by Lulu Pratt
I escort the chef to the door and thank him for his time before joining Jade back at the table.
“Everything smells so good,” I say. “I’m still full of ice cream, but I’ll find room for this somewhere.”
Jade smiles sheepishly as she picks up her fork. “If I would have known we were having dinner, I wouldn’t have suggested eating the ice cream first. I’m still so excited to try everything.”
We both dig in, but I pause before putting the fork to my mouth so I can see the expression on Jade’s face. She takes a big bite of the seared fish and closes her eyes.
“This tastes amazing. It’s flaky and buttery, with just enough spice,” she says before opening her eyes, fixing her gaze on me. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head and smile. “Nothing at all. I wanted to see the look on your face when you took that first bite.”
She drops her fork on the plate and laughs. “I do that too,” she says. “I love watching people eat my food.”
I laugh along despite how she misinterpreted my words. My staring has nothing to do with the food. I like watching her, seeing her happy. Somehow her happiness has superseded mine in my priority list.
During dinner, Jade fills me in on her dream of owning a restaurant one day, and I can’t help but be further amazed by this woman. Her ambition makes her even more attractive. How could I ever fear she could be a gold digger?
“What’s stopping you?” I ask. “You clearly have natural talent, Bradley even said so.”
Jade chews for a moment as if she’s searching for the right words. “Well, I didn’t think I’d like being a nanny so much, and right now I get the best of both worlds. I spend a lot of time with an amazing little boy, I get to cook using only the finest ingredients, and I live in this amazing neighborhood I’d never be able to afford on my own. Being a nanny is what affords me such a shift in lifestyles.”
I put down my fork and reach across the table for her hand. “In all seriousness, I really want you to know that no matter what you do, I’m behind you one-hundred percent.”
Her transparency is so refreshing. In my world, no one would ever express such vulnerable honesty. We all pretend to have everything in control, always wanting to appear stronger and better off than we truly are. For Jade, it’s the exact opposite. She’s humble and unashamed by her profession and the perks it affords her. Perks that I tend to take for granted, but those that she would never experience without the position with Magdalene.
“Thank you,” she says, giving my hand a tight squeeze. “That puts me at ease about something else that’s been on my mind.”
“What?” I ask. “Tell me about it.”
“Well,” she says, “I know I’m just a nanny and I’ve been wondering about your thoughts on how unequally matched we are in terms of position and finances.”
I drink a sip of water and lean back in my chair. “Well, first, you’re not just a nanny. You do so many things throughout the day. Saying you’re just a nanny is selling yourself short. Now that we have that out the way, I’ll be honest with you, the thought of our differences crossed my mind in the very beginning, but they’re certainly a non-factor to me now. And you’re right about us being unequally matched, because you’re so much better than me. Everything about you is a bonus that no amount of money can buy.”
“Thank you,” she whispers bashfully. “I really like spending time with you, Asher. You add a dash of excitement to my life, and it makes me feel good, hearing how appreciated I am.”
This woman is everything I could ever ask for and then some.
“Let’s clear off the table and get the kitchen cleaned up,” says Jade, reaching out for my plate.
“All right,” I say, rising to my feet. “I’ll load the dishwasher.”
Cleaning the kitchen goes by rather quickly, and I’m convinced Jade gets it cleaner than the lady who comes in three times a week. The chrome appliances practically sparkle under my overhead lights. We finally retire to the living room after everything is put back in its proper place. I don’t know about her, but I’m tired and full.
We kick off our shoes and get comfortable in each other’s arms, stretching out on the sofa. I figure now is as good as any to give Jade the other little gift I picked up for her the other day on my way home from the office. The tiny box has been in my pocket all evening, waiting for the perfect time to give it to her.
“Listen, I know you said I didn’t have to do extra stuff for you and buy you things, but I wanted to get something small as a token of how special you are to me.”
I dig into my pocket and hand the small light blue Tiffany and Co. box to Jade.
She opens the box and her mouth drops open for the second time this evening. “You really didn’t have to do this,” she says, looking at the sparkling diamond earrings.
“I know,” I say. “I wanted to. I couldn’t stop thinking of you the other day, and I wanted to get you something to let you know you were on my mind. Hopefully whenever you wear them, I’ll be on yours.”
Jade leans over and brings her lips to meet mine. “Thank you.”
She kisses me again and I press my lips harder into hers, deepening the kiss. My tongue doesn’t have to tap her lips for permission this time, she willingly invites me inside. Our tongues do their familiar dance as my hands explore her body.
Jade pulls back for a moment and puts the tiny box on the table. “Tonight you’ve given me one surprise after another. I’ve been waiting to give you a little surprise of my own.”
She moves back to me and instead of cuddling up next to me, she throws one leg over me and straddles my lap. My dick springs to life as I knew it would, pressing against the fabric separating us.
Jade leans down and flicks the tip of her tongue on my earlobe. “Jacob is with his grandmother and I can stay all night if you’ll have me.”
“If I’ll have you? Is that even a real question? There’s no ‘if’ involved. I’ll have you, and then some.”
