Falling for Mr Wrong

by Joanne Dannon

  Her hands moved up around his neck before she pressed her soft body against his and she started to move up and down his shaft. Up and down. The air was filled with their groans indulging each other, pleasuring each other. Her lips trailed along the rim of his ear before trailing down along his shoulder. Her teeth gave him a little bite into the muscle and his heartbeat started to gallop.

  Their pace quickening, his eyes closed and he leaned back with the unbelievable feel of her riding him. He secured her to him with a firm hold of her hips. Her eyes were clamped shut and he almost came on the spot as he noticed her hands coming up to cup and massage her breasts. He was about to lose it. Watching her pleasuring herself almost had him come undone. His erection grew even harder.

  Her breath hitched, they increased the tempo and he took time to watch the tightening of the muscles around her neck. Her hands moved to his shoulders as her body leant back, changing the position slightly. Her feet came up to rest near his hips and then she was sliding back and forth along his length. Watching her pleasure herself against him had him hardening to granite. She bit her lip and he knew she was close to completion.

  In a move so quick, she did not have time to react, her lifted her off him and lay her on the couch so she was under him.

  “Lift your hips babe,” he said.

  Within seconds, he was back where he wanted to be, buried in her. Her breath hitched a notch and he moved back and forth.

  Blood pumped through him and they moved together in a perfect sync. The pleasure was too intense and his heart thumped so hard, he expected she could hear it.

  “Faster. Harder. More.” She panted.

  Their breathing became more erratic and the pace sped up.

  “Nate, Nate,” she cried.

  His hands clutched her bottom, never wanting to let go. Their pace quickened and Nate could barely get enough air in his lungs.

  Unsatisfied need pounded through his veins. The pleasure was too intense. He needed a release. And just when he thought he could not hold on any longer, he felt her inner muscles tighten and clench him.

  It only intensified the pleasure and his body tightened.

  She screamed out his name as an orgasm ripped through her.

  The smug satisfaction of seeing her come did not last long before a climax, so powerful, built up inside of his belly and tore through him. He thrust hard like a madman, losing his control and when the blessed end came, he blanked out.

  Something was tickling her nose. Tilly’s eyes opened a fraction willing the annoyance to go away. Her face was buried in a chest. Not one made of wood but a masculine one with sinewy muscle and a sprinkling of crisp dark hair.

  Snuggling closer, her mouth came in contact with a large nipple. Her tongue licked it before she fastened her mouth on it, gently suckling.

  “Good morning,” Nate drawled from beneath sexy heavy lidded eyes. He gave her a lazy, satisfied smile. With his hair mussed and sultry, staggering dark eyes looking at her, her pulse skittered.

  A quick glance at the illuminated figures on the bedside clock confirmed it was early, very early.

  “Good morning,” she whispered before flicking her tongue across the male disc. She could not get enough of him. Her lower, inner muscles may be a little sore but she itched to touch him again and again. First lust and now wanton. New feelings zipped through her veins and she liked the new Tilly. Who knew sex could be so satisfying? She had never had an orgasm and now, she experienced a number of them, all in one night.

  His fingers trailed along her arm, then down her hip and thigh. She shivered, his expert fingers knew exactly what to do.

  “Last night was amazing,” she confessed, inching towards him. It had been the most incredible night of her life and she loved every intense and pleasurable moment.

  “It was amazing,” he whispered into her ear. “Baby, you’re amazing.”

  Her skin warmed and she remembered exactly how unbelievable they had been the previous night. With a determination that surprised her, she had let go of her inhibitions and tried different ways to make love. Having been raised to wait till she was married to have sex as well as growing up in a small town, there had not been much of an opportunity to date or have boyfriends. Unfortunately, gossip in the small community she lived in had been rife. Staying overnight at Travis’ could not be kept a secret and she did not need her parents to deal with the congregation’s scandalous chit-chat about their daughter.

