Nanny with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  “Mason,” I said. “I look like shit.”

  “There is never a moment I’ve ever seen you where you look anything other than ravishing. Breathtaking. Exquisite. There isn’t a moment where I hear your voice that I don’t melt right into my shoes. Your touch is the only thing that calms me down after a harsh day, and you are the only person in my life who has ever been a constant source of encouragement. Even at my lowest, there are nothing but kind words from you before you start in on a plan to fix things, and that is just one facet of the many things that pull me to you time and time again.”

  “I love you so much,” I said.

  I watched him reach into his pocket as he pulled out a small red box. He popped it open and displayed for me a ring. A beautiful, shining ring that forced a tear down my cheek. I reached my fingertips out to it and danced around its beauty as everyone’s eyes were on us. But right then, it was only me and the man I loved.

  “Sarah Williams, there isn’t another moment that I want to spend with you that harbors the risk of me losing you. I don’t want to live another second of my life wondering if you’ll be there when I wake up. From the moment I first told you I loved you, I knew I was looking at the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sarah… my beloved moon and stars… will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  Tears rushed down my face as I slowly sank to my knees. His eyes were hooked onto mine as my hands cupped his cheeks. I scooted toward him, feeling his hands settle on my hips, but the moment my lips meet his, I felt his arms wrap around my back.

  The crowd held onto their breaths as I pulled back and smiled.

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I will marry you, Mason Baker.”

  The crowd erupted into cheers as Mason slid the ring onto my finger. I buried my face in my hands while he pulled me back against his body, shielding me from the commotion as he landed kiss after kiss on my neck. I heard waiters and waitresses filing in with trays of food as everyone sat down in their respective seats, but I stayed where I was, kneeling on the ground with the only man I’d ever loved while he held me tightly in his grasp.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Starving,” I said, whispering.

  “Then why don’t we get you some food?”

  “My God, I can’t believe I looked like this while you proposed to me.”

  His finger crooked underneath my chin and raised my gaze to his before we slowly stood to our feet.

  “There is nothing about this moment that isn’t perfect. Including what you’re wearing,” he said. “But, if you really care about it, there’s a dress I picked out for you in the restroom if you’d like to go change.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief as I planted a kiss on his cheek. I scurried off to the bathroom to get changed, but as I pulled all the clothes from my body, I heard the door to the bathroom open.

  Then, I heard it close.

  Then, I heard it lock.

  I smirked as the bathroom stall door slowly swung open. Mason was staring at me hotly, his eyes taking in my naked form as his bowtie sat undone around his neck. His hands undid the buckle of his belt while his eyes devoured my naked skin, and soon, I was being hiked up the wall with his thrusts into my body while I tried to muffle my moans into his tuxedo jacket.

  My body ached for him, and his cock throbbed against my walls. My legs clung to him tighter than they’d ever had before. Our lips were everywhere while my hands mangled his hair, and I could feel us quickly approaching our end as I coated his cock with my juices.

  We came together, swallowing each other’s groans as his cock filled me to the brim with his thick spurts of cum. He held me there, pinned between himself and the wall, his lips trailing down along my neck. He kissed, and he sucked, allowing me time to catch my breath before I got my feet back on the floor.

  “Well that was familiar,” I said, grinning.

  “Did you enjoy it?” he asked.

  “I always enjoy giving my body over to you,” I said.

  “Do you think they miss us out there?” he asked.

  “I think they’ll eventually notice both of us are gone,” I said, giggling.

  “Are you happy?” he asked. “Really, truly happy?”

  I looked up into his eyes and saw the doubt still swimming around in them. After a year’s worth of press, of resituating our lives, of rekindling relationships with family members and of blossoming both our businesses, he was still hesitant about the decisions he was making.

  Like at any moment, I’d walk out that door and never come back.

  “There isn’t a word in any language spoken on this earth that encompasses how happy I am with you,” I said.

  The smile that bloomed across his cheeks was one I would remember for the rest of my life.

  “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m extremely hungry,” I said.

  “Just make sure you save room for dessert,” he said, winking.

  “Oh, Mason. You should know me by now,” I said as my hand reached down and cupped his sopping wet cock.

  “I always have room for dessert.”

  The groan that left his lips was nothing short of salacious, and my touch would leave a memory for him that would follow him all through dinner. We pieced ourselves back together and went to sit down, savoring the food we once had during that infamous day when the world found out about us.

  They knew we loved one another before even we did, and as we shared in the joy of our next step with everyone we loved, I thought about how things always come full circle.

  His mother laughing at his side. Emma giggling at mine. Our friends and family members enjoying the best French food in Dallas while we celebrated a future we had yet to carve out for ourselves. I took the hand of the woman who was going to be my new co-host and the hand of the man I’d pledged myself to, and I brought them both to my lips for a kiss.

