I hated anyone else calling me Calliope, but him…he did this thing where my name rolled off his tongue like liquid. He knew it drove me crazy, and at that moment, I was happy for the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, since I would have to change them immediately.
“I…um…was just…feeling…oh God, that feels good…um…a little…exposed,” I struggled to respond.
“Exposed, huh?” he said, pulling away from my neck to look at me. “I happen to like you exposed.”
His hands ran from my waist down, settling on my ass and palming it firmly. He began slowly rocking our bodies while shifting his stance, moving back slightly before pushing his leg between my legs, separating them. I felt him hard, against my upper thigh, through the thin fabric of his khaki pants, and I had to bite down on my lower lip to stifle a whimper. I never, ever stopped wanting him.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
His hand gripped the front of my towel and playfully tugged at it. “Trying to expose you, of course.”
He brought his mouth to mine, and our lips connected and worked together naturally. Not wanting to get too worked up, I started to pull back just as he trailed his tongue along my bottom lip.
“Look at you putting on all the moves,” I giggled as his mouth returned to my neck.
He smiled against my neck before his tongue darted out to flick and suck on my earlobe. “Think I’ll get lucky?”
“We can’t…Delilah…”
“Is sleeping for at least another half hour and your door is locked.”
I lowered my hand to the top of his pants, unbuttoning with one hand as I placed the other over his, which was tugging at the top of my towel. I observed his massive bulge and worked quickly until the button and zipper were undone; I loosened the pants and slipped my hand down the inside of his boxers, my fingers meeting his immense erection. My hand moved down his smooth length, and my fingertips stopped to circle the tip. His eyes closed as he pushed himself into my hand further; a low groan fell from his lips.
“Are you sure the door is locked?” I asked.
He nodded.
I used my free hand to push his pants down over his hips, and he lowered them the rest of the way himself. I momentarily removed my grip on him and took a couple of steps back where he could have a full view of me. As I lifted my hands to unwrap my towel, his eyes followed, watching as I removed what covered me and let it drop to the floor.
“Perfect,” he said, closing the distance between us.
Heat warmed my cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from delight. It wasn’t only from his words alone, or the way he looked so deeply into my eyes, but from his entire self. There was such conviction in his voice and in his actions that I had no choice but to believe him. He made me feel beautiful and that alone allowed me to adore him more than any man I’d ever known.
With my eyes still on his, I sunk to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. He groaned deeply and began moving his hips back and forth, as I aggressively, yet gingerly, licked and sucked him. I wanted him to feel good…to feel pleasure…from no one else but me. His hands intertwined in my hair and helped to guide me to the rhythm of his choice, and I followed his cue, wanting to give him all that he desired. I wanted to…I would…give him anything he wanted.
He came in my mouth, powerfully and warm. Once his movements halted, I finished him off, leaving him fully satiated. So much so, that when I sent him out the front door twenty minutes later, he was grinning like a virgin after his first lay.
Once Delilah got up, we had breakfast together, and she watched cartoons while I cleaned up a bit. It was a hot August day, so I dragged the little, turtle-shaped kiddie pool out and brought it onto the balcony. After I had filled it with water, I let the Chicago sun heat it up, and after a bit, brought Delilah out to play in the pool. She splashed around while I lay on a long lawn chair, soaking up the sun and relaxing. The new semester was starting in a couple weeks, and splitting my time between Delilah, school, my friends, and Aaron was going to be difficult once again.
I was lost in thoughts and sunshine when my cell phone began ringing on the small table next to me. I picked it up and saw DUMBASS on the caller ID, alerting that it was Abel calling. I briefly thought about answering it, but I never liked to talk to him when Delilah was close by so I let it go to voice mail. Little ears pick up the smallest things, and the last thing I needed was for her to blurt out something to Aaron she had heard when I was on the phone with Abel.
It didn’t strike me as unusual, at the time, that Abel was calling me since we talked off and on. He was still my go-to guy for all purposes related to Aaron. He talked me through a few freak-out moments, keeping me calm and explaining the best way to handle the situation.
It wasn’t malicious in intent, nor were we trying to hurt Aaron. It was very much the opposite. Abel understood him, his past and his struggles, in a very private way. I wasn’t at a place to know those things he kept hidden from me. Logically, I knew it was wrong, but the peace of mind it gave me canceled out the wrong I felt.
Soon after, I got Delilah out of the pool, and once we changed, we headed down the street to Manny’s for Italian ice. Even though it was a hot day, the wind off the lake gave a brief reprieve from the heat, so once I got an Italian ice for myself and for Delilah, we sat outside. She busied herself with a color book while I took the time to text Abel back instead of calling.
Me: What’s up?
Abel: Hey. Need to give you a heads-up. Mom and Dad know about you and Aaron. I guess someone they know saw you guys out playing video games or something and asked about his new girlfriend. I dunno how they know it was you, but they do.
