Nanny with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  Fuck, I had it really bad for her.

  Chapter 6

  Karly

  The line in the doughnut store became shorter by the minute. Still, the early morning rush was maybe not the best time to come. Not on the way to work, anyway.

  “One of each,” I said, and the girl packed the six doughnuts that made up their supreme collection. I mentally licked my lips as I saw the whipped cream on a double chocolate. Yes, naughty but nice, as most things were in life.

  I glanced at the clock as I left the store. Being late wasn’t an option. I was proud that I’d never been late for work my entire life. My normal pair of high heels was now safely in its rightful place in my closet in the box the shoes had come in. A pair of flats was now ideal, both for speed and walking back and forth to do chores—and for rushing to get to work on time.

  Fifteen minutes to go and still three blocks. Like a bull in a china shop, I bowed my head and met the breeze blowing down the street. I was determined to meet my responsibility head-on. I barely made it in time to be early.

  With my handbag over one shoulder and the box of six delicious doughnuts hanging from my hand by the red crisscrossed string holding the box together, I trotted up the broad steps and flew up the elevator. As I hit the doorbell, Alexis yelled out.

  “Dada, Karly’s here.” Based on the few loud “yippees" thrown in for good measure, she was pleased to see me. If the broad grin on my face was any indication, I was delighted to see her too. Or was I pleased to see her hot dad?

  The door opened. Damon stood there with his shirt hanging outside his pants and his tie draped around his neck. “Sorry for being late. The line was massive at the bakery,” I said as I stepped inside and handed the box to Damon. I slipped my coat off my shoulders and hung it in the closet under the stairs.

  “You’re not late,” he replied as he walked in front of me toward the kitchen and dining area.

  “Yeah, but I cut it close.”

  Damon chuckled as he directed Alexis and Clara to their seats. He held his arms out and replied, “It’s not as if I’m ready, is it?”

  I kinked up the side of my mouth in a bashful smile and agreed that he looked half-dressed. I pictured myself doing his tie for him and pecking him on the cheek as he left Alexis and me to go off to work.

  I sat at the table and pulled on the red bow as Damon prepared the two mugs of coffee for us and a glass of milk for Alexis. I opened the box, and Alexis pointed to the whipped cream mountain.

  “Clara wants this one.” Alexis’s eyes were as large as those of a goldfish. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  Mental note to self: order two, or maybe three, whipped cream next time. “I thought Clara didn’t eat human food,” said Damon.

  “Just today!” said Alexis. Her cute voice made us both grin. Alexis used her finger as her spoon for the whipped cream. She offered each fingerful to Clara before sliding it into her own mouth. Each taste was followed by a satisfied, “Aaaah! Very nice.”

  Damon didn’t have as much success at keeping his filling, either on his plate or in his mouth. A giant blob of chocolate sauce oozed from the doughnut and deposited itself right onto his clean shirt.

  “Crap!”

  “Dada, bad word,” Alexis reminded him. His muscles rippled as he shifted and shoved his hand into his pocket. He pulled his hand out and held it face down to her.

  “Sorry, sweetie,” he replied, handing her a coin. She slipped off her chair and ran to her money box, into which she proudly deposited her coin to go with the rest of the “bad words coins.” From the look on Alexis's scrunched face as she lifted it, there were a lot.

  Damon whipped off his shirt and sat there in a vest, careful not to spill a load onto his taut chest. I took a huge bite of my doughnut, and custard splattered over my chin. Alexis and Damon laughed at my predicament.

  Alexis stopped laughing when I dabbed my finger in her whipped cream and planted it squarely on her nose. “Dada, look,” she said, turning to Damon and pointing at the end of her nose.

  I dropped the dishes in the dishwasher as Damon ran and grabbed a fresh shirt. Alexis pulled her red jacket on, the one with the fur-trimmed hood. She held her Barbie sandwich box. Damon’s footsteps echoed as he ran back to us and kissed Alexis on her cheek. He said he’d be home later and asked if I could stop at the dry cleaners and pick up his things. The address was already on the countertop.