  A kiss that conveyed more thanks and more love than I could’ve ever spoken to them.

  I finally had the family I’d always wanted, and somehow, I knew things were going to be all right.

  ***The End***

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  CHAPTER 1

  Lance

  I looked down as the face of the blonde that I met contorted with pleasure, grinning to myself. I didn’t even have to be in the porn industry to land women like this. My ocean blue eyes and spectacular body did that all on its own and my skill level wore them out by night’s end.

  I’d already gone down on her for a torturous amount of time, making her ease close to a release before I’d pull away to tell her to hold off until I said it was okay with me. In addition to being skilled, I was also dominant and loved control in the bedroom. I even liked control on the set as much as I could, depending on the director.

  I finally let this one come once I was biting on her clit and making her moan my name, her voice rising with each cry. I’d kissed her breathless before that, still turned on from work earlier today before I went to the bar for a drink. I met a few buddies and we were catching up on life in the fast lane with this girl caught my eyes with her short black dress and long legs. She was already looking at me and even if she didn’t know who I was, she’d be here right now. I eased my thick cock between her legs and raised her feet to my shoulders as I slid inside. Most women found me to be slightly invasive with my size but ended up coming back for more, and I savored the tight grip of her slick pussy as I buried myself inside of her.

  What the fuck was her name? Kelly?

  I pounded her as she moaned, pleased with her body’s acceptance of me. I needed a woman after filming the soft bondage scene earlier today and imagined this woman bent before me, so I could spank her the way I did Cassie earlier on set. I knew that the actress liked it and that her reactions weren’t just for the
shoot. I’d fucked her before off camera and knew her body well. I drove into her a few hard times before pulling out and telling her to get on her knees as I stroked my cock, sliding my hand through her juices as she moved clumsily.

  I looked at her juicy ass as she propped herself on my pillows that were spread out all over the bed, watching the juices trickle down her thighs as I licked my lips. She didn’t taste as good as some women, but it was fun to watch her get off. I fingered her firmly for a moment before raising my hand back to spank her.

  “Do you like that?” I asked her in a rough voice as she cried out, jerking forward. I watched my large hand print forming on her pale skin as she told me that it made her want to come again. She liked the pain, craved it. I slapped her ass a few more times before I took her with a hard thrust, gripping her hips as she screamed my name. I drove myself into her, pulling back and thrusting again as she screamed that she was going to come again. “Me too. Fuck me.”

  I pounded away at her as I chased my release, free to enjoy this. It wasn’t all for the camera tonight and I felt her tighten around me as she moaned softly. I leaned forward, gripping her straight blonde hair as I fucked her harder. I knew that I was stretching her open, but her cries of pleasure assured me that she was enjoying it as she came for me. I thrust one more time before filling the condom wrapped tightly over me, dropping over her back.

  I rolled away from her and took a deep breath, feeling that I might be sated for the night. I closed my eyes as her voice filled the room, noting that it was some babbling about how good I was. She wanted to spend the night and I smirked at those words. No woman spent the night with me and they were lucky if they saw me ever again.

  “No sleepovers. I told you at the bar that I don’t do that.” I assured her with my eyes still closed. “I’ll get you a ride home if you need it, but you’re not staying.”

  This wasn’t even where I lived. It was an apartment that I invested in a while back that I used depending on what part of LA I was partying in. My main place was a condo in the Hollywood Hills that only a few friends visited from time to time.

  The woman grudgingly agreed to that once I made it clear that I wasn’t going to bend, and I got her a bottle of water before calling a car out to pick her up. I paid with one of my credit cards and let her sit down on the couch while she waited, dressed in some workout shorts as I sipped a beer.

  She offered me her number once I told her that the car was here, and I declined it. I didn’t do dates or relationships. I locked the door behind her and glanced at the beer as I decided to stay here tonight. I had a few apartments all over town since I was doing very well in the adult film industry and could afford it.

  I walked back to the bedroom and dropped into the sheets that were all over the place as I switched on the flat screen TV. Other than the fact that it smelled like sex in here, the encounter was already out of my mind. She was just a means to an end. I worked in a place where sex happened frequently and the whole thing didn’t affect me too much.

  I fell asleep to a late-night show and woke up on my own late in the morning. I didn’t have to be on set until this afternoon and slowly showered and dressed in some extra clothes to go and grab some lunch. I chose to do that closer to my main house and walked into a restaurant, looking around to see that there were plenty of tables at this late hour.

  The hostess smiled brightly when she saw me, and I leaned against the podium and asked her for a small table that was a little private, if possible. She nodded as she blinked slowly, and I glanced up as a pretty waitress picked up a menu and openly looked me over. The hostess repeated my request and the dark-haired woman holding the menu nodded and winked at me. She turned on her heel and headed across the room as I followed, checking out her ass as we walked. I glanced over at a table where a woman with caramel curls was sitting with a tablet, focused on something on the screen. A phone rang in front of her and she picked it up and started discussing a house in the hills as I assumed that she was a real estate agent. She had that look about her with a dark gray power suit on and a flawless face that made me take a longer look.

