The House Mate (Roommates, #3)

She shook her head furiously. “No, it’s like ever since everything happened with Greg, I feel like I’m a failure, you know? I’m a disappointment.” Her face turned the brightest shade of red yet as she mumbled, “In the guy department. Ugh, this might be the wine talking, but I feel like he shattered my confidence. Like no man will ever truly want me.”

“If we’d met under different circumstances, I would show you how very wrong you are.” The words came out before I could stop them and in a voice that had dropped to a low growl.

Addison stared at me, her mouth half-open, her eyes unblinking.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Sure, I was attracted to her, more than attracted. If she were anyone else, I would have been unbuttoning her pajama top an hour ago. Hell, I might have fucked her right on the kitchen table if she was down.

But she wasn’t anyone else. She was Dylan’s nanny. And a great one at that.

I could be attracted to her, but I had to keep my dick in my pants-especially now that I was rock hard, thinking about her spreading her legs open for me on the kitchen table.

I cleared my throat and slapped my hands on my knees. Time to retreat before I fucked this up even harder.

“Anyway, I better get to bed. Big day tomorrow.”

“Um, yeah, g’night,” she murmured, her words barely above a whisper.

I left my wineglass on the table and stood, careful to hide my erection as I marched up the stairs and disappeared into my bathroom.

“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath.

Total clusterfuck. She could be down there right now wondering if she should pack her bags and bolt.

Then I thought back to her expression at the end there. The way her pupils had dilated, the way her delicate nostrils had flared, just slightly. Had her nipples gone hard beneath that pajama top?

I groaned again and slid my hand down the front of my straining zipper. No way I was going to get any rest tonight until I tamed this fucking beast. I took my cock in hand, thinking of how soft and supple Addison’s skin would be against my chest. The lavender smell of her hair. The heat in her eyes when I’d all but told her how much I wanted her.

I gripped myself harder, imagining that it was her full lips wrapped around my cock instead, working me up and down while her tongue lapped at the head, teasing me before she dipped lower and took all of me into her mouth.

Damn, how I’d like to weave my fingers through her hair and feel her tits brush against my thighs while she was on her knees in front of me, sucking every last inch and still moaning for more.

She didn’t feel sexy or desirable? By the time I was finished with her, she would feel like a fucking goddess. The way she walked, the way she moved her hips, I knew that she would be heaven between the sheets.

Or on top of a table.

Or against the wall.

Or in the fucking street, for all I cared.

I imagined myself sinking between her thighs and pushing deep, feeling her hips grind against me while I worked her sweet pink pussy.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Fuck, if she let me at her, she would have all the confidence in the world.

My balls drew up and I suppressed a groan as the need to come filled me. Working myself harder and faster, I closed my eyes, imagining those sweet lips wrapped around me, those wide eyes staring into mine.

“Fu-uck!”

I came in a hot, pulsing surge, relishing the wave of euphoria that swept over me, making my muscles quake. My breath was coming in long drags as I let my eyes slip open again.

No big deal. This was perfectly normal for a red-blooded male living with sex on a stick. The old nanny fantasy.

In my dirty mind, Addison was the perfect sensual vixen, ripe for the taking.

And in my mind was exactly where she’d have to stay.