  He dropped a bag onto the floor and mentioned the contents were ready for cleaning.

  “Off you go,” I said. “I don’t want you using me as an excuse for being late.” I giggled and stood with Alexis in my arms, waving as Damon bounded out the door.

  “Are you ready for kindergarten then?” I asked.

  Alexis nodded and held her hand out for me. A ten-minute walk through the park and we arrived at the front of the brightly colored kindergarten. A large mural covered the front wall, and Alexis pointed to it. She explained all the pictures were of the kids in the school. It looked cool, although not many of the painted kids looked like the kids I saw running around.

  “I’ll see you at lunch,” Alexis said and marched toward the kindergarten doors. “Good morning, Linda.” Linda turned to me and waved with Alexis, both of them smiling.

  After a quick detour around the park and a visit to the dry cleaners, I got back in good time. Damon’s room was surprisingly clean, and everything had its own place with one drawer for socks and a place for his watches. Alexis’s room wasn’t much different. I stepped inside her pink palace replica. Clara sat at the front of her doll collection and watched my every move. Alexis had said she wanted Clara to keep me company today.

  I finished all my cleaning well before I needed to pick up Alexis from kindergarten. I spent fifteen minutes with my feet up and one more of those yummy doughnuts—which weren’t great for my hips. The fifteen minutes felt so good. A double chocolate donut and coffee was the dream, and no blob oozed onto my clothes either. That would’ve given Damon something to gawp at if it had occurred. I giggled to myself.

  The fresh air blustering across the park and over the duck pond washed any thoughts of parading around half naked well and truly out of my mind. Back home, Alexis ran through the apartment doors like a bat out of hell, though a small one.

  “What do you want for lunch?” I asked as I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. She turned and leaned back on my arm.

  “Egg sandwiches.”

  “Okay then. Egg sandwiches it is for the three of us.” Alexis looked at me and asked if her dad was home yet. I shook my head as I explained it was for Clara.

  “Hmm! Has she been talking to you?”

  “Not one word, but she watched me as I cleaned your room. You’re very tidy.”

  Alexis rolled around and threw her arms in the air. “Yeah! I’m the best.”

  Alexis dragged Clara down the stairs and sat as I prepared lunch. We shared another doughnut, and I said it was our secret and not to tell Dad. We saved him one for after dinner.

  “Do you want a nap first or play?” I asked.

  “We can play first. Not sleepy yet. I’ll show you all my dolls. I have tons and tons.”

  Alexis introduced me to each doll she had in her collection. She also told me where she’d gotten them, and most were from work trips that Damon had made. Clara appeared to be the odd one out. I never questioned her about where Clara came from. Alexis started to yawn, which was perfect, as it was almost time for me to prepare dinner.

  “Sleepy now,” she said as she climbed onto her bed and pulled Clara into her arms.

  “Have a good rest.” She’d already fallen asleep before I finished.

  Simple and tasty spaghetti bolognese was simmering away, and all I needed to cook was the pasta when Damon returned home.

  “Hello! I’m home,” Damon shouted from the door. I glanced at the clock. He’s home early again? Alexis ran to the door and greeted him. He said she seemed full of energy, and she hugged him tightly as she
told him she’d played first and had been all pooped. Then she’d napped. Dinner went down well, with my secret recipe amazing Damon. Alexis needed help with her spaghetti, and I was only too happy to oblige. I needed a distraction from his perfect eyes that still looked at me like they needed me.

  “Can you stay and help get her ready for bed?” Damon asked. “I’ve got an important call I need to make.”

  “Sure. It’s no problem. I’d be happy to.”

  “Yay! Karly’s helping with bath time. Do you know good stories? Dada reads to me before bed.”

  “I know a few,” I replied with a grin.

  Damon vanished into his study while Alexis played with the bubbles in her bubble bath and got me back for the whipped cream episode. After that, Alexis sat on her bed as Damon walked in. His arm brushed against mine. Goose bumps. Yummy. I gazed into his eyes as he leaned forward and kissed Alexis on the cheek.

