5+Us Makes Seven: A Nanny Single Dad Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “Neither is Dr. Rosenbaum, which is why I like him. And if it works, then it works.”

  I stayed with Clara while Natasha went to go get the boys from school. We settled into our afternoon routine of letting the boys rest before they did their homework. I insisted we order pizza for dinner so Natasha could have a break, and after a little argument about it she finally relented.

  She helped the boys with their homework while I woke Clara up to drink some water, then all of us settled at the table for dinner.

  Clara didn’t eat much. She was more thirsty than anything. I felt terrible that she didn’t feel well. Clara slid from her chair and walked over to Natasha, then crawled in her lap and burrowed into her body.

  I watched Natasha rock my daughter side to side in her arms while we all ate dinner.

  “I’ll clean this up and get the boys to bed,” I said.

  “I’m going to steam Clara’s sinuses one more time before I put her down. Then I’ll head out,” Natasha said.

  I watched her get up and leave with Clara and the boys helped me clear the dinner table. I was proud of them for taking some responsibility for their dirty dishes. Nathaniel pulled out tupperware in the lower cabinets to put the pizza in and Joshua stacked the dishes in the sink. They had grown to be big helpers around the house ever since Natasha came six weeks ago.

  While I tucked Joshua in we had a serious discussion about Natasha’s cell phone. And how he would do extra chores for the next two weeks to “pay” for it. He cried a little, mostly because he was embarrassed, but still progress.

  I tucked Nathaniel in and found Natasha gathering her things at the front door. I walked over to her and put my hand on the small of her back. She looked up at me with those beautiful amber eyes and a smile blossomed across her face.

  “She didn’t fight this time.”

  “That’s good,” I said.

  “Her mucus is still pretty cloudy, but that’s to be expected for something like this. If it changes to yellow or green, I’m going to have to take her back to the doctor,” she said.

  “Whatever you have to do. I trust you,” I said.

  “How did the boys go down?”

  “Just fine, thanks to you.”

  “I didn’t put them down tonight. You did.”

  “Yes, but you’ve transformed them over the past six weeks.”

  Her eyes fluttered up to mine as my hand reached up to cup her cheek.

  “You’ve transformed all of us,” I said.

  Her eyes danced between mine as I guided my lips to hers. I watched her eyes flutter closed as her hand came up and wrapped around my wrist. My lips settled onto hers in a soft kiss and I felt fire shoot up my spine. She tasted like tomatoes and lemonade, and the feel of her skin underneath mine made me feel powerful.

  Strong.

  Commanding.

  A small whimper escaped from her lips. She opened for me, allowing my tongue entrance as I backed her into the door. Her body was pinned against me. Trapped between the large double doors of my house and my body. Her hands slid up my chest, gripping the fabric of my tailored shirt.

  She deepened the kiss. Tilting her head off to the side as our tongues danced. And I knew then and there I had to have her.

  I couldn’t let her leave without feeling her skin against mine.

  Seven

  Natasha

  His kiss sent shivers down my spine. The chiseled strength of his muscles pressed into my body as his hands rose up my sides. I crept my touch up his chest, undoing every button of his shirt on the way up. I slid the fabric from his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the marbled floor underneath my feet.

  His hands gripped my ass, hoisting me against the door. I wrapped my legs around him as my hands rushed to his hair. I could feel myself beginning to pant. I could feel my tits rising to painful peaks. I could feel the heat gathering between my legs as he pinned me to the door with his throbbing muscles.

  We kissed until my lips began to swell against his. They traveled down his cheek, nipping at his earlobe as I gasped. His touch was electrifying. It sparked a fire in my toes that rushed up the backs of my legs. I ground my hips into him, feeling his cock throb to life against my clothed leg.

  I could feel myself shaking as he pulled me away from the door.

  He carried me up the steps, our silent bodies passing by the rooms of his children. He walked me all the way down the hallway and into a darkened room, then closed the door behind us with his foot. My lips were everywhere on him. His sculpted shoulder and his pulsing veins. I raked my teeth along his skin as he groaned, his knees hitting his mattress.

