by Cathryn Fox
“Oh, I didn’t realize.” She frowns and looks down for a second.
“Will that be a problem for you?” I ask.
Her eyes lift. “No. Not at all,” she says, and glances around the room. “You guys have a lovely home.”
“Oh, we’re just friends,” Quinn says. “I’m helping him out until he finds a nanny.”
“Oh,” she says, her eyes wide. “You’re not the baby’s mother?”
Quinn, as though realizing just how tight she’d been holding Daisy, hands her over to me. “No. I’m just a friend. Jonah and I go way back.”
“Her mother currently isn’t in the picture,” I add.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Poor little girl needs a mother figure.” She scoots forward on her chair. “Well, I hope you give my application consideration. I would love to work for you, Jonah. I’m also a great cook. I’m good at many things.”
Beside me, Quinn stiffens, and I give a curt nod. “We’ll definitely consider it,” I say, and stand. Rebecca stands with me, and I walk her to the door, Daisy in my arms.
She gives a little wave as she leaves, and tells me she’ll be looking forward to a call. I close the door, lean against it, and shake my head at Quinn, who has a worried look on her face.
“No way,” I say, and she blows out a breath. “Not in a million years.”
Quinn throws her head back, rests it on the cushion and stares at the ceiling. “Thank God.”
“She never even once looked at Daisy, or asked about her,” I say.
“Once she saw you, I think she went brain dead.”
I laugh at that. “Star-struck. It happens.”
“If that’s what you want to call it. If I wasn’t here, I’m sure she would have handed you her panties.”
With Daisy asleep in my arms, I move to set her in the bassinette. “Yeah, but your panties are the only ones I want,” I say, my mind shifting.
“I think you have that wrong. You don’t want me in panties, remember? I’m not even sure what you did with the ones you stripped off me the other day.”
“Maybe I’m keeping them.”
“I didn’t know cross-dressing was another one of your things.” Standing up, she holds her hands up, palms out. “Hey, I’m not judging. To each their own, right?”
I can’t help but grin at her. “That’s right, to each their own, which brings me back to this morning. Do you remember what I said to you this morning, what else was my…thing?”
She gulps, and I step up to her, pull her against my body. “I believe you said something about my mouth.”
I laugh. “Can’t say it?”
“Oh, I can say it,” she says with a lift of her chin. “I can say a lot of things. I just don’t want to do it in front of the baby.”
“How about we put the baby to bed?”
“We need to bathe her, remember.”
“Shit, right.” I remove Daisy from the bassinette. “But don’t think this gets you off the hook. Later, you’re going to talk dirty to me.”
She laughs and rushes up the stairs. When I get to the top, she’s in the bathroom, running water. I follow her in, and she has her hand in the stream, testing it. “Can you run into her room and get her little bath tub?”
I go to her room, grab the pink tub and carry it back. “So much pink,” I say.
“Get used to it. You’ve got a little girl.”
“Do you think I should paint her room? Make it more girly for her?”
“Yeah, and if you like, I could help. I would love to decorate her room. I mean, if Zander is her uncle, that makes me her aunt, right?”
“Yeah, I guess I never looked at it like that, Aunty Quinn.”
Working as a team, Quinn fills the tub, and I sit on the edge of it and undress a sleeping Daisy. My big fingers work the snaps, and I carefully pull the onesie over her head. She fusses a bit, but then settles. Little wisps of hair lift from the static, and I run my hand over them.
“I think she’s going to be blonde like you.”
“That’s just baby hair. She’ll probably have dark hair like you.” She tests the water again. “You can set her in.”
I go to my knees on the floor and carefully lift Daisy over the edge of the tub. Her arms go out wide, and her lids open, but only briefly, because once Quinn starts sprinkling her with warm water, she falls back to sleep and I swear to God she’s smiling.
Quinn unwraps the soap and starts lathering up a cloth. She hands it to me.
“I don’t know what to do.”
