: Chapter 18

I manage to leave work at a decent hour so I can be home before Isla goes to sleep, but when I walk through the back door, SJ is at the kitchen table doing his homework and Isla is nowhere in sight. “Where’s your sister?”

“Which one?” he asks, not looking up from his paper.

I glance at him, annoyed. “Isla. Last I checked, Margot isn’t home yet.”

“She’s upstairs with Ellie.” He looks up at me. “You have to try the soup she made for her by the way. Dad, we can’t let Ellie go ever.”

Wasn’t planning on it.

“Noted. School was okay today?”

“Fine.” He shrugs. “Had my meeting with the shrink. When can I stop doing that anyway?”

“I’m guessing when your behaviors improve,” I tell him as I slide my jacket off and hang it on the back of one of the chairs.

“They have!”

I fold my arms over my chest. “Don’t you have detention this week?”

He drops his forehead and taps it against the table in three consecutive taps. “This is the worst.”

“I’m sorry, bud. I did my part and stopped you from getting expelled.” I ruffle his sandy brown hair before I make my way upstairs. When I get to Isla’s room, she’s lying in her bed with Ellie sitting next to her reading a story. For the first time, I really see Ellie as not just the nanny but someone my kids are falling in love with by the day.

Ellie must sense my movement because her eyes dart to mine and she gives me a soft smile.

“Daddy!” Isla’s eyes light up and while her voice isn’t as enthusiastic as it usually is, I know she’s still excited to see me. She sits up and raises her arms toward me as I make my way to the other side of her bed and pull her into my arms. She climbs into my lap and tucks her head right under my chin while I squeeze her tight.

“How you feeling, Princess?”

“Mmm, I still don’t feel good.”

“You don’t have a fever though, so that’s good,” Ellie says as she presses the back of her hand to Isla’s forehead followed by her cheek.

“Do you think she needs to stay home tomorrow?” I ask her and she gives me a look that tells me she’s not sure.

“It may not hurt? Especially if she’s still not feeling great? I planned to just see how she felt in the morning.”

“Okay. I was thinking I would work from home tomorrow…” I stroke Isla’s hair and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Whether she’s home or not,” I continue and watch as Ellie’s pupils dilate before she licks her bottom lip. I take it she understands what we’ll be doing if we have the house to ourselves.

A smirk finds my face but it falls instantly when I hear Isla’s voice. “Daddy, we aren’t finished. Shhhh.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I try to move to let them get back to their story but Isla just squeezes me tighter making me believe she wants me to stay.

I can’t help but watch Ellie while she reads, and although I know it’s her job, there’s something about watching her with my sick daughter that does something to me. We’re nearing the end of the story, with Isla teetering on the edge of sleep when Margot walks in the room, and when I look up, she’s staring at us confused like she’s not sure what she’s seeing.

“I heard Isla wasn’t feeling well. Is she okay?”

“She had a fever but she’s much better now,” Ellie tells her and Margot’s lips form a straight line as her eyes dart back and forth between me and Ellie.

“Dad, you’re home early. When’s the last time you beat me home?” she jokes but I can hear the underlying snark in her voice.

“Well, it’s nothing new. Who else has been here when one of you guys has been sick?” I ask her.

She adjusts her backpack that’s hanging off one shoulder. “Right,” she says in a way that makes me think she doesn’t agree with what I said but doesn’t want to get into it. “Feel better, Isla.”

“Night, Margot,” Isla says softly as her eyelids begin to droop.

I’m still in my office at almost two in the morning, as I still have a mountain of work to do after leaving work early, when I see a soft light streaming from under the crack of Ellie’s door. I wonder if she’s awake or if she fell asleep with her light on. I don’t want to wake her but we haven’t had a moment alone in two days and I’m desperate for one. I walk quietly across the hall, knowing that while unlikely, Margot could still be awake.

I tap gently on her door and I hear movement on the other side. Thank God.

When she opens the door, she has a shy smile on her face. “Yes?”

“I haven’t touched you in two days. I can’t go another second,” I growl as I push her back into her room and close the door behind me. I waste no time pressing my lips to hers and sending her pajama pants and underwear down her legs before yanking her top off over her head leaving her completely naked.