Shit. Okay. So we were hesitant to tell them because of the negative connotation associated with a nanny and boss relationship. It never came across well, even if both parties were single.
Me: Does Aaron know this yet?
Abel: Yeah. Dad told me they talked. Are you freaking out?
Not exactly.
But I wasn’t exactly not, either.
Me: I don’t know, but thanks for telling me.
I didn’t know if I should reach out to Aaron now or wait for him to come to me. I quickly realized then that I would have to admit to Abel telling me first and I wasn’t sure how well that would go over.
Land mines were all over at this point, and one misstep would blow everything up in my face. Things were already complicated. I fought every day to find the balance between being Aaron’s girlfriend, his lover, and the nanny, but still try to not intrude since I’m not actually part of the family…even though it sometimes felt like I was. When we were alone, things were near perfect with us. It was outside of the bedroom, away from when we were just us that my anxiety crept in about being enough for him.
I’d wait for him to come to me.
We finished our Italian ice and I occupied myself the best I could back home with getting Delilah set up with a viewing of Finding Nemo, all the while waiting for a phone call. I looked at the time compulsively, telling myself that I would hear from him soon, but as the sky began to darken and still no call, my nerves began to take a front seat to being rational.
I got Delilah to bed and proceeded to aimlessly walk around the house, unable to stay still for more than a moment or two. There were some dirty dishes left over from the day, so in order to continue to keep my mind busy, I slipped on my yellow kitchen gloves and got to washing. I could have loaded them in the dishwasher, but I needed to do something, anything, besides pacing.
“Callie?”
I spun around, and there he was, worry written across his face.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” he said, tossing his keys on the counter. He stared at them, avoiding looking at me. “How are you?”
“All right,” I said softly.
“You don’t have to pretend not to know. Abel told me he talked to you,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to pretend, or I do
n’t know, maybe I was, but I wanted you to discuss it when you were ready.”
He waved his hand around. “It doesn’t matter. My parents know. They have concerns, but I’m sure once they see us together, they’ll get over it.”
I shrugged my shoulders, unable to find words, but eventually nodding.
“Callie,” he began, taking a deep breath in. “We’ve been living in this…fucking fantasy world for too long. The tiptoeing around and pretending we’d be invisible. I should have stopped all this sneaking around, all the lying to my family and daughter, a long time ago. It would’ve never been as salacious as it’s been perceived, or reason for concern on their part, if we were honest from the start.”
He walked toward me, watching me intently. “Of course, the right thing to do is for us to quit giving a shit what other people think, and be together, completely together, in and out of this house.”
I stared at him. “What?”
He walked closer, a slow, steady smile coming across his face with each step he took. Once he reached me, he took one of my hands in his and pulled me close to him. Desperate to feel him close, I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest.
“Did you think I was going to let this ruin us? That I’d give a shit what my parents, or anyone for that matter, thought about us?” he whispered.
“I don’t know what I thought.”
His hand was smoothing my hair before his fingertips drifted downward and stopped under my chin. He gently lifted my chin from his chest so I could look at him. Once I did, he took my face in both his hands. “Don’t you know how crazy I am about you? Shit. I can’t even see straight at times because I’m so crazy about you.”
I nodded. “Me, too,” I sniffled. “But if you want out or if this is too much for you. If I’m not—”
“You still don’t get it do you?” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I’m falling in love with you.”
My heart skipped a beat. Literally. “You are?”
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.” He lifted his head to look me in the eyes. “I just needed to tell you. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way or are not ready to say it, too.”
His hands were still cupping my face, his thumbs rubbing against my cheeks.
“No, it…isn’t that,” I said.
“What is it then?”
I put my hands on his, which still caressed my face. “I feel the same,” I said.
“You do?” he responded, his eyes opening large and a smile forming.
“Oh God. I’ve wanted to tell you, too, for so long, but I didn’t want to fuck up what was happening, and you’re just so amazing, and I want to be with you. I know I’ve never felt this way about someone, and you’re just so incredible; you make me feel so good and you’re so…everything…for me and thank you for feeling the same way,” I blurted out.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. We hugged as my hands gripped his shirt to bring him as close to me as possible.
“Oh, shit,” I said, looking at his shirt when I pulled away. “I got you all wrinkled.”
“No,” he said. “It’s perfect. Everything is perfect.”
Our lips met; he kissed me gently, slowly, and for the first time, I knew everything I felt behind that kiss was real.
I didn’t have doubt or wonder any longer. He was mine.
I was his.
We pulled away, reluctantly, but our faces stayed close, our foreheads touching. He wiped and kissed away the remainder of my tears as I allowed my mind and my heart to soak up the moment.
He was all that I needed, and I was going to be everything he wanted.
Chapter Twenty
AARON—
That night I took her by the hand and walked her upstairs to my bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind us, I took in her face, full of the same want for me I’d come to recognize, but there was something more there now. I’d seen the burning desire in her eyes, the light flush of her cheeks before, but her expression meant something new to me. I never fully identified it in her before, but now it was crystal clear.