She chuckles softly. “You wash yourself, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Like this,” she says, and takes my hand. She keeps hers over mine as we both lightly run the suds over the baby. “Be sure to get in the crevices,” she says, lifting the baby’s arm to clean all the pudgy spots.
“You’re so good with her, Quinn,” I say. We touch a little more intimately now, our hands twined as we clean my daughter.
After we soap her up, we rinse her with clean water, and Quinn pours a pea-size drop of baby shampoo into her palm.
“We wash her hair?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“But she hardly has any.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She brings the shampoo to my nose. “Doesn’t this smell good. I always loved the smell of baby soaps and shampoos.”
I inhale. “Yeah, nice.”
Together we wash her hair, and I hold a cloth over her eyes to keep the shampoo out. Once we’re done, and she’s all clean, I wrap her in a towel and carry her into the bedroom. Quinn sets a diaper on the changing table and grabs her a clean onesie.
“She does have a little rash, doesn’t she,” Quinn says as I rub cream onto her sore spots. “Don’t worry though, it’s normal.”
I fix her diaper, dress her and hold her a minute longer, breathing in her soapy scent. “I didn’t think getting a nanny was going to be so hard.”
“Maybe the next one should be in her sixties, so she’s not all infatuated with you.”
“I guess you were hoping it would work out with Rebecca?”
She shrugs. “I want the right person for Daisy. I am her aunt.”
“I’m sorry you have to stay longer. I promise to make it worth your while.”
“You already have,” she says, and then pinches her lips shut, like she said too much.
“Yeah?” I push. “Exactly how have I made it worth your while?”
“Not in front of the child,” she says, and saunters out of the room, an extra wiggle to her sweet ass.
I set Daisy in her crib and wait a second. Once she settles in, I lean down and give her a kiss on the cheek, then leave to find Quinn standing outside in the hall, waiting for me. Exhaustion pulls at me, and I stretch my arms over my head. “It’s been a day,” I say.
“Oh, you think it’s over?” Quinn asks, teasing me.
I step into her and our bodies bump. “Something on your mind? Something you’d like to show me?”
“Daisy isn’t the only one I have to bathe tonight.” She reaches out and pulls at the dried milk caked to my hair. “You’re a bit of a hot mess, Jonah.”
“Why don’t you clean me up then.” I tap her ass, and lead her to my master bedroom, with the master bath built for two.
I turn on the shower to let the water warm up, and when I turn back to Quinn, she’s brushing her tongue over her lower lip, and my cock thickens. “You are so goddamn sexy, Quinn.”
A smile touches her mouth. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she says, and puts her hands on my chest. Her fingers splay, caress my chest, then shoulders, before her hands move to the hem of my shirt. She grips it and pulls it up. I help her remove it and toss it onto the floor.
She steps around me, running her soft hands all over me. I go still, let her explore my body, let her have her way. For now. She stops and presses hot kisses to my back as her hands snake around the front of my sides. Her fingers work the button on my jeans, and the hiss of th
e zipper cuts through the quiet. She slides her hand in, captures my swollen cock.
“Mmm,” she moans into my ear, and I nearly shoot off in her hand.
“Find something you like?” I ask.
“I believe I did,” she says, and my head falls back as she strokes me, using the pre-cum as lubricant.
“That feels so fucking good, Quinn.”
“I bet I can make it feel even better.”
She removes her hand, and I turn to face her. Her fingers go to her blouse, and she slowly unbuttons it. I’m so goddamn anxious to get my mouth on her, if she doesn’t hurry, I’m going to tear her shirt off.
“Something wrong?” she asks, as I scrub my hand over my chin, the other going to my throbbing dick.
“Yeah, I need you naked. Now.”
“These buttons,” she says. “There so tiny.”
“Do you like that shirt, Quinn?”
“I like it well enough.” She works at one button, can’t seem to get it through the hole.
“Is it replaceable?”
Her eyes go wide, like she knows exactly what’s pinging around inside my brain. “Yes,” she whispers.
I step up to her, back her into the wall, and put her hands over her head. “Keep them there.”
