When the door fell closed behind her, I groaned and leaned back in my chair. I couldn’t even see her for two minutes without wanting to rip her fucking clothes from her body. Just watching her walk away from me was enough to make me imagine how she would feel from behind.
I longed to wrap my hands around her curvy hips and pound her mercilessly. Instead, all I could do was close my eyes and try to stay focused. Emily was my children’s nanny for fuck’s sake. That was what mattered. I couldn’t spend all day, every day, daydreaming about what it would be like to be inside her.
As the day dragged on, my thoughts never lost their persistence. When it was time for dinner, I knew something needed to change. The way I felt wasn’t right. Thinking about fucking Emily wasn’t right.
As I sat down at the dinner table, I told myself I would have to either get myself under control, or let Emily go. Things could not go on this way.
Tommy and Sarah talked my ear off all through dinner. They, more than anything, helped keep me distracted. I focused on them and my food, never once glancing in Emily’s direction. Even when she handed me the rolls, I took them without making eye contact. It was extreme, but it worked. I made it through the entire meal without once picturing her naked and moaning.
When she sent the kids up to get ready for bed, I silently praised myself for the progress I’d made. I did the dishes and smiled, thinking maybe this situation might work out after all. It wasn’t until Emily came to help me dry the dishes that I’d realized how wrong I’d been.
She walked over to where I was in the kitchen and took a dish from my hand. Her body was so close to mine that I could smell the fragrance of her skin. My throat tightened, and I felt heat erupt in my stomach. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t keep myself from feeling tense in her presence.
When she looked at me, I thought she felt it too. Her eyes shifted to my lips for a fraction of a second, and I cleared my throat, looking away quickly. The sexual tension between us was just too much.
“Listen,” I said, my voice low. “I don’t think this is going to work out.”
Emily’s expression changed in an instant. One second, she seemed shy, yet happy. The next, her eyes darkened, and her lips pulled together into a tight line.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Did I do something wrong?”
“I just don’t think this is the right fit,” I said as stonily as I could.
“Okay,” Emily said slowly. I knew she wanted to argue, but her professionalism stood in the way. “Well, I respect your decision.”
“Of course, I’ll pay you for the last two days.”
“Sure,” Emily said, forcing a smile on her face. “I guess I’ll be going.”
Just then the kids called from upstairs that they had brushed their teeth.
Emily left the kitchen, and I sighed when I heard the front door click shut behind her. Abandoning the dishes, I went upstairs and finished the bedtime routine, tucking the kids in and kissing them good night.
How I managed to hide my giant erection is beyond me, but by the time I closed Sarah’s door, I was in pain. I hurried into my bedroom and closed the door. Locking it, I threw myself onto my bed and desperately unbuckled my belt. As I shoved my pants and boxers down, my cock sprang free. I was rock-hard, and I couldn’t take another second of this torture.
I kicked my clothes off my ankles. They dropped to the floor as my hand gripped my dick tightly. Emily’s eyes flashed through my mind, and my mouth went dry. I thought about how fucking sexy she looked this morning, leaning over that table, her tits on display.
My hand moved slowly, rubbing my cock gently at first. I closed my eyes and imagined it was just me and Emily, alone at the kitchen table. I would rip her shirt in two, tearing her bra from her body. Her perfect breasts would bounce free, her nipples hard and her eyes eager.
As I imagined taking one nipple between my teeth, my hand moved faster. I could practically hear the moans that Emily would make. Her body would tremble beneath mine until I ripped her jeans down her perfect ass.
I thought about slapping that ass and watching it shake as I bent her over the table. My hand sped up, my grip tightening. I was panting as I closed my eyes tighter, imagining myself spreading Emily’s legs and running my finger along her folds. In my mind, she was already wet; dripping, waiting for me to take her roughly and show her what it was like to be fucked by a man like me.
I pumped relentlessly on my cock as I imagined myself ramming into Emily’s warm, inviting pussy. Her ass was bouncing in my mind’s eye, and I reached around to grab one tit in each of my hands. She was moaning, whimpering, crying out for more.
My hand tightened even more, and I jacked off as hard as I could. Emily’s screams of pleasure were alive in my ears as I shot my release over my bed sheets. My breathing was ragged, my heart rate faster than ever. I laid there, still hearing Emily’s moans in my mind and wishing they were real.
CHAPTER SIX - EMILY
The next morning, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. After only two days, I’d grown accustomed to seeing Tommy and Sarah. When I woke up that morning, I immediately jumped in the shower, thinking I only had an hour to get over to their house. By the time I turned the water off, I remembered my conversation with Sean and felt a rush of anger. I still didn’t understand what happened. His dismissal was so abrupt that I wasn’t sure what to think about it.
Actually, I did know what to think. Sean Evan’s was a world class prick. I’d tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was a fairly new widower, still trying to process his grief. On top of that, he was trying to help his kids deal with theirs as well. As I thought about the way he interacted with his kids, it was hard to reconcile that Sean with the one that spit out one-word answers to my questions and dismissed me without a reason.
As I dried off and got dressed for the day, I wondered what I would do. I needed to find a way to pay off my debts, while I figured out how the hell I would eventually open up my daycare.
All the usual summer jobs were taken, so I’d been thrilled when Sean first called. Now, I wasn’t sure what I would do.
After I ate breakfast, I knew I couldn’t just sit around and feel sorry for myself all day. I called Janie, waiting a few minutes for her to answer.
“Hello?” Her voice was groggy.
“Did I wake you?” I asked.
“Yup,” she said, clearly annoyed.
“I’m sorry, but this is important,” I said. “Sean fired me.”
“He what?” Janie’s voice immediately changed from tired and bored, to angry and attentive. “You just started. What the hell happened?”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “One second, everything was fine, and the next, he’s telling me things aren’t going to work out.”
“You didn’t ask why?” Janie demanded.
“I froze,” I said sadly. “I was in shock, Janie. He said he just didn’t think it was a good fit, and he was kind of an asshole about it.”
Janie paused. I knew she was thinking of something helpful to say, but she couldn’t think of anything. “Do you think maybe one of the kids said something?” I asked nervously.
“Like what?” Janie asked.
“Like they didn’t like me.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Janie said. “You’re amazing with kids. There’s no way that, after two days, either of those kids had a problem with you. Not a chance in hell.”
“How can you be so sure?” I asked.
Now that the thought crossed my mind, I couldn’t get rid of it. In such a short time, I’d grown very fond of both Tommy and Sarah. They were sweet, bright kids who were nervous around new people. I didn’t know the details of what happened to their mother, but I could see how much they missed her. It affected everything they did; from Sara’s angry streak to Tommy’s shyness, everything came back to their mom.