  He laid me down softly. Gently. Fluttering my hair out over the cool sheets as I sighed with relief.

  He took great care in undressing me. His hands worked slowly. Torturously. His lips traced the smoothness of my stomach as he pulled my pants off. He hooked his fingers into my panties and rid me of the wet fabric. He kissed up my thighs, sparking a heat in my gut as he grew closer to my pussy.

  Closer to where I needed him the most.

  He settled between my legs in the pitch-black room. I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything. All I could do was feel him. Feel his pulsing muscles and his hands as they wrapped around my thighs. All I could do was feel his tongue lapping up my slit as I arched into his face. He pressed his tongue into my clit, curling my toes as my thighs clamped around his cheeks.

  Then, he began his assault.

  Licking and sucking. Flicking and raking. His tongue felt glorious and it seemed to hold the whole of my pussy on its surface. I could feel my juices dripping down his smoothed chin as his five o’clock shadow slid against my thighs. It was too much. So much, and yet I wanted more. I reached down and fisted his hair, drawing him closer as I bucked into his lips.

  I wanted to moan. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to chant his name and grunt into the room. But I bit down onto my lower lip and stifled my sounds, worried we might wake the children.

  Worried they might spoil this moment we had.

  I could feel my skin crawling with need. Carter kept pulling me closer to him. Close enough to bury his tongue deep into my pussy. My eyes screwed shut and a choked groan escaped between my lips. My back bowed like an over-tuned violin as the heat built behind my pelvis.

  “Carter. A little… just… oh! Yes…”

  Pleasure crashed through my veins as silver stars burst in my vision. He pressed his tongue deep into my clit, rubbing it side to side with his thick tongue. My legs twitched, and my body shook. He pinned my hips to the bed, so he could clean up every last drop I had to offer him. I could hear him swallowing me down. Drinking me as if I was his fountain of youth.

  I gasped for air as my back collapsed to the bed, my hands unraveling from his hair.

  I panted into the darkened room as he pulled away from me. I heard clothes clattering to the floor as I tried to move my legs. My body felt heavy. Like a weighted blanket had been settled over my limbs. I whimpered as I felt the mattress shift, then instantly I was pinned onto my back.

  My hands were over my head and our fingers were interlocked. I could feel his breath pulsing against my lips. I could smell my arousal upon his skin. The only thing I could see where the whites of his eyes. Staring at me as his warm, chiseled body hovered over me.

  Then he dipped between my legs and sank his cock into my pussy.

  His lips crashed against mine as he set a relentless pace. He swallowed my sound as I moaned and chanted his name. I could feel him grinning. His body proud and strong as he slammed into me. My juices were pouring over his cock and dripping down his balls, soaking the bed beneath us.

  And yet, I wanted more.

  So much more of him.

  Skin slapping skin ricocheted off the corners of his darkened room. His lips kissed down my neck, leaving love bites in his wake. I could feel his teeth dragging along my pulse point, shivering my legs and curling my toes into his body. I dug my heels into the mattress, looking for leverag
e as I began to meet him thrust for thrust.

  His face fell into the crook of my neck as his movements began to stutter.

  “Natasha. You feel… so… shit.”

  “Carter. Oh my gosh, Carter. Don’t stop. Harder. Go harder. Please. I’m beg-... like that. Just like that. Oh, yes. Carter.”

  My breasts were jumping and my body was scooting up the bed with every stroke of his cock. My hips were burning as my hands were tingling from his tightened grip on my hands. I suckled on his lower lip, licking myself off his skin as he groaned against me.

  I was so close. So close I could taste it.

  His hips began to stutter as he released my hands. He planted them beside my head as he rolled deeply into my body. My hands flew to his back, my nails raking down his muscles. I could feel the red marks I was leaving behind upon his skin.

  I could also feel the way he trembled against my touch.