Chapter 17
JADE
After revealing my reservations about our differences, I feel a weight off my shoulders. I can finally relax, and I’m definitely a lot more hopeful about what the future. Gaining that little piece of insight into how Asher feels about me gives a boost to my confidence. It’s just the that reassurance I needed.
“I’m so happy you decided to stay the night,” says Asher, planting several kisses on my neck.
“Me too,” I moan. “I’d stay every night if I could.”
Reaching down, I unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his waistband. His chest is smooth, and I run my fingers down the center of his body, past his sculpted abs to his belly button. His torso is well defined. I love how his muscles flex under my touch.
“My turn,” he says before pulling delicately pulling my shirt over my head. He runs his hands up and down my back as he kisses the exposed parts of my breasts.
Asher reaches for my bra strap and starts to unsnap it. “Let’s get rid of this,” he says.
He manages to unhook my bra with ease, the cold air makes my nipples taut instantly. The throb of Asher’s hardness pressing against me is a welcome distraction from the stinging I’m experiencing up top.
Asher moves his mouth to my breast and latches onto one nipple and then the other. I moan and cradle his head in my hands. The warmth of his mouth immediately followed by the sting of cold air sends shockwaves through my body as his tongue continues to move around my nipples in tiny wet circles.
Asher releases my breasts, wraps his arms under my ass before standing up.
“Let’s move this party to somewhere a little more comfortable,” he says.
I kiss him and run my fingers through his dark hair as he slowly carries me down the hall to his bedroom. He uses his foot to push the door open and heads for the bed in the center of the most decorated room I’ve seen in the condo. He turns to set me down first, but I have another idea in mind.
“No, Mr. Jordan, put me down and
lose the jeans. Then I want you to get on the bed,” I say.
He cocks his head to the side and gently lowers me to the floor.
I like it when he follows my directions.
I reach for his jeans and unbutton them before slowly pulling down his zipper. Asher silently watches me as I help him out of his jeans.
I run my hand over the large bulge in his boxers. “Looks like I have one more present to unwrap tonight.”
Pulling down his boxers, I try to hide the shock on my face. His boxer briefs were snug against his body and somewhat compressed his already large bulge. Now, with his boxers shoved to the floor, his dick stands tall as it’s finally free from its prison.
The room is dark but there’s enough light coming in from the full moon shining through the window. I shimmy out of my own jeans and panties and drop them to the floor. Asher reaches out to touch me, but I swat his hand away.
“It’s not your turn yet, Mr. Jordan,” I whisper.
He smiles and drops his hands by his sides. I watch his dick bob up and down with anticipation, ready and waiting for my next move. I push back him back onto the bed and instantly wrap my hands around Asher’s length, giving him a firm pull. He inhales sharply and holds his breath for a moment, taking in the coolness of my hand, his cock quickly warming my palms.
I try and fail to completely wrap my hands around the throbbing girth of him. Managing as best I can, I slowly stroke him up and down, twisting my hands in opposite directions. Asher moans and writhes around on the bed. I finally bring my mouth down over the mushroom tip of his member, working my tongue in waves.
He lets out a loud hiss as I work my way down his shaft, taking most of him into my mouth. Slowly, I work my way back up and twirl my tongue around the tip again.
Asher says something under his breath, but I’m too focused on the task at hand to hear exactly what he said.
Repositioning myself, I trace the large vein on his thickness with my tongue, enjoying every gasp, murmur and moan coming from his lips. Not wanting to drag out the moment for too long, I drop my mouth back to the tip of his dick and bob up and down his shaft. I suck, slurp and stroke him until the rhythm of his breathing changes. He grabs the back of my head and helps thrust in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck!”
Asher thrusts one last time and fills my mouth with his warm sweet cum. I keep sucking, wanting every drop before swallowing. I move up to hover over him and see that he’s breathing hard, his eyes clenched shut as a look of pain coats his face.
“Are you okay?” I ask concerned. Was I too rough?
“Yes, but I think you paralyzed me,” he chuckles softly, frozen still, as I collapse on top of him laughing too.
“That was amazing,” he whispers.
I kiss his neck as he wraps his arms around me. “You deserve it, especially after you had me so weak in the knees after our last date. I had to get you back. Are you ready for round two? Because I’m ready whenever you are.”
Asher laughs and gives me a tight squeeze. “I’m not quite ready for anything just yet. I need a few more minutes to recover. But I’m sure I can manage something special in the meantime. Lie on your stomach. I want you to relax.”
I slide off his hard body and wait patiently as we maneuver ourselves into a new position. He grabs something off the nightstand closest to the bed, and then I hear the pop of a top opening before I hear Asher rubbing his hands together. It must be oil.
His touch is warm from the start as he begins at my shoulders, gliding down my body with his strong hands. Every move feels so good and I’m not sure if he’s trying to set the mood or put me to sleep. All the tension in my body instantly leaves as Asher applies light pressure all over me. He works his way lower and lower and spends quite a bit of time deep massaging my ass. Asher then takes his time and kisses each cheek.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” he says. “Turn over.”