  Unfortunately, sex with Travis had been unsatisfying and quick.

  She had reassured herself their lovemaking had been fulfilling, especially since she had not had a swag of boyfriends to compare him with. And it was not like she could talk to her mother about it. Heaven forbid. With her close friends away, studying or travelling, she did not have a confidante. She swallowed hard, not wanting to think about her loser-ex but unable to compare how different the two men were. Nate had taken pleasuring to a whole new level and he worshipped her body. Travis never had. Was it any wonder she craved more with Nate?

  He leaned over, pulling her towards him. “You are the sexiest woman I know.”

  “Oh.” A flush sped up her neck to her cheeks. Looking down, her eyes widened at the tenting in the sheet. “You’re ready, again?”

  His grin widened. “Babe, all men wake up with an erection.”

  “Oh.”

  “But just so you know, this is what you do to me.” He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

  When had a man made her feel so complete? Never. She trusted Nate with a desire that came from her heart. What they shared was special. They had connected in a way that had her wanting to tell him everything about Sebastian. And she would, but later. For now, she wanted to lose herself in the pleasure of being with a man whose sexy smile could melt chocolate and had her thighs quivering for more.

  She wanted to be in charge, to take control. Not because she was being told to, but because she craved it.

  Her hand tentatively moved down the hard definition of his abdomen loving the feel of the ridges on his belly. He shuddered. She lowered her hand till she came into contact with his thick length. Hard and strong. Stroking the steel shaft with a firm hand, she watched Nate’s head fall onto the pillow and he groaned her name. Her lips sucked a flat disc till the nipple was a tight bud before she leaned over and did the same to other. All the while, her hand continued to touch him.

  He mumbled her name when his hand reached to touch her breast and she swatted his hand away. Moving up, so she was on all fours over him, she lowered a breast towards his lips. God those lips certainly knew how to pleasure her.

  “Lick me,” she commanded.

  His eyes opened wide as he looked at her. “You want to be in charge?”

  She nodded unable to trust her voice and praying he would not laugh at her.

  “I’m all yours,” he raised his arms above his head before sucking her nipple, massaging it with his tongue.

  She moved the other breast to his mouth, lust pumping through her veins. She continued to stroke him and he grew harder in her hand. Applying more pressure, she was rewarded with some curse words, muffled under his breath.

  Her heart performed a rat-a-tat-tat against her ribs. “Is that okay?”

  “Do you hear me complaining?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

  Moving down, she kissed his belly while her hand continued to massage him.

  “Oh my God.” His breathing grew more erratic and his words were a little garbled.

  Her mouth twitched. “I want to taste you.” She replaced her hand with her mouth and started slow. Her tongue circled the head of his shaft as her fingers touched him intimately.

  “Oh baby,” he cried.

  Loving the satiny feel and the taste of him, she explored different ways to pleasure him with her tongue, lips and teeth.

  “Tilly, you’re killing me,” he panted.

  Opening her mouth, she took his full length before she sucked hard, her hand cupping him, massaging hi
m with tender fingers.

  A string of expletives shot out of his mouth and his hands held her head in place. She sucked harder till he wrenched her off.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “I’m gonna burst.” He reached to the nightstand, ripped a foil packet and was sheathed in seconds flat. “I need you. Now.” He kissed her hard on her mouth that left her knowing he was as hot for her as she was for him.

  Lying on his back, he tugged her close. “I want you on top. I want to watch. I want to watch you come.”

  A shudder of need ripped through and she slid down his rock hard erection, groaning with him filling her to completion.

  Joined together in the closest of intimacies, he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking across the sensitive area of her nipples.

  “I want to watch you touch yourself again,” he said, his voice husky and full of need.

  “Again?” her breath caught in her throat. When did I do that?

  “Touch yourself like you did last night. I loved watching you.”

