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  “Dinner will be served around six o’clock tonight. Until then, the house belongs to you and Kaylee. If you need anything, my phone numbers are on the fridge. I’m going to leave you with her because I have a few things to finish up at the office. Help yourself to snacks or anything like that.”

  He grabbed my shoulder as he walked by, leaving me alone in his house. His touch was electric, sending jolts down through my body. But then he was gone. It all felt too good to be true.

  I was stuck inside his large house all by myself, with only his baby and a small handful of staffers. I didn’t know what to do other than to sit and wait for Kaylee to wake up from her nap.

  I didn’t see him again until dinner. Kaylee and I had ventured into the kitchen when we heard the cook come in and start preparing food. It was all still a new experience to me, to have house staff around.

  It was obvious that the cook was used to not being acknowledged while he was working. He didn’t even look up at us as he prepared the meal we were going to be having for dinner.

  “Hello, you,” Jude said, when he came in through the kitchen door a little while later, as dinner was just being finished. He put a hand on my arm again and leaned in to kiss his daughter on the forehead.

  I felt a twinge of jealousy as I wished those lips were touching mine, as if he could have greeted me with the same kindness and affection reserved for her. At the same time, I felt the same electricity running through my body as I had when he’d touched me earlier before leaving to go back to work.

  “Dinner smells great,” he remarked, eliciting a nod from his cook as he set his briefcase down by the door.

  He unbuttoned his suit jacket and shrugged it off his shoulders, throwing it over his arm. Loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt, he looked at me and smiled. This was a slightly different Jude from the man I’d met that morning.

  The Jude who interviewed me and introduced me to his daughter was a sterner man than the one before me now, who seemed to be all smiles. He hung up his jacket on the coat rack and slid his tie over one of the hooks next to it.

  “How’d your afternoon go?”

  He sat down at the table and held his finger out for his daughter to grab. Her tiny little fingers wrapped around his, and his face lit up. I knew then why he seemed happier than he had been earlier.

  He was able to come home and enjoy his daughter’s company instead of coming home to take care of her. He didn’t have the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders, that of having to come home from work and start what must have felt like a second job.

  “It’s been a fairly quiet day,” I told him as I put Kaylee in her highchair.

  “Were there any problems?”

  He turned his attention from her to me, and I melted as his eyes met mine. My knees grew weak even as I sat in a chair at the table. The butterflies in my stomach grew energized and started flitting around.

  I couldn’t find the words to tell him that everything was okay. I shook my head, indicating there weren’t any problems. She’d slept most of the day, but the truth of the matter was that I still wasn’t so sure about holding her, trying to play with her, and things like that.

  At her age, all I really understood was changing her diapers, feeding her, making sure she was comfortable, and bathing her. If I had been truthful with him, I would have told him I had never watched a child so young we couldn’t communicate.

  It was a brand new experience for me, but I didn’t want to admit how new it was.

  “Well, you two will get used to each other eventually.” It was as if he could read my mind. “You’re a new person in her life, and she is in yours as well. It will take some time for you to understand each other’s personalities.”

  He sat back from Kaylee’s chair as our food arrived. His cook had prepared chicken pasta with tomatoes and what looked like spinach. The sauce was light, like a vinaigrette.

  It smelled divine. I wasn’t sure how he started his meals, so I waited until Jude took the first bite to start eating.

  “So, I was thinking today, we need to maybe set a routine for her.” Of course, he meant Kaylee.

  “That seems like a good idea.”

  He wasn’t talking to me in the stern voice he’d used earlier when he spoke to me as his employer. He spoke to me as if we were two normal people who happened to be taking care of a baby together.

  “Isn’t that what all the blogs say? Establish a routine early and stick to it as much as possible?”

  “I think so. It always seemed reasonable to me.”

  I shrugged. I wasn’t really caught up on my baby blogs, or anything to do with babies, but I knew routines helped with older children and adults, so I agreed and stuck with that story. He seemed to buy it.

  “So far, poor thing, she’s had to work around everyone else’s schedules, you know? She’s had to deal with my work schedule and my mood when I get home from work. She’s had to deal with a lot of the same stuff from Rebecca, and on top of that, her mom wasn’t the most motherly person I’ve ever known.”

  He stopped himself short and shook his head, returning quickly to his food, as if he’d broached a topic he wasn’t quite ready to delve into.

  I hadn’t given it a lot of thought yet, but I found myself wondering what the story was behind needing a nanny for his daughter. It seemed like it had been a sudden, recent development in his life.

  Even now that he had a nanny, he seemed like he was unprepared to have to deal with everything that was going on. I also couldn’t imagine being Kaylee’s mom. I looked at the baby, sitting there, watching us eat around her, having already eaten not too long ago herself, and I felt sorry for her.

  She’d been pawned off on everyone so far. Her mom had pawned her off on a dad who was too busy to deal with her, and he’d pawned her off on someone else as much as he could, until I came around.

  He was pawning her off on me, but I didn’t have anyone else to hand her over to. She was going to be my responsibility, and I needed to figure out how I was going to deal with her so I didn’t have to pass of her off.

