia, he had no doubt there would be a repeat. She just needed convincing.

He reached out and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her toward him. She released her hold on the clothes in her hand and let him settle her on top of him.

“Austin—”

“Mia,” he parroted, his face inches from hers. “You’re not going anywhere until we get a few things straight.”

Her lips fought a smile. “And what would those things be?” she asked, shifting her body into his, getting more comfortable… just as he was growing harder.

Before he could act on what his body demanded, they needed to be in accord. “We already agree we don’t regret it but apparently we don’t agree on what happens next. From my point of view, we have to be discreet around Bailey but there’s no reason this has to be a one-night-only thing.”

She sighed. “I can’t think of anything dumber than for me to allow this to continue.”

He did his best not to wince at her stark statement. “Because?”

Her gaze met his, softness and caring in those depths. “You’re charming, you’re a good man, and you’re an even better father. Not to mention you’re spectacular in bed. But you’re also my employer.”

“She says while sprawled naked on top of me.” He ran a hand over the back of her head, tangling his fingers through her hair, and she purred like a contented kitten. “Stop thinking so hard and just enjoy.” And in case she needed convincing, he slid his tongue across her lips, licking back and forth until she parted her mouth, giving in on a soft moan. “And now we’re in agreement,” he said before diving in and taking full advantage.

His tongue dueled with hers, his fingers digging into her hips as she ground her sex against his aching dick. This wasn’t about slow and fast. Not when he was inches from her sweet pussy and one wrong roll would push him inside her.

He lifted his head and ground out, “Condom. Top drawer.”

She leaned over and found a packet. Ripping it open, she sat back and lowered the covering over his cock, her hands trembling with the same need coursing through him.

“This time you’re going to ride me,” he told her.

Her eyes grew hazy with desire and she lifted herself onto her knees and took his cock in hand. Next thing he knew, she was slowly lowering herself onto him, accepting his thickness into her slick body. She clasped him in heat and he nearly came right there.

He held on, though, needing her to come first. Always. He gritted his teeth as she began to move, gliding up and down, milking him for all he was worth. He grasped her hips, holding on and grinding her onto him with each downward pass.

She began to make those sexy noises that told him she was close, so he slipped his finger over her clit and she shuddered, her inner walls contracting around him as she came on a low moan of pleasure. His balls tightened, drew up, and just as before, her climax triggered his.

He slammed up and into her, taking her hard and fast. She called out his name, a second orgasm crashing over her as he spilled himself into her.

She fell over him, her body giving way, and she breathed heavily into his ear. He held on to her, not ready to let go. But this time, after his trip to the bathroom, when he found her getting dressed, he forced himself not to ask her to stay. He had Bailey to think about, the center of his life, who would not understand her daddy in bed with her nanny. Who didn’t deserve to be confused by grown-up complications.

He let Mia slip away quietly, walking away without conversation or discussion, knowing that though he might sleep with her, he couldn’t ever let himself get attached. The good thing was, she obviously felt the same way. What he didn’t understand was why that thought bothered him so damned much.