  “I don’t remember doing it.” She would have been embarrassed, except she was making love to a man who was begging for more. They had made love in ways she only fantasised about. This was just another fantasy that she was willing to indulge in. He thrust her hips up and she groaned at the hard length of him.

  “I want you to cup your breasts.” His voice was hoarse and ragged.

  “Like this?” She cradled each breast, her thumbs stroked the tight buds of her nipples.

  “Oh my God. I’m gonna come just watching you.” He gripped her hips as he ground into her.

  Hips rocking. Harsh breathing. Desire zipped through her veins and pleasure swirled in her belly.

  One of Nate’s hands moved to where they connected and touched her intimately. She cried his name, begging for completion as her entire body filled with pure bliss.

  She rode him hard, back and forth.

  Sweat slicked across her skin. Her breathing grew harsh as damp hair clung to her brow. A bolt of pleasure ripped through her belly and her temperature skyrocketed.

  Her skin sizzled and she cried for more.

  His fingers clung to her hips, gripping hard as silver stars danced before her eyes and her muscles gripped him. Wave upon wave of delicious rapture assaulted her as she hurtled over the edge before falling in a listless heap on his hard chest.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Tilly was awake, wide awake. Instead of tiring her, her orgasms had woken her as effectively as a dozen espressos. Instead of curling next to the handsome man sleeping next to her, she wanted to shout for joy!

  It had been an extraordinary night where she had enjoyed the most incredibly intense and intimate experiences with a man. It may be a cliché, but it was a life changing moment, for not only had it been fantastic, but she had discovered a bit about herself.

  All thanks to Nate, who encouraged her to enjoy love-making and also take on a more assertive role. Her mind flicked back, like a movie, of scenes from the night and her mouth stretch into a wide grin. It had been fantastic. She was falling for Nate, hard. It was not just the incredible lovemaking but the way he listened to her, supported her, stood up for her.

  She decided that when he woke, she would come clean about her Galilee plan and she hope that he would support her. What was the use of returning to London? Sebastian was too influential and who would believe the Naughty Nanny over him? With his smooth voice and deceptive, easy-going nature, Sebastian had spun lies which the media circus had gobbled up.

  Turning to watch Nate sleep, she took in his chiselled cheekbones and square cut chin. His chest rose steadily up and down. He really was the most gorgeous man she had ever met and last night, he had been hers. Hers, many times.

  Sometime after taking charge and worshipping his body in the early hours of the morning, she confessed to Nate and poured out everything else about Sebastian. She even told him the difficulties of Tori’s chemo on the family and the humiliation of Sebastian turning to her for ‘comfort’. Night after night, Sebastian tried to seduce her until he gave up and had almost taken her by force. “I would have screamed the house down but the kids were in the room next to mine.”

  “Did you kick him in the groin?”

  “I tried but he was too strong for me.” She bit her lip at the humiliation of having her employer force himself on her. “His wife is undergoing chemo and he’s more interested in getting laid.”

  Nate spat out some choice words of Sebastian’s parentage. “What did you do?”

  She paused, reluctant to tell. Not because of Nate, but because of her upbringing. What she did was wrong, but she had to do it for insurance, to protect herself. Taking a steadying breath, she admitted, “I threatened him. Sebastian screwed around, literally. I don’t just mean inappropriate messages on his mobile phone.” She bit her lip. “I shouldn’t have done it but I took pictures of his messages. If he hadn’t kept after me, I wouldn’t have done it. Was it any wonder he was quite happy for the media to come after me?”

  “I should’ve told them about his latest conquest.” She mentioned a name and Nate’s eyes widened to the size of basketballs.

  “Serious? They’re shagging?” He shook his head, quite unable to believe everything she told him.

  “Would a picture of her in lingerie convince you?”

  “He just left his phone and you saw them?” he asked with indecision in his voice.