  Once he left, Alexis closed her eyes while I told her a story, but she didn’t make it past page three. I closed the book and headed downstairs as Damon exited his office.

  “Thanks for staying.” His eyes pierced my mine. I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. They sparkled wildly, and the green and brown flecks took me to another place as the light caught them in their unbelievable perfection.

  “It’s okay. Alexis is a dream to be with. I’m not sure where she gets it from.”

  Damon’s arm brushed against me as we headed to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. I shuddered, and my legs trembled. More than goose bumps. He brushed against me again as we did dishes, which appeared to be on purpose. The taut skin on his arms sent sensations flooding through my body. I put the last dishes in the dishwasher and turned. Damon handed me a towel to dry my hands.

  He stepped closer and pinned me against the sink. I gulped and sucked in a breath as he put his hand on my flushed cheek. He leaned forward, and my eyes closed as his lips pushed against mine.

  Now this was unexpected. Wanted…but unexpected.

  Damon pulled his mouth away from mine. I bit my bottom lip as I dropped the towel. I raised my hands and planted them on his cheeks. The roughness of his stubble pushed against the soft, damp skin of my fingers. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him back. I needed to feel him again.

  Damon embraced my kiss. My back pushed against the hard corner of the counter, and I didn’t care. I kissed him for mere moments, but it felt like a lifetime. I swallowed and tasted him. He stepped back, almost apologetically.

  No way. Don’t you dare say sorry. I coughed politely. “I better get going. I don’t want to be late in the morning,” I said.

  Damon helped me into my coat, and I walked to the elevator. I glanced back as he waved. I looked down at my feet just to be sure I was walking because I felt as if I were floating. Boy had that felt more than good. Wow.

  Chapter 7

  Damon

  In the shower, my mind moved to Karly, to her gorgeous hair and her ripe, curvaceous body. The way she acted around me, with her doe-like eyes, there was something inside myself that was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss we had shared. I felt strongly for Karly, and I wanted her like I wanted my coffee. It was an addiction of sorts. Fuck, I had never thought this would happen again, wanting someone as badly as I wanted her.

  I washed my body as I looked at the clock on the bathroom wall. It was early, and I was ahead of myself time-wise. I kept reliving the kiss in my mind. She tasted like cherries mixed with honey. The smell of her was so good. To top it all off, a hint of apricot and flowers mesmerized my mind from the perfume she used.

  Just thinking about her had my steely erection taking over me. I had a need like I hadn't had for nearly four years. The strong urge to lather up and use my vision of her to come overpowered me. I needed a release. I was aroused by her, and everything about her made me want to explode.

  I let my mind wander and imagined her sitting at the dining table. I let my eyes lock on hers. We were alone now. She leaned her head to the side and bared her neck, making my dick feel more of a pull to her, even more than it had the past few days.

  I stroked my lathered cock, and tingles moved up into my groin. I wanted her, needed her. She was the air I needed to keep me going.

  She opened her blouse for me. I nodded to give her permission to unbutton it for me. She licked her top lip as I watched the seduction. Slowly, she pulled on the first button. As it popped open, my dick got bigger for her. She gave a cheeky smile, and her eyes told the story of her desire for me. I couldn't sit still in my imaginary chair any longer.

  In a flash, I was there as she took a breath, gasping as I kissed the nape of her perfect neck. I must have her. My gaze moved down to her open blouse. I knelt before her as she unbuttoned it further. I needed desperately to see her breasts spill out, and then, like magic, they did.

  My hardness increased as I pulled on my horny cock. I hadn't been this horny in a long time. I moaned as I enjoyed her breasts spilling out. There was no bra underneath the blouse, and her nipples were solid, taut, standing erect. I pushed my wanton lips to her left breast and sucked on her nipple as my hand grappled with want at her other breast. She moaned loudly as if I were fucking her, taking her to the height of extremes.