Her pulse jumps at the base of her throat as I grip the shirt and tear it open, the little buttons clattering on the tile floor. Her gasp curls around me as I grip her bra and pull it down to expose her pale pink nipples. “These,” I say. “I need my mouth on these.” I lean into her and roughly pull one nub into my mouth, kissing it, rolling my tongue over it, and clamping down with my teeth.
“Jonah,” she cries out, her entire body quaking.
“Mmm,” I say, and suck on her other nipple, giving it the same torturous treatment, until Quinn is a quivering mess of need and pleasure.
I stand back, look at the love bruises I gave her and smile. I like branding her. Like seeing my marks on her skin. But that thought brings on another, one that fills me with possession.
“While you’re here with me, helping out, you’re mine, Quinn. No one else’s, okay?” She stares at me, her big blue eyes wide and filled with lust. “Okay?” I ask again, a little more force behind that one word, as I think about another man’s hands on her body. No way. No fucking way do I like the image, or the rage it arouses in me.
Careful dude, this is just sex.
She nods. “And you?” she asks.
“I don’t want anyone else but you,” I say, my body so damn hard and needy for her, I’m not sure I’m thinking straight. “I only want you in my bed.”
Fuck, it’s true. I only want her in my bed. I just pray to fuck when we find a nanny, I’ll have gotten her out of my system. There is no future for us, right? Jesus, she doesn’t even want anyone to know she’s sleeping with me, to get the wrong idea about us, and her brother would fucking kill me.
Her entire body softens, and I sense a change in her as she opens to me, offering herself up completely. “There is nowhere else I’d rather be than in your bed.” Her hands slide down the wall, and she unzips her skirt, wiggling it down her legs. “But why don’t we start in the shower.”
Jesus, she’s fucking killing me.
I stand back and take pleasure in her beautiful naked body as she undresses. I keep my hand on my dick, stroking softly, and from the way she’s watching me, making soft, sexy noise, I get that she likes it. Who knew this woman would be so playful, so open and uninhibited in the bedroom? I have to say I love this side of her.
I kick off my pants, and when she steps into the steam and crooks her finger, I follow her in. The hot spray feels good on my body, but Quinn feels even better in my hands. She grabs my soap and runs it over my tight muscles.
“That feels good,” I murmur, but she had her fun, now it’s my turn.
I take the soap from her, lather my hands, and start at her shoulders. Eager to touch every inch of her body—and I mean every inch—I scrub the workday from her flesh. I run my hand over her arms, breasts and stomach. She stands there, eyes closed, a slight smile on her mouth. I shift her, pulling her under the spray to rinse the bubbles, then I turn her around. I move her hair from her shoulders and run my hands over her back and sides. Testing her, I lean her forward and brace her hands on the wall, until her sweet ass is aimed my way.
I soap my hands again, grab her soft cheeks and knead them like dough. I slide one finger between her crevice, and move it slowly around her puckered opening, teasing it open. Her breathing changes, a little hitch in her voice when she gasps, which speaks volumes. She’s never been touched like this before. My chest puffs up, thrilled that I’m the first. I apply a tiny bit of pressure to her opening, taking extra care of her body, wanting to do this right for her, as I slide my other hand around her hips to stroke her clit.
“Jonah,” she whispers, and starts to move against me. Every time she rears back, my finger goes a little deeper into her sweet ass, but I’m careful not to give her too much her first time. I reposition, move to her side, so I can dip a finger into her hot little pussy and rub by palm over her clit. She moves faster, riding both of my fingers at the same time.
“That’s it, Quinn. Fuck my fingers, take what you need.”
A moan rolls out of her throat, and her clit swells beneath my ministrations. She’s so wet, her desire is dripping down my hand. I fucking love seeing her like this, love that I can do this for her. I kiss her shoulder, nip at it, and she moves a little quicker, a frantic grind of her hips as an orgasm pulls at her.
“When I get you on my bed, I’m going to eat your sweet cunt, and make you come and come and come again, so hard that I’m still going to taste you on my tongue a week from now.”