  It was unfair to her that the adults in her life had been doing that, but I also had no idea what I was even doing there. What had my best friend talked me into by convincing me to apply for the job? And I hadn’t even told her what was happening yet!

  “I’m glad you’re here. She’s got someone consistent to look after her now.” His hand covered mine on the table, and I almost jumped as his touch jolted me out of my head.

  I smiled at him and could feel my cheeks blushing. He’d touched me a few times now, and every time, it felt the same… intense, and electric. I had only seen him touch two people all day—Kaylee, and myself.

  I got the feeling that he wasn’t exactly a touchy-feely person, but it felt good to know he felt comfortable touching me. It felt like he was trying to convey a specific message with his touch.

  I wanted to tell him I felt the same way he did and wanted the same thing, but I didn’t know how to make the first move.

  What if I had been reading him all wrong and he turned me down? What if he fired me?

  No, if his touch meant what it felt like, he was going to have to make that move himself.

  3 - Jude

  “Shhh, it’s okay.”

  Kaylee’s cries had woken me from my sleep, as they had every night for the past several weeks, and how they often had even before that.

  I’d stumbled into the doorway of her room wearing only my boxers, ready to pick her up and comfort her. That was when I heard Hollie’s voice.

  “I’ve got you. Shhh.”

  She leaned over the crib to pick Kaylee up, and in the dim light from the hallway, I could see she was only wearing a thin t-shirt and her panties.

  As she stood up with my daughter cradled in her arms, I could see the curve of her breasts in the way the cotton of the shirt fell around them. She seemed completely natural as she lifted Kaylee out of the crib, not as awkward as she’d se
emed only that afternoon.

  I couldn’t resist the sight before me. I walked over to her and placed my hand on the smooth back of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and even though I already knew that from the way the shirt fell across her chest, feeling the absence of a strap from her back made it real.

  She jumped and jerked her face around to look at me when I touched her. She blushed when she saw me standing next to her in nothing but my boxers. I watched her eyes look down at my body and then back around to Kaylee, quiet now in her arms.

  Hollie didn’t pull away from me, despite the initial shock on her face. Instead she turned to press her back against my chest, driving my arm from the middle of her back around her.

  I didn’t hesitate to grab her thin waist and pull her against me. My hardening desire pressed right between her soft, round ass cheeks. I felt a surge as I slid myself along the length of her crack.

  She rolled her hips, letting me know she felt me as well. I brushed her hair out of the way and kissed her neck lightly.

  We didn’t say anything. We only teased each other a little, being careful not to wake Kaylee. After a moment, she pulled away from me to put Kaylee down in the crib, and there was a brief moment where we stood and watched, listening.

  Apparently she’d only been restless in her sleep, and being held for a minute was all she needed to settle back down.

  With Kaylee out of her arms, Hollie turned and looked up at me with desire in her eyes. It seemed she wanted me to guide her through it, though, as if she didn’t want to make any moves herself.

  I took her by the hand and pulled her into the hallway with me. Then I led her into my room, where I left the door cracked so we could hear Kaylee if she woke up again.

  Without a word, I took Hollie’s face in my hands and pulled her to mine, placing my lips on hers in a demanding kiss. Her lips were soft, like kissing the clouds on a late summer afternoon—a hot, sweaty afternoon, full of intense passion.

  Her hands ran up my arms and down my sides. Her thin fingers gripped the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, letting me out for her to wrap her hand around my shaft.

  I pulled my mouth away from hers and gasped as she gripped and stroked me. It had been months since a woman’s hands had been on me, and Hollie’s touch was unlike any touch before.

  I grabbed the oversized t-shirt she’d pulled from the drawers in the guestroom and pulled it off over her head. I took her tits in my hands, so soft, round, and full, the perfect size for my grip. She sucked in her breath through her teeth as I squeezed them and ran my fingers across her nipples.

  She gripped me and pulled me closer, running me along the soft fabric of her panties. I could feel how wet she was already. She’d been waiting for this. I listened to her pant as I kissed her neck and shoulders.

  I turned her around with my hands still on her breasts, pushing her back to my bed. She fell away from me, landing on her back with her knees up. She grabbed her panties and pulled them down, revealing the bare flesh between her legs to me.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I told her with a grin on my face, growing even harder as I vocalized what I’d been thinking.

  “Who’s going to tell us not to?”

  “That’s my girl.”

  I climbed up on top of her and pressed myself down between her legs, running my shaft up along her tight, wet lips. She arched her back and grabbed my hips while I reached for a condom in the drawer on my nightstand.

  She took my hand and pulled it up in front of her face. Looking right at me with her eyes sparkling in the half-light from the cracked door, she took the foil packet between her teeth and pulled my hand back, tearing it open.

  Then, she pulled the rubber out and held it between her thin fingers as she reached down with her other hand to grab my manhood again. I sat up from her and let her roll the ring down my cock. She gripped me as she pressed it all the way down to the base of my shaft.

  She had seemed so innocent in my office that morning, but in my bed, I was realizing she was anything but. She was experienced, and she knew what she wanted.

  She knew what I was about to give her and was ready for it, wet and warm, anticipating it in the arch of her back as I pressed my head against the tight, hairless folds of skin between her thighs.

  She parted willingly for me, letting me inside. As I pressed myself in, passing inch by inch through her opening, I felt her closing tight around me, gripping me tight.

  Her legs shook as I entered her, and her hands gripped the sheets on either side of her. The bed shifted with the tension in her body, in her arms. I pushed myself deeper into her, until I felt her hips pressing against mine.

  “Oh, fuck, Jude,” she gasped. She tilted her head back, looking up toward my headboard, her eyes clenched as tightly as her fists.

  I put a hand under her neck and held her head up so that we were staring into each other’s eyes as I drove myself into her, penetrating deep into her wet core.

  She was so tight, and so perfectly wet. I could feel her juices spreading out around my base as I pumped her full of cock, ramming myself into her.

  “Is that what you like?” I asked her, panting above her. “You like me deep in that tight little hole?”

  She bit her lip and nodded quickly, whimpering as I continued to force myself in through her tight entrance.

  Finally, I let go of her neck and let her head fall back onto the bed, where her back was still arching upwards.

  I ran my hands down her neck, over her collar bones, to her breasts, taking them into my grip again. I squeezed and listened to her moan as she let go of the sheets to grab my hands.

  I could feel her nipples hardening between my fingers, and her hands held mine in place, urging me to get a tighter grip on her.

  As I did, the arch in her back grew deeper. Then, she violently bucked her hips towards me, ramming herself against me, driving me deep inside her.

  I held myself in place as she started rotating her hips beneath me. She sucked on her bottom lip with a determined look on her face as she started to ride me from underneath.

  I could feel her steadily tightening around me. She whined with each thrust, until she started to shake. Then, her hands left mine.

  One gripped the back of my neck, the other my arm, as if holding on for leverage as she rolled her hips harder and harder against me. Her panting grew raspy, her whimpering higher pitched. Her legs tightened around me, and I could feel her growing wetter, hotter inside.

  “I’m cumming, Jude,” she blurted out. “Oh God, I’m cumming.”

  She fucked me furiously, holding me in place as she rolled her hips against me.

  “I can’t stop,” she whined, pressing herself harder and harder against me each time she thrust her hips to mine. Her body began to shake, and to squeeze my manhood like a fist.

  I tilted my head back and grunted, pushing myself against her as I erupted with her, cumming together as one. I arched my back, gripping her breasts, and pushing down against her chest as I did. Our bodies hardened together as we shared our ecstasy.

  Finally, as our rapturous orgasms passed, our bodies relaxed. I collapsed beside her on my bed, letting go of her.

  As I slid out of her, I reached down and pulled off the condom, tossing it in the trash by my bed. She curled up beside me, resting her head on my chest. I took her in my arms.

  “Holy shit, baby,” I sighed. My heart still pounded in my chest as my lungs worked to pull in as much air as they could.

  She moaned and smiled, running a hand over the contours of my chest and stomach. I didn’t know whether to expect her to return to her room or to let her sleep in my bed next to me. I hadn’t shared my bed with anyone since Marie left.

  I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it and I didn’t know what Hollie was going to expect of me if I let her fall asleep next to me on her first night in the house.

  Before I could make a decision, she made it for me. I felt her touch soften, felt her body heave m
ore slowly, more evenly, as she drifted off to sleep in my arms.

  I figured it wasn’t such a bad idea to let her stay with me for the night. Like she’d said, who was going to tell us not to do this?

  Other than my conscience.

  I pulled the covers up over our naked bodies, and I listened to her breathing as I drifted off to sleep myself.

  Sleep seemed to come more easily, more peacefully with someone else’s warmth and weight next to me in the bed. I caught myself pulling her close to me, wrapping both arms around her, and holding her under the covers.

  Her body was so soft against my firm muscles. Her skin was silky smooth, and I couldn’t help but run my hand up and down her back. I kissed her on her forehead before the remaining hours of the night finally took me away.

  When the morning came, she’d rolled away from me, stretching the covers between us. I woke up to the sun coming in through the window, a few minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off.

  I turned it off and carefully slid out of bed to keep from waking her. I pulled my boxers on and slipped out of the room to check on Kaylee in the nursery. She was still sound asleep as well.

  “It’s good having someone here again, isn’t it?”

  I wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, grinning as I asked the question under my breath, musing over the immediate benefits of having young Hollie with us. We both seemed to be sleeping better already.

  I took advantage of the few moments of sleepy silence and climbed into the shower to wash off the previous night’s lust and get ready for the coming day. I didn’t want to take too long; I wanted to be out before Kaylee woke up, waking Hollie with her.

  I scrubbed my body under the near-scalding water, feeling any stress in my muscles leaving through the steam that filled the bathroom.

  When I climbed out and closed the shower door, I listened to the house before grabbing my towel. I could hear the dripping water behind me in the shower, the water dripping from me onto the bath rug at my feet.