I obediently roll over, watching him get more oil to massage the front of my body. His hands slide down my breasts, leaving a glistening trail in their wake. He kisses me and I wrap my legs around him. His manhood rubs against my belly, and once I feel his warmth and stiffness, I can’t wait any longer. I reach down, grab his dick and stroke slowly up and down, feeling him grow longer and harder in my hands.
“I’m ready now,” he says before reaching over and retrieving a condom from the nightstand. The wrapper crackles for a moment and Asher slides his hand between my thighs. He gently guides himself to the opening of my body and slowly pushes forward.
It hurts a little, accepting his massive size as my body tries to reject the intrusion, but I force myself to relax, allowing my body to adjust to the size of him with a deep breath.
“That’s it, relax,” he coaches. “But tell me if I’m hurting you. I’ll stop whenever you say if the pain is too much.”
He takes his time, inching his way into my body as I warm up with each thrust. Each stroke goes deeper inside, leaving me breathless as my body melts into his.
I moan into the side of Asher’s neck and slowly bring my hips to meet his. Locking my legs around his body, I fight to eliminate any distance between us.
“Don’t stop,” I moan. “Keep going.”
Asher keeps pumping in and out of me as I dig my nails into his back. He reaches down and slides his arm under one of my legs, opening me up even wider before pounding deeper and deeper inside, hitting unreached depths of my sweet spot. I reach down and grab onto his hips to join his rhythm. We’re both thrusting so hard, I can’t tell if I’m fucking him or he’s fucking me. Either way, the orgasm slams into me like a brick wall and my whole body throbs. It’s not long before Asher erupts in a series of moans himself, shuddering against my body. We ride the wave together as our bodies both continue to rock until we’ve released every ounce of our pent-up energy.
Our chests rise and fall together as we breathe heavily. We stay like this for a few moments, not wanting to let go of the tight embrace.
“As much as I enjoy being balls deep inside of you, I think we need to go get cleaned up,” Asher finally says, slowly leaving my embrace.
“You first,” I say. “I’ll wait until you finish.”
We kiss before he leaves the room and I’m left in the darkness of the night, replaying each pleasurable moment of the evening. I wish there was a way for me to hit rewind on my favorite parts so I can relive the experience again and again.
After Asher finishes up in the bathroom I stumble my way out of the bed.
“Someone is a little weak in the knees again,” says Asher before kissing my neck softly.
I smile and regain my balance. “You take a lot out of me. I might need some assistance if we have another night like this one.”
Asher grabs his phone and pretends to dial someone. “Let me find you a wheelchair then, because we’re definitely going to have more nights like this.”
I roll my eyes with a smile, shaking my head before closing the bathroom door behind me. I make quick work of cleaning myself so I can hurry back to Asher. Exiting the bathroom, I see him in bed with the sheets pulled back.
“I have a spot ready and waiting just for you,” he says, patting the spot next to him.
I slide into the soft sheets and press myself against his body. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the back of my neck. I don’t know about him, but I’m completely exhausted. Sleep is calling my name and I can’t wait to answer.
“I never want to let you go,” he says after a few moments of silence.
I place my hands over his and snuggle down deeper into the sheets.
“Then don’t.”
Chapter 18
ASHER
Last night can only be described as a rollercoaster ride I never wanted to get off. No workout could ever compare to the natural endorphins pulsating through my body. I ended up drifting into the deepest and most peaceful sleep I’ve had in years.
Since I’m closest to the side of the room with the window,
the sun greets me first. I open my eyes and look over at Jade. She’s on her back, still sleeping peacefully, her long blonde strands splayed out in a halo around her gorgeous face. It seems cliché to say she looks angelic, but that’s all I can think of looking down at her resting.
I watch as she fidgets and breathes softly in her sleep. I wish this was the way I woke up every morning, with her by my side. This young woman with the fiery attitude came into my life and turned it upside down in the best way. She helps get me through the long days at work and helps take my mind off the everyday pressure I’m under on a regular basis. While I initially thought her reason for approaching me in the alley was nonsense, I’m now grateful she thought I could be such a creep. Otherwise, there’s no guarantee our paths would have crossed.
Our relationship is fulfilling even without the sex, but with the new addition our chemistry is off the charts. I can’t stop myself from leaning over and kissing her forehead.
Her eyes flutter for a moment before opening. Her gaze locks on me and a smile spreads across her face.
“Morning,” she says.
I push a loose strand of hair from her face and kiss her again, this time on the lips. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say. “You were just too beautiful to pass up.”
She shakes her head and stretches, raising her arms above her head. “It’s fine. I’m sure it’s time for me to get up and get a move on anyway. I’m not sure what time Magdalene and Jacob are returning home and I have some chores to do and a few errands to run first.”
“No,” I say, dropping my head back on the pillow. “You can’t leave. I’ll pay you twice what she’s paying you so you can be my nanny.”
Her body shakes with laughter and I watch her now bare breasts bounce freely.
“You are a character, you know that? I know you have work you are dying to get back to. Some contract that needs signing or some meeting that needs to be held.”