“Jonah, yes,” she says.
“Then I’m going to put you on your knees and feed you my cock. I want you to swallow all my cum, Quinn. Every fucking drop. For the next week, every time you swallow, it will remind you of me, because I don’t want anyone but me, and how we fuck, in your thoughts.”
Her fingers curl on the tile wall, and her pussy muscles swell then clench tightly around my fingers. My dick throbs, wanting to feel that sweet pressure, but that will have to wait. Her wet desire spills from her body, each clench of her muscles drawing my finger in deeper and deeper. I twirl my finger in her backside to increase the sensations of her release and she cries out my name. I’ve never heard anything sweeter.
I pull my fingers from her body and hold her to me, until she finds the strength to stand on her own after that powerful orgasm. I bring her back under the spray, and she wipes her wet hair from her face and looks up at me.
“I never…”
My heart thuds as she blinks. Honest to God, I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. “I know,” I say, and bend to give her a soft kiss. Her lips part, and I have to say, I love how every inch of her body opens for me.
“It felt…different.”
“Different good, or different bad?” I ask.
“Kind of weird,” she says, and I laugh.
“What is it with you and weird?” I ask as her hand goes to my dick. “Fuck, yeah,” I murmur.
“I like weird with you, Jonah,” she says. “I like the way you touch me. I’m not sure I ever would have let another guy do that to me, but I…”
My heart misses a beat. “You what?”
“I trust you.”
I cup her face, and don’t take her words lightly. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, Quinn.”
“Well, there was that one time I fell from the tree because of your dare.”
“Do you have any idea how much I hated myself for that? How much I beat myself up for it? I even asked Zander to punch me in the face, but he wouldn’t.”
She chuckles and presses her mouth to my chest. She licks me lightly, trailing her tongue over my nipple. “You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“I like fucking you, Jonah,” she says, catching me by surprise. “Sex, it was…never l
ike this before. I’m not that experienced.”
Equal amounts of anger and joy curl through me. I’m angry that no man has done sex right for her before, but I’m happy that I’m the first who’s made it great.
I touch her chin, lift it until our eyes meet. “I’m sorry,” I say—and wonder how I’m going to let her go once we find a nanny.
“I never really loved giving oral sex before, wasn’t sure I was very good at it,” she says honestly. “But I really like your cock in my mouth.”
I groan as the visual hits me.
“Speaking of that,” she says, “Didn’t you say something about putting me on my knees and fucking my mouth?”
“Fuck, Quinn. I had no idea that you were into talking dirty.”
“Neither did I.”
That gives me pause. “What?”
She cocks her head to the side and rounds her finger over my nipple as she widens her legs, and presses her sweet pussy against my thigh. She begins to rub her hot sex against me, and I can hardly fucking believe how much her shameless need is turning me on. “I think you bring that out in me,” she murmurs.
I reach past her and turn off the shower. “I need to fuck you. Now.” I grab a towel, dry her body, then wrap her in it. I knot another towel around my waist, and carry her into my bedroom.
I set her down and run my thumb over her lips. She opens her mouth, draws it in and sucks on it.
“You’re so fucking good with your mouth, babe,” I say, and her eyes go wide. “What, did you think you weren’t?” I pull my thumb out so she can talk.
“I think I’m only good at it with you because I like doing it.”
Jesus, I love her all open and honest with me like this. It shouldn’t surprise me, really. She’s not a girl who holds her punches.
“Well, that’s good, because I like you doing it,” I say, and unknot her towel so it falls to the floor and exposes her beautiful body. She glances down at my cock, which is peeking out from the towel. With a soft touch, she lightly brushes my crown, and my body tightens.
“I want all your cum,” she says. “Every drop.” With that, she sinks to her knees and removes my towel.
“Fuck, Quinn.” I grip her hair and tug on it slightly, so her mouth opens. Her eyes light up as she glances at me. She widens her mouth even more, and I slide my cock in. Her hot mouth closes around me, and I’m sure I found heaven.