  My dick was ready to release its seed on the shower floor. I grunted, letting my mind take in the vision I had of her. She placed a finger into her seductive mouth, and when she sucked on it like a lollipop, I was done. The rush of my orgasm sprayed onto the wall. I had to hold myself steady as my body tensed up for her. She was my new addiction. Coffee had been getting boring anyhow.

  The morning flew by as I got ready, my mind filled with thoughts of only her. My concentration had lost its peak, and seeing her dressed in a pink woolen sweater was beyond good. Paired with the sweet top was a skin-tight pair of faded blue jeans that hugged her curves to perfection. It was nearly too much for me to bear.

  At work, my client list wasn't huge. I had a few emails to answer and a few data checks to do, but my mind was going crazy. The need I felt for her was pushing me off balance. I couldn't think straight at all. Rhonda probably thought I was on drugs or something when I called her Ronnie. She hated nicknames. Something about how God had given everyone parents who had given everyone names, and why you would need to change the order of things? She said it was beyond her.

  Fuck.

  My need to be with Karly was off the charts. When my body felt this way, it was hard to get it to sense any rhyme or reason. It was more than just hard. All I could imagine was kissing her again, taking her, feeling my body on hers.

  I called Rhonda. "Rhonda, I'm sorry I called you Ronnie earlier, but I had something on my mind. I'll try to remember not to do that again."

  There was absolute silence as she pondered my words. "It's all right, Mr. Jacobs. We all have moments sometimes."

  A bit later, I buzzed reception again. "Rhonda, I'm leaving early today. There's nothing pressing, and Derringer can handle Tomkins this afternoon. He's already smitten with Mr. Chan being on board."

  I felt a pull to go home and see Karly again. I couldn't explain the feeling that washed over me, but I craved her presence. I wanted to feel the warmth of it.

  ***

  It felt good to be home. I snuck into the silence and saw her chopping vegetables. She looked radiant with the pink sweater off and her little blouse hugging her shapely figure. The cut of it made my knees go weak.

  "Hey. I've had an early day. I thought I'd come home and help you with dinner."

  Her beautiful eyes looked at mine, and the warmth of that gorgeous smile overcame me. "Oh, Damon, you surprised me!"

  "I'll just get changed, and I'll help you in a sec."

  I pulled off my shirt in the bedroom and put a gray tee on. I added a pair of jeans, and I was back in the kitchen more than quickly. I snuck past Alexis's room and moved closer to Karly. Her face flushed from me being close to her, and my dick found it hard not to st
and to attention—at least not more obviously.

  "Um.” There was a pause. “You can blanch the vegetables, and I'll get the noodles ready. I've already marinated the meat."

  "It smells divine," I said, speaking about her more than the food.

  We stood alone in the kitchen, and all I wanted to do was take her, kiss her, rip off her clothes, pleasure her from head to toe. I wanted to see her breasts, to feel her pussy, and to kiss everything as she moaned while I made her come again and again. It was all I could think about as I watched her bend over to pick up a stray noodle that had fallen to the floor.

  God, I was attached to her like nothing else. It was like there was an invisible cord holding us together. When I wasn’t near her, I craved to be. It was extremely hard to cope when I wasn’t in her presence. My dick wanted to be inside her, and I wanted to taste her mouth again.

  "I better get Alexis up. She's due for her activity book after her milk."

  "I'll keep everything going here. I guess once the noodles are done, I just add them to the meat and vegetables?" I asked.

  "Yes. Thank you."

  Her eyes lit up as she looked into mine. I knew she felt the chemistry between us. It was easy to tell it now that I'd spent more time with her. Around me, she fumbled without meaning to. We were having an effect on one another. It was better than good.

  I relaxed while Alexis did her study and watched from the couch as Karly tutored her. The air could've been cut with a knife, and I was sure I'd kiss her after dinner. The stir-fry we'd made together would taste like heaven because it had her mark on it. Her cooking was something special, and I enjoyed it immensely.