Nanny with Benefits

“Hi! She’s been an angel, and Clara too.”

“I’ll just get changed, and then we can have dinner. ETA?”

I smiled a little nervously. “About fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, awesome. I might grab a quick shower then.” He put Alexis down. She was getting tired, and she would probably zonk out after we ate dinner together. I kept the lasagna warm by turning down the oven, and I made sure Clara had a seat ready at the table, too, even though she didn’t eat human food.

Before I knew it, Damon was freshly showered and sitting at the table with combed, sexy wet hair. I caught a whiff of peppermint and strawberries as I brought the lasagna over with the homemade salad.

“Wow, Dada. Clara says if she could eat, she would definitely eat Karly’s food.”

“I’m looking forward to it too. It smells divine, Karly. Thank you.”

I blushed as Damon looked me right in the eyes, making me feel slightly sub-conscious about myself. Did I look okay? I must have looked a bit of a mess. He had a way of doing that, looking at me like he was looking straight into me, and I didn’t know where to look sometimes. His eyes were like magnets pulling on my body. I’d never felt this way before.

“You still look amazing even after your long day,” he said, making my body feel warmer than warm.

I finished my bite of salad that had been rolling around in my mouth and looked at him as composed as I could, trying not to show my heated attraction. “Thank you. I had a wonderful day. It’s such a beautiful home to work in, and Alexis is brilliant.”

His eyes moved over me again, from my eyes to my neck, like he was going to take a bite out of me, and then he bit his full bottom lip. “You’re welcome to shower here when I get home each day if you want. It’s the least I can do for such a great nanny.”

His words were kind and flattering. I felt hot and bothered sitting so close, our knees nearly touching underneath the wooden table. Alexis was happily eating her food, not noticing our eyes locking together like a closed padlock.

“I’ll clean up here and let you two finish your night. I think Clara looks pretty tired. What do you think, Alexis?”

“Yep. I think she needs lots of booty sleep.”

Damon and I laughed at her mispronunciation. “Beauty sleep,” said Damon, correcting her.

“Dada, like I said to Karly-good-girl, you need to tell Clara if it’s wrong. She needs help, not me!”

Damon’s eyes moved to me as I cleared away the dishes. I was wearing jeans, and I noticed him noticing me as I looked backward, sensing his stare. Tension grew, gripping me as his eyes fell onto my body in the rawest way. I had to go. I felt like my body was going to explode then and there.

I finished loading the dishwasher. “Okay, thanks for a wonderful day. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I grabbed my bag and hugged Alexis, and then I gave the same attention to Clara. Damon’s eyes watched me the whole time. He bit his bottom lip like he was hungry, but not for food. I really, really needed to go.

His green eyes followed me, making me feel uneasy but good again. “Thanks, Karly. You’re amazing. We’ll definitely see you then.”

I got home to my apartment and ripped off my jeans and panties. All I wanted to do was finger my wet pussy senseless—the one that had wanted Damon all night long, during dinner, after dinner. I’d never been with a man yet, and I needed to fill my need by touching myself. I couldn’t ever remember being this horny. All I could see in my mind’s eye were those perfect green eyes and that wanton lip, and it was too much how he’d stared at me like I was his prey.

I placed a finger inside myself as I lay down on my bed. My nipples were hard and erect, and I used my other hand to massage them as my finger pushed in and out in a frantic, purposeful way. I imagined his ripped body in the shower, touching his erection as the water sprayed effortlessly over him in a gush, making his body pristine. In my naughty mind, he moved his hand down to touch his throbbing member, and I placed another finger inside myself, making my pleasure even more delicious.

I worked my fingers in and out in a perfect rhythm, and then the spasms began to unfurl in my core. His penis was erect, like steel, and ready for me in my vivid imagination. I saw him in my mind’s eye, watching me through the glass of the steamy shower door. He wanted to put his hardness inside me. His eyes locked on mine as he pulled himself in unadulterated pleasure.