  “Do it again,” he said. “Do it again.”

  I raked my nails down his sides again and he growled. Like an animal in heat. I wrapped my legs around his hips and clung to him, giving in to his assault on my body. My head fell back, and my jaw unhinged and the electricity shooting through my body was frying my brain. Drifting me into a state of nothingness as my pussy began to flutter around his cock.

  My orgasm rendered me silent as my pussy swallowed his cock whole.

  “Natasha. Yes. I feel it. Keep going. Oh… shit… you…”

  He slid into my body one last time before he stilled. His face fell to my neck as his lips sucked on my skin and I could feel him spilling into me. My hands gripped his back and my legs locked around him. His cum was shooting from between my legs with each pump he offered me. I was soaring. Floating above the heavens while the room spun around us. I was gasping for air as I clung to his muscular form.

  Then we collapsed to the bed as his body blanketed mine.

  Eight

  Natasha

  Faint streaks of light coming through the curtains warmed my body. I sighed as I flipped over, my arm landing on something warm and stable. My eyes fluttered open and I found a pair of warm eyes staring back at me.

  Warm green eyes and a soft, kind grin.

  “Morning,” Carter said.

  “I fell asleep,” I said.

  “We both did.”

  “Are the kids up yet?”

  “I don’t hear them,” he said.

  “If I get up now, I could get downstairs before they suspect I stayed over.”

  Then, like clockwork, I heard the little pitter patter of feet out in the hallway.

  “Shit,” I said with a whisper. “They’re up.”

  “Stay here,” Carter said. “I’ll get them breakfast and get them to school today. You can sneak out then.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”

  Carter leaned over and kissed me, silencing my words and warming my body.

  “Never be sorry,” he said. “Last night was…”

  My eyes danced between his as I watched a sort of happiness spark behind them. A smile danced across my lips as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I turned my face into his palm and kissed it, listening as the energy of his kids quickly began to grow.

  “Enjoy the bed,” Carter said. “When we leave, feel free to use whatever you need to clean up.”

  Carter leaned over and switched on his bedside lamp. I pulled the comforter up to cover my naked body, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying the view. I watched his body get out of bed, seeing it for the first time. His ass was tight and his legs were defined. His back crawled with muscles and his shoulders were broad. He turned to me, his eyes dancing along my exposed leg as I blushed.

  But I was studying him, too. Taking in the swell of his chest and his sculpted abs.

  And the cock that swung between his legs.

  He pulled his robe around him and headed downstairs to take care of the kids. I laid back down in bed as heat poured over my body. I must’ve fallen back asleep, because the next time I lifted my head from the bed I felt Carter’s lips pressing against my cheek.

  “Sleep. If you’re still tired, then sleep, Natasha.”

  “No, no. I’m okay. How was breakfast?” I asked.

  “Good. Clara had a bowl of cereal and the boys wanted to split an omelet. I didn’t even know they ate omelets.”

  “I’ve been trying to work other things into their diets,” I said.

  “Well, you’re doing a fantastic job,” he said. “They’re in the car. I was simply coming up to make sure you were okay.”

  “I’m fantastic,” I said with a grin.

  “Good. Then I’ll see you after work.”

  I watched him in his tailored suit as he walked down the hallway. I waited until I could hear his car pulling away from the house, then I sprung from bed. I rummaged around the floor for my pants, then pulled my phone out of my pocket.

  I texted Emma and told her it was a requirement to do lunch today.

  I walked into Carter’s bathroom to freshen up and I was stunned at the decadence of it. He had a jet bathtub as well as a stone-walled walk-in shower. It took me a few times to figure out how to use the thing, but once I got the water going it felt like a waterfall was caressing my body. I stayed in there until the hot water ran out as the steam swirled around my body. I reached for a towel and groaned at how soft it was. It was like wrapping a cloud around my curves.

  A hell of a way to wake up.