I took her face in my hands and brought it close to mine. “It’s you and me. No more secrets, no more hiding, just us.”
I kissed her softly, so very slowly. Her scent and breath was all mine now, and at that moment, I couldn’t tear myself away. I’d been void of all things connected with loving another person until the moment I met her and resurrected feelings I’d buried long ago.
Her hands moved across my face, her fingertips burning a path across my skin as we continued to kiss. I gripped her around the waist while my mouth parted to ease my tongue in and find hers. Her body relaxed beneath my grip, and she whimpered against my mouth as our kisses deepened.
Walls were crumbling down, and from behind them, a flood of powerful emotions came crashing down over us. I wanted to hold her closer and tighter as we sunk deeper and deeper. The sexual desire we always had was being mixed and connected with the feelings we had professed, pushing everything we were experiencing into such perfection I wanted to fucking drown in it. Our bodies, our kisses, couldn’t get me close enough to all I wanted her to know.
She broke our kiss only long enough to whisper, “Make love to me.”
I bent down and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She brought her lips to the crook of my neck, running her nose and mouth along my skin as I walked her to the bed. I laid her down in the middle of the bed, and she watched as I stood, removing my shirt and tossing it to the floor. After I crawled across the bed and between her legs, I anchored myself above her, staring into her pleading eyes.
I lowered myself down as a chill ran through me. I teased her lips, grazing mine against them lazily. “So beautiful,” I murmured.
She lifted her head off the bed, bringing our lips together, and connecting us once again. My fingers moved rapidly down the buttons of her shirt, and once completed, she hurried her arms free, removing the shirt completely. Her arms wrapped around me, and the heat of our skin pressed together made my already prominent erection throb.
Any time before, I would’ve torn her remaining clothes off and ravaged her until we both were exhausted, but tonight was different. I wanted to take her slowly, loving on every inch of her body because now, well, I fucking could. I could revel with every touch, every kiss, and have no fear of my true feelings for her being known. It was all different now. I wanted her to know.
My head dipped down, my lips tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone and down the center of her chest. I slipped my fingers under the straps of her bra and eased them down her arms, her breasts spilling from the cups. My tongue dragged across the warm skin of her breast until I reached the peak of her nipple, which I took into my mouth. As I lightly dragged my teeth over the sensitive area, her hands tugged at the top of my pants.
“I want you so bad,” she pleaded.
I trailed a path of kisses from her breast back up to the side of her neck where I stopped to taste and suck at her skin there. Bringing a hand between our bodies, I fumbled with the button of her jeans before releasing it and pushing the zipper down.
“And you will have me…all of me. I want to taste you…feel you…everywhere first,” I whispered in her ear.
And that is what I did.
I lingered over her upper body, heated kisses across her skin, her hands gripping and fingertips digging into my back as I did. The remaining articles of clothing separating us were removed, piece by piece, until our naked bodies were grinding together, begging for more. I pushed myself up, my hard dick positioned up against her.
When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I slid my cock into her, slowly as her warmth enveloped me. I held still, reaching to intertwine our hands, before I started moving inside her.
Her eyes were closed as I brought myself deeper with each thrust. I leaned my head against her forehead. “Look at me,” I said.
Our leisurely lovemaking chan
ged when her green, lust-filled eyes met mine. The longer she held my stare, the more I couldn’t control how hard I fucked her.
Our bodies damp from excitement and movement continued to work in unison until I was orgasming into her with an intense rush. She cried out into my neck as her own release ripped through her. She pulsed around my cock, urging me to continue to come harder and harder until we were both completely satiated. I drifted off to sleep with her head lying in the middle of my chest.
When I woke the following morning, she was gone, just like she always was. I wasn’t under any impression that everything that happened the day before meant things would instantly change between us. We couldn’t wake up in the same bed, at least not yet, because I hadn’t decided how to explain this all to Delilah. She’d grown so attached to Callie, even asking me on several occasions when she could start calling Callie “Mommy.” She understood, as much as a five-year-old could, that Callie was there to help Daddy watch over her when he was gone, and while Callie loved her, that didn’t mean she would be her Mommy.
Things were different now. In a matter of hours, everything had changed.
I began to see a future with Callie, a future that included her being with us in a permanent way, which didn’t involve her being my employee. In this short amount of time, I wasn’t sure what all that meant, but I knew, from everything that happened the day before, I was willing to put almost everything I had been fearing on the line, to have her stay in my life. I’d been petrified of people finding out what we were doing, the whole “the boss banging the nanny,” cliché. I worried people would think I was a shitty father or what my family would think and how it would affect my career, but once it was out there, in black and white for the world to see, it all became glaringly obvious. I wasn’t afraid of people finding out and all the implications associated with that. I was afraid of Callie not feeling the same way about me.
As I left my room to go downstairs, I was more committed to my decision than ever. I wanted every part of the secret we had been keeping to be public.
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