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“Take the night off,” he said with finality.
“Thanks,” I muttered and went up to my room.
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, exhaling. I couldn't hear Shawn with the boys downstairs, but it was a relief to know he was home. Eric couldn't get past Shawn. He was wiry and thin, whereas Shawn was solid. Rock-solid. I bit my lip and forced those thoughts out of my brain. Shawn wasn't my protector. He didn't even know my stalker ex existed. But it didn't stop me from feeling safe and secure when he was around. I didn’t have to be on my guard.
Now, to ease the tension that’d kept my muscles strained since yesterday. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water for a bath. Once it filled up, I added a scented bath bomb and got in. The warm water enveloped my skin, and I sighed a long breath. It felt good to just let go, lean back, and feel safe. It had been so long since I felt completely protected. And now I did because of Shawn.
He was so grumpy and commanding and intense. The water sloshed over the sides as I swept my hands up the sides of my body. Was there any part of him that wasn’t rock-hard? I doubted it. In my head, he went hard at everything. His business, his employees…his lover. I closed my eyes, picturing him leaning over the bath. He'd ask me what I was thinking, and I'd have no choice but to confess while staring into his unyielding blue eyes.
“You,” I'd moan, tight with need.
I ran my hands down my body and found my nipples were already stiff. “Damn.” Eyes closed, I plucked at them. God, it felt good.
He'd ask me to touch myself in that gruff, no-nonsense tone. Ask me to widen my thighs so he could see. My core began to pulse, and I teased my right hand down. I shook as I touched my swollen clit. Pleasure swirled through me; I wanted more.
Opening my legs, I stroked myself slowly while teasing my nipples. I pictured Shawn right here. Taking over. Doing what my hands were doing right now—giving me pleasure.
I circled my clit, and a whimper left my lips. Would Shawn want more? I knew he would. He was an intense man, and I was sure he made love in the same way. He'd dip his hand lower and—
"Ah," I gasped as I slid my middle finger into my pussy. I stroked faster. "Yes."
He'd ask me if I liked it. Ask me to tell him how much. Then demand that I come for him. I pressed the heel of my hand on my clit while spearing my finger in and out. All at once, pleasure shot through me.
“Shawn!” I gasped, trembling, shaking. I rode my heel, stretching out my orgasm until I became too sensitive.
With a sigh, I fell back into the water. I slid my finger out and rubbed my hands up and down my body. Shawn would probably never think of me as anything more than his kids’ nanny, but I could have these sexy little moments to myself.
Chapter4
Shawn
I put the boys to bed and headed downstairs. All evening, they started their sentences with "Violet says." It was as if, over the past couple of days, she became omnipotent, and they wouldn't dare deviate from her teachings. I'd paused after the first three times it happened.
“You like Violet, don't you?” I asked Leon.
"She's cool." He shrugged noncommittally but then gave me more, "Violet says."
I should probably be happy the boys get along with her, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. While they were generally calmer than most boys their age, at least more than I was at their age, they were also pretty independent. But suddenly, Violet had them hanging onto every word she uttered. If they said anything rude or inappropriate, I'd have felt justified in my suspicion. But apparently, my boys now had manners and didn't want to hop onto chairs, fight each other, or put their legs up on the coffee table.
I cut into the living room and turned off the TV. My work trip was exhausting, and the boys zapped the remainder of my energy, but I still had a little reserve to get a drink before hitting the sack. I crossed to the kitchen and headed for the refrigerator. A cold beer would taste great. I was halfway to the fridge when a small gasp stopped me. I spun to see Violet in the doorway.
The warm light played on her skin, falling on her damp tumble of hair and pastel pink pajamas. Nearly sheer pajamas. Blood went straight to my cock.
“I, uh, I needed some water.” Her voice was a whisper in the kitchen.
Unable to tear my gaze away from her or say anything, I swept my arm out in a silent ‘be my guest’ gesture.
Violet paused, started forward, then paused again. Her eyes roamed the kitchen and stopped on me. What was she doing? Color climbed up her neck and cheeks. I raised a brow. What was that about?
“Is something wrong?” I glanced around us. I couldn’t see the need for her hesitation. Unless... Oh, hell.
The kitchen was huge, with two routes to get to the refrigerator. But where I stood put me in the way, whichever way she passed. A chuckle built in my chest, but I let it die there. The petite nanny didn't want to walk past me. Well, I wasn't moving. I folded my arms and tilted my head to the side, a silent challenge.
At that moment, a part of Violet revealed itself. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked away briefly before walking my way. Her pajamas swallowed her small body but couldn't hide the delicate curves. At first, she was just a woman who was my boys’ nanny, but then I noticed the sway of her hips, the slight jiggle of her breasts, and the set of her chin.
Fuck me. I was hoping to mess with her a little, but now she was messing with me. Even if she didn't realize it.
Violet drew closer, and I stood my ground. Her fresh scent hit my nostrils—lemons. I gulped away the knot forming in my throat. She smelled so good. There was something unpretentious about her essence. Pure and unassuming. Why was I analyzing this?