  I stepped out of the shower and gathered my clothes up. I got myself dressed and out the door just as Emma sent me a text back. I was meeting her across town at our favorite sandwich shop and I had no idea how she was going to react.

  I still didn’t have any idea on how I should’ve been reacting.

  “About damn time you got here,” Emma said.

  “I hit every single red light trying to get here,” I said.

  “Well my hour lunch just turned into forty-five minutes. I hope you wanted your usual, because that’s what I ordered for you,” he said.

  “Then I’ll get to the chase so you can help me out.”

  “Oh fuck. What did you do?” she asked

  “I slept with my new boss, Emma.”

  Our food was sat down in front of us but Emma didn’t even look at it. Her jaw was too busy mopping the floor at her feet. I blushed underneath her gaze and picked up my lemonade, trying to avoid her eyes in the process.

  “You what!?” Emma asked.

  “Could you be any louder?” I asked.

  “Probably! Holy shit, Nat. You slept with the kids’ father? Isn’t that man, like… a millionaire or something?”

  “That doesn’t matter. Emma, I don’t do stuff like this.”

  “No, you don’t. Ever. You’re the biggest goody two-shoes I know.”

  “Thanks. I think.”

  “What happened? When? Tell me about it. How was he?” she asked.

  “What happened? We had sex, that’s what happened. Last night.”

  “Oh shit! You got hickies? Let me see them. I wanna see them, please?”

  “No. Emma, I’m freaking out here. What do I do?” I asked.

  “Was it good?”

  “It was phenomenal.”

  “Did he call you or anything afterwards?” she asked.

  “Um…”

  “Natasha. What?”

  “I may or may not have fallen asleep after.”

  “That’s fine. Happens to the best of us.”

  “In his bed,” I said.

  “You slept with your boss and spent the fucking night?”

  “Can you keep your voice down?” I asked.

  “Man, you bypassed the traps in the tunnel and went straight for the holy grail, didn’t you?” she asked.

  “What do I do?”

  “What do you mean ‘what do you do’? Was he upset or weird when you two woke up?”

  “No. He was actually kind of sweet,” I said.

  “Swee
t how?”

  “He told me to stay in bed so he could get the kids to school. You know, so they didn’t know I slept over. He came and kissed my forehead before he left, and he told me to use whatever I needed to clean up.”

  “He wasn’t just sweet. He was taking care of you. Natasha. Your millionaire boss was taking care of you after fucking you. He fucked you like a ragdoll, didn’t he?”

  “Seriously?”

  “Oh, I want details. My love life’s shit right now, so you’re going to spill them,” she said.

  “No, I’m not. You know I don’t kiss and tell.”

  “You usually don’t kiss, period. Come on, give me something. How many times did you cum?”

  “Emma, come on,” I said.

  “Answer the question and I’ll get off it.”

  I sighed and held up the number ‘two’ and Emma began to squeal. She clapped her hands and wiggled around in her seat like someone had just told her the secret to living a perfect life. I rolled my eyes and sipped on my drink, leaving my sandwich untouched. I wasn’t hungry, even though I knew I should’ve been.

  “So, how does it feel?” Emma asked.

  “How does what feel?” I asked.

  “To do something scandalous?”

  “It didn’t feel scandalous. He initiated it and I… wanted it.”

  “Such a dirty girl. Do you like him?”

  “Of course I like him. He’s a decent guy,” I said.

  “No. I mean, do you like him. As in, are you catching feelings for him? Because I know you. You get attached.”

  “No, it’s nothing like that. He’s been under a lot of stress at his company and while I love his kids, they’ve been wearing me out.”

  “I think you like him.”

  “I think you’re reading into this more than you should,” I said.

  “I know you better than you know you, Nat. You might not like him now, but you’ve crossed a line neither of you can come back from. Things’ll get steamier and another encounter might happen-”

  “I’m not sleeping with him again.”

  “Oh. Okay. You’ll cut off nice sex just like that with a sexy ass millionaire, because we can all do that.”