“Now?” she gasps.

“Fucking now,” I tell her as I pull her to the carpeted floor and press my lips to her pussy hungrily. After a second, I pull back and give her a salacious look. “I was planning to spit on your pretty pussy to get you ready but you are already very wet, Elianna.” I run a finger down her slit. “By any chance were you playing with yourself in here?”

She props herself up on her elbows and blows a hair out of her face. “Maybe.”

“Fuck.” I drag my tongue through her slit. “Were you thinking about me?”

“Maybe,” she repeats.

I suction my lips around her clit and pull gently causing her breathing to change. “Maybe, huh?” I pull back and blow on her and a shiver wracks her gorgeous body.

“Rowan, I’m already so wet and we don’t have time for teasing. Please just fuck me,” she begs.

I push my sweatpants and briefs down, freeing my dick, while also hating the fact that I’m not making her come on my tongue first. I don’t waste a second before driving my dick inside of her and she must not have been expecting it or she forgot how I felt from the one time we’ve done this because she lets out a yelp in surprise. I press my hand over her mouth and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet or do I need to keep my hand over your mouth?”

She raises an eyebrow before reaching up to put a hand over mine, telling me she wants it there. I thrust slowly trying not to make any noise at all when I notice her discarded underwear next to us. Using my other hand, I grab them and slide them into her hand and she looks at me curiously, not understanding what I want.

I lean down and whisper low in her ear, “Give them to me. I’ll taste your cunt however I can get it.”

Her eyes are wide when I pull back, but they flutter shut momentarily after I push inside the deepest I’ve gone tonight. She reaches up, pushing her panties into my mouth and holding her palm over my mouth to keep them there. I begin moving faster, my orgasm building from her wet underwear in my mouth and the mere fact that I am fucking her on the floor of her bedroom at two in the morning because I couldn’t wait another day without being inside of her.

I put a hand down by her head, to rest most of my weight on that, as I begin fucking her harder and I can feel her moan behind my hand. She tightens her hand over my mouth and I feel her clenching around me. I nod at her, doing my best to coax the orgasm out of her without words. Her other hand reaches up and grabs the back of my head, stroking it gently before her eyes slam shut and she clamps down hard on me.

Fuck yes, give it to me.

Her eyes are closed as she thrusts upwards to meet me, sucking my dick deeper inside her slick pussy with every stroke. Pleasure shoots through my veins and I feel myself nearing the edge…and in that final second, it hits me that we haven’t talked about whether she’s on birth control and I only have a moment to make a decision. I pull out of her at the very last second, removing my hand from her mouth to grab my dick and shoot it all over her stomach and luscious tits.

She gasps, her eyes wide while she pulls her hand away from my mouth and the silky fabric as well. We are both trying to slow our breathing but I manage to stutter out, “Baby, I’m so sorry…didn’t know if you were on anything, and…”

“That was so hot,” she whispers. “I…I’ve never come that hard.” I resist the urge to preen at that because I fucking love that I’m responsible for so many of her firsts. She looks down at her body that’s covered in my orgasm. “I’m on birth control…” she tells me. “Helps with my cramps.” She drags two fingers through the mess I made on her and I watch in fascination as she drags those fingers through her pussy, rubbing my cum on her clit.

“Oh, fuck.”

She leans up, pushing me onto my back, and straddles me. I’m still wearing a shirt so she leans down and does a halfway job of cleaning herself up using the bottom of my t-shirt. “Can you get hard again?” she asks me.

“With some help, yeah.” I smirk at her and she gets off of me to kneel between my legs.

She wastes no time dragging her tongue up my softened shaft and I can already feel it perking up at the feel of her warm mouth. She swirls her tongue around the tip, her eyes trained on mine as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks me harder. “Fuuuuuck.” The word comes out with a gust of air because this is undoubtedly the best head I’ve ever gotten. She laps at the head as soon as pre-cum forms and lets out a quiet moan like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. She pushes herself slowly down my entire length until her lips hit my pubic bone and when she gets there she swallows, sucking me as far back as possible and I swear I lose my fucking mind.