  “He has two mobile phones. Sometimes, he would inadvertently leave one on the table. He’d often walk into another room so I couldn’t hear him talk. Messages pop up on the screen and you can read them even with the lock on. I took pics of some of them.” Her heart trembled. “I only did this to protect myself when he started trying to get into my undies.” She made a gagging noise, pretending to stick her finger down her throat. “I hate him.”

  Nate brought her to his chest and kissed her softly on the lips. “No wonder you didn’t want to lose your phone.”

  “I’ve saved the pics on a server but the originals are on my phone.”

  His fingers ran up and down her arm. “Did you tell anyone? His wife?”

  “Gosh no.” She shook her head. “She’d finished her chemo but the last thing she needed to know her husband was a cheating, lying bastard.”

  She leaned into his lean, hard body, drawing strength from his comfort.

  His nose nuzzled her neck. “What about the photos, the ones in the papers?”

  “That happened before he tried to force himself on me. It was part of his ‘seduction’ technique. We’d taken the kids to the park and while they were playing, he spoke about Tori. I thought he was upset as there were tears in his eyes. He’s a good actor because those tears were fake. He used words and tears to try to lure me into his bed. When the pics were snapped, I was trying to comfort him. From the angle they were taken, it looks very different to what actually happened.”

  He pulled her closer, gently cradling her face in his hands and looking directly at her. “You did nothing wrong.”

  She blinked back tears. “He turned everyone against me. Was it any wonder that Tori thought I was the one at fault? He made out that I was a lunatic, desperate to sleep with him. I’ll never forget his smug smile. And then he announced to the press about my supposed wild ways. And he did this convincingly, while playing the part of the loving husband who had been wronged by an Australian tourist with stars in her eyes.”

  “Bastard,” he muttered before pressing kisses to her hairline.

  “Thanks for believing in me,” her voice croaked, thankful Nate was on her side.

  Unable to sleep, Tilly rose from bed and took one last lingering look at her lover before shrugging on a robe. In the kitchen, she switched on the kettle, unable to decide whether to have a coffee and start the day or have warm milk and return to bed. Deciding to use her time productively and clean out her emails, she took Nate’s mobile phone from the charger. Darn it, a code. She tried several combinations until she
was locked out. If only she had her own.

  In the still of the early morning, she heard a muffled noise. Looking around, she could not work out where it was coming from. It sounded like a phone vibrating. Checking under cushions, her bag, the cupboards, she came up empty handed. She pressed her lips together when it sounded again. Lifting Nate’s backpack, she could feel the vibrations. Did he also have a second phone?

  It seemed inappropriate to search through his things. Perhaps, there was an emergency? A need to know had her reaching into the bag. She looked up, expecting Nate to saunter in and question what she was doing. Sucking in a sharp breath, she closed her eyes, shoved her hand in the bag and felt around. A minute later, she withdrew a purple mobile phone. Purple was not Nate’s colour of choice. But hers was. The phone belonged to her.

  Her forehead creased and a million questions pounded her brain. Why was her mobile in his bag? Why didn’t he tell her he had it? Why had he implied that she left it behind at her aunt’s? Her lungs burned and anxiety threaded its way through her veins. Could it be? She shook her head, unwilling to entertain the possibility that he did not want her to have it.

  No, there had to be a good reason. He found it and meant to give it to her? But why hadn’t he said so? Because they had been too busy in bed? But he knew she was desperate to find her phone and the whole time it was in his bag. There had to be an explanation. She would ask him later.

  Her heart thumped against her ribs as she looked at the screen, dozens of missed calls and messages from her family. She almost forgot to breathe after typing the security code and reading them. Scroll, scroll. There were numerous messages which all said the same thing. Nate had written a story about her, their engagement and a tell-all of Naughty Nanny’s exploits.

  Minutes later after reading the blog post, she ran to the bathroom and emptied her stomach into the toilet. Crying, she sank to the floor, unable to believe how she had been made a fool of, again. She had been sucked in by a gorgeous smile, defined muscles and a sexy British accent.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid.