Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I’m down on the ground, rifling through my bag until I find their shirts, pulling them out to bring to the other room with me. It’s probably why when I stand up, turning on my heel, I stop in my tracks. Taken aback at what and who is standing in front of me. How is it possible that the woman I met in Reno and had a one-night stand with is in my home?
“Oh God.” Her hand is covering her mouth, long hair tumbling down past her shoulders with shots of honey woven throughout, blue eyes framed with long dark lashes that drank me in while I was tunneling my cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy, lips that I’ve tasted when I knew I shouldn’t have even if it was to swallow her moans of pleasure she was receiving from my body. The woman who’s in my house, whose name I’m unaware of even if I know every nuance, curve, and uptick of her breath when it’s my hands, lips, and tongue on her.
“Fuck.” The word escapes me, not giving me a spare moment to recover from the slip-up. If Cammy and who I’m assuming is my mother who’s staying with the girls until I get here, along with Piper, hear, I’m going to be screwed even further.
“Dad-dad, Dadd-yyy!” Piper makes it to me first, running faster than her little body can keep up, arms up in the air, smiling big and bright. I shake myself out of the haze that I can’t control at this very moment, choosing not to be pissed in front of my family. The girls have had enough of that for a lifetime when it came to when their mom lived with us.
“There’s my Piper girl. Where’s your sister?” I ask as I lift her up under her arms, her legs wrapping around my body as I bring her in for a hug, breathing in her scent.
“Daddy’s home, Nana! Bailey, Daddy’s finally home!” Cammy is rounding the corner, my mother not far behind her. Locking down any expression that could possibly give a hint of the disastrous storm that’s brewing within my body isn’t an easy task. I hold it together, bending at the knees, moving Piper to one side of my body to make room for Cammy. The shirts I have in my hand are taken care of by what I now know is Bailey, the woman who’s had me jacking my cock more times than I care to admit since we spent the night together, and she’s also my new nanny. The one everyone is so fucking gung-ho about. If I so much as say one negative word, it’s going to be all on me. The only problem with that is I know the temptation isn’t likely to go away.
SEVEN
Bailey
Shit, fuck, damn. How in a world of nearly eight billion people did my new job have to somehow include Forest Hughes? The name definitely fits the description. Tall, dark, and handsome, he could be taken for a mountain man if he were wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and boots. As it stands, he’s wearing jeans, an olive-green cotton shirt, no shoes on his feet, softening him from when I first met him in a black-on-black suit, not a single thread out of place, owning the hotel bar, large and in charge, especially of my body. There weren’t a lot of words that needed to be said after we had made it to my hotel room. His dirty-talking mouth only made the experience make it to the top sexual encounter of my life.
Forest may be giving his daughters all his love and attention. That doesn’t mean his hazel eyes aren’t locked on mine. The biggest issue is, I swear Catherine can see and feel the tension in the room. It’s palpable. Plus, she’s looking back and forth between the two of us.
“Hi, you must be Mr. Hughes. I’m Bailey.” I give a small wave, attempting not to be awkward. Pretty sure that ship has sailed.
“Glad you’re home, Forest. Long trip?” Catherine breaks up the conversation, thankfully, because what I’d really like to do is make an excuse and take my leave. Only that won’t work. It was my grand idea to give her a night off from cooking, so it’s me who has to make sure dinner goes off without a hitch.
“The worst.” He hasn’t acknowledged my presence yet, besides undressing me with his eyes. The clothes I’m wearing are nothing remotely sexy like when I first met him. Today, I’m in a long-sleeved cream Henley shirt, since I noticed during the last couple of days the Hughes family likes to keep their house a touch on the cold side. The top two buttons are undone, nothing that shows even a smidge of cleavage. A pair of jeans that are loose, with busted knees, and pair of socks that Cammy and Piper got a kick out of. What can I say? Socks are my favorite. Characters from movies or TV shows, animals, funny sayings, it doesn’t matter. I love them all as long as they aren’t the tall tube sock style. I draw the line there, only because they aren’t as comfortable and sleeping in them makes me hot.