“Ellie…baby…wait…pull back…fuck…gonna come,” I sputter as I pull on her hair gently, trying to get her off my dick but she shakes her head, sucking me harder. “You want it in your mouth?” I close my eyes as the feeling is already pulling me under. “Not your pussy?”

“Next time,” I vaguely hear her whisper, but my climax is thundering through me. My hand tangles in her hair and I’m vaguely aware that I’m holding her head down after I thrusted upward as ropes of cum shoot out of my dick into the hottest mouth it’s ever been inside.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I let go of her hair and rub her cheek gently, praying I didn’t hurt her. “Shit.” My eyes fly open and I look down to see her grinning at me, her brown eyes glazed and gorgeous. “Was that okay?”

“I loved that. Are you kidding? It was so hot…it was like you were using me to get off.”

I narrow my eyes in shock because how is this the same woman that told me last week, she’d never dry-humped anyone or had her pussy licked. “You’ve come a long way in a week, sunshine.”

“I never said I didn’t like sex. I very much enjoy having an orgasm.” She smirks as she leans down and rests her body on top of mine. “I just hadn’t found the right man to do it with.”

The fact that she finds me right for her in any sense makes me want to beat my chest with pride despite how complicated our situation is.

I reach up and move some hair from her face. “Wednesday,” I blurt out.

“Wednesday?” she questions, clearly confused by the lack of context.

“I’ll say I’m working late.” I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “I know it’s the day you have to go to campus. Have dinner with me after you leave. River can come hang out with the kids after his practice. I need more uninterrupted time alone with you. Time where we can talk louder than this,” I tell her.

“Okay…” She nods and I’m happy that it didn’t take much convincing. “As long as Isla is feeling one hundred percent better,” she tells me and I’m pretty sure at that moment, I fall in love with my nanny.

I wake up the next morning feeling lighter than I’ve felt in months. I guess that happens after having two back to back intense orgasms with someone after a year hiatus.

But the larger part of me knows it’s because I felt something shift last night. I turn on my side, blindly reaching for my phone and I’m surprised to see what time it is. It’s nearing almost nine and I can’t remember the last time I slept this late on a weekday. I had already let my office know I’d be working from home today, so no one is looking for me past the standard morning emails. I hear shuffling coming from the kitchen followed by two voices and I realize Isla must have stayed home again.

I quickly brush my teeth and use the bathroom before I make my way out to see Isla sitting at the table eating pancakes. She’s wearing her favorite yellow sunglasses and watching something on her iPad which is something I don’t usually allow at breakfast, but when I see Ellie pouring more batter into the pan, I assume she allowed this.

“You don’t look very sick,” I tell Isla, tilting my head to the side before looking at Ellie.

“It’s just a precaution!” Ellie says. “She was still coughing a little this morning and I just wanted to be safe.”

“Sunglasses at the table, miss.” I give Isla a look because she knows better and she pulls them off her face with an innocent smile.

“Hi, Daddy!”

I sit down next to her and put my hand over her forehead and on her cheek. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“Okay,” she says before taking a bite of her pancakes, still completely engrossed in what she’s watching on her iPad.

“Did you take her with you to take SJ to school?” I ask Ellie and she gives me a dry look.

“I would have woken you if I was leaving her here, but since she’s feeling better, I wanted to give her a little fresh air. We even went on a short walk, right?” She looks at her and Isla nods.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, munchkin.” I press a kiss to her head before moving across the kitchen toward Ellie.

“Pancakes?” She points at them. “I thought you might be hungry,” she says softly with a tiny lift of her eyebrow and I can’t stop the smile from pulling at my lips.

For you, I mouth at her before I make an obvious show of trailing my eyes down her body. “When she takes a nap,” I whisper so Isla doesn’t hear me as I make my way around the island. When I walk by her, I slide my hand across her ass, gripping it before landing a light smack on it and she giggles.

It’s almost one in the afternoon when Ellie appears in my doorway. “Hey,” she says and just that one word makes my dick hard. “Isla’s asleep,” she tells me with a sexy gleam in her eye. “I was going to take a shower.” She bites down on her bottom lip. “Want to join me?”