  She was too clean for me, but I could look. I walked to my table and sat down as the waitress handed me the menu and asked me what I’d like to drink. I asked for iced tea to bring me to life, knowing that drinking and then driving to the studio was a bad idea. I already had a bad reputation and getting in trouble for anything was a bad idea. I sat back and read the entrees, deciding on a sandwich as she brought me a full glass of tea. I ordered, and she jotted it down before shyly mentioning that I looked familiar. I knew that my blue eyes were an attention getter to begin with, but I also had dark brown hair that had that popular messy look. Girls loved it.

  “You do? That tells me a lot about you, sweetheart.” I grinned broadly at her as she stared thoughtfully at me. “If you’ve seen me enough to recognize me, you’d be familiar with a lot more than just my face. You’re a good egg.”

  Her mouth dropped opened as she let my words sink in, blushing and walking away from the table quickly as I chuckled to myself. So many more people watched porn than would actually admit to it, whether it was with a partner or on their own. I made a mint from my videos and live feed that I did from one of the apartments sometimes. I was living the life. I sat back and fucked around on my phone for a bit, keeping up with my social media pages as I waited for lunch. I had one on each of the platforms that updated fans of my work that I mostly kept up with, though I had my assistant Bree to step in when I got too busy.

  I felt someone approaching and looked up to see the waitress coming with my food. She set the plate down without making eye contact and I considered flirting with her until I noticed the woman from before walking towards us with a large purse pressed to her body as she spoke softly on the phone.

  She sold houses. There was no doubt about it as she passed me while I took in her curvy body in the professional outfit.

  The waitress disappeared as I stared at the agent, still talking on the phone as she laughed throatily into the phone. She walked into a hallway and I glanced at the sign to see that it held the restrooms, considering meeting her in there. I could imagine sliding that tight skirt up and bending her over the sink before I drove myself inside of her. It made my cock press against my shorts as I groaned and reached for my drink.

  I watched her leave, getting into a fancy Range Rover before leaving the parking lot. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I smiled as she left, figuring that I’d never see her again.

  CHAPTER 2

  Leila

  I drove out of the parking lot to show another house to Nan. She was a wealthy client, so I was willing to work with her, but she ran me ragged. She was being meticulous over the new house that she was buying for her and her new boy toy, Cameron. Nan was over fifty, though she wouldn’t confirm that for me and getting a divorce from a bank executive. Her new boyfriend Cameron was thirty and he hit on me at the last house I showed the two of them. It was laughable.

  I pulled into the hills and followed my navigator to the mansion, pulling into the long, winding driveway. Nan was there, standing outside of her new Jaguar and talking on the phone as she giggled. Fucking hell.

  I smiled and parked, getting out of my car to walk over to her. She was a beautiful woman but there was nothing genuine about her, body, or mind. She acted every moment of the day, as far as I was concerned.

  “Ready to see it?” I asked her as she ended the call and slipped it into her designer purse. I gently tossed a random curl over my shoulder and unlocked the door using the new app on my brand-new iPhone, smiling at how far technology had come in the last few years. I walked in and let her wander past me into the massive foyer, her heels clicking on the marble floors. This house had six bedrooms and was a total of ten thousand square feet and I had no clue why she needed something this size for her and one other person. The soon-to-be-divorced couple had no children and she was walking away with a mint, so I assumed she wanted to spen
d all of it.

  It was an interesting job selling real estate in the city of Los Angeles.

  I told her to take a look, preferring to let the clients see the houses on their own. I wasn’t a fan of following them to point things out and I made my way to the kitchen as I looked around the empty house. It was pretty, but I preferred my two-bedroom apartment that overlooked the Santa Monica Pier. It was small, but I loved the ocean and my surroundings there. I was blessed that I was doing well enough to afford such a cute place and reminded myself to stop being judgmental of a woman that was going to hand me thousands of dollars once she got a house. What did I care that she didn’t need it?

  I wandered across the floor and unlocked the sliding glass door, stepping outside as I breathed in the air outside. It certainly wasn’t the cleanest but there was a nice breeze today that I couldn’t help but enjoy. The backyard offered a large pool and spa combo and massive grassy area, along with the part that I was in that had a huge BBQ and dining area.

  I thought about living somewhere with this backyard with a family. There was no use to even buy something like this without kids. I was only twenty-five, but I’d been betrayed by a long-term boyfriend back home in Carlsbad. I wasn’t looking for anyone at all right now. I was focused on work and I glanced back at the house, knowing that Nan would be taking a while.