Chapter 2

Two

Peyton

J ude Hawkins makes me tremble when it's one hundred degrees out and not a wisp of the hot California air blowing.

I'm not fairing any better here.

I didn't set out to be a nanny. I was in between jobs when my brother Oliver called me about filling in as a nanny for Lila. This job is easily the luckiest break I've had in a life remarkably known for shitty circumstances and unfortunate events.

I hit it off with six-year-old Lila immediately. Around me, she's a bubbly, energetic soul who makes me feel like anything is possible in life. From what I was told, before I arrived, the poor thing hardly cracked a smile. Her unhappiness stemmed from a string of ‘the best' nannies who excelled in French and Judo. I roll my eyes every time I think about it. Every one of those nannies failed to understand that a lonely six-year-old girl needs someone to listen to their version of life, play Barbies, and be a reliable source of comfort.

I was pretty surprised to discover I could actually provide all three of those things when I can't even figure out my own life. I love Lila like she's my own. I lost my mother at eight and was raised by a large loving extended family but that emptiness for your mother never really went away.

Lila's mother isn't dead, but being a mother isn't Amber's top priority and trust me, it shows like a Las Vegas neon sign. I'm not trying to be bitchy; it's the simple truth. She's an in-demand model and her schedule keeps her at advertising photo shoots, red carpet events, and runway shows. Her time with Lila is rare, which isn't what a six-year-old needs, especially when her father is away most of the time too.

But I'm not complaining. In addition to an excellent salary, I have my room in the Los Angeles family home.

There is just one little problem.

My boss. One utterly gorgeous Jude Hawkins of Crush.

Hmm. Make that two problems.

While I might have an embarrassing reaction to my boss every time he looks my way, I also have a past. One he doesn't know about. One I've never told a soul about.

I mean, it's not like I can walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, baby, I want you to spread me out on the table and make love to me and by the way, I side hustle as a jewel thief slash smuggler.'

I know for a fact none of that would look pretty on a resume. My brother has no idea either. A few years back, I was flat broke. Living in LA is crazy-expensive. I needed money and smuggling paid ridiculously well. It helped that I had no prior record and a sweet face.

But trying to put a few smuggling jobs behind me is no easy feat. I thought I'd been hidden well enough from the man who got me into that mess—my abusive dickface ex, Conner. But he found me two weeks before I left LA for this trip. Then again, he always did.

Fear grips my heart just thinking about it. When I first arrived in LA, I met Conner at a small party. He seemed nice enough. After a couple of months of dating, he found out just how broke I was and offered to help. Oliver was helping me, but he always sent money back to our Ohio family. I was desperate to prove I could make it on my own and at the time, Conner made everything sound so adventurous. In other words, I was an inexperienced little girl and walked right into Conner's well-laid trap.

Unless I do this one final job, he'll expose my criminal past to my new boss and then where will I be left? On the street most likely, and I will probably drag my brother down with me by pure association. No way in hell anyone would let me care for their children if my dark past is ever exposed.

"Cute kid. She mine?" Conner sat down next to me at the park playground where I take Lila three times a week to play on the swings.

I close my eyes and shiver.

His dark hair was slicked back with an ungodly amount of gel. If you ever watched a movie where the small-time criminal always lurked in the shadows wearing a leather jacket and a snide smile you'd have Conner. Which is what he was—a small-time criminal. What everyone missed right off, including me, was how vicious he could be.

He wore a black silk shirt, white pants and that ugly leather jacket in ninety-degree weather. I swear the man looked like an extra from the set of Miami Vice.

Ice filled my veins when the stench of his aftershave clogged my nostrils. My eyes immediately went to Lila. She was playing with another young child while her nanny was distracted on the phone.

"Get lost, Conner." I pushed to my feet but I didn't get too far before a sweaty hand clamped down on my arm.

I turned, teeth bared. "If you even think of touching her, my boss will kill you." I spoke each clipped word through gritted teeth. Every fiber of my body wanted to grab Lila and call for help. Lila was farther from me than Conner, though. Causing a scene and scaring the kids wouldn't help anyone so I ripped my arm out of his clutch and turned to leave.

I got five paces before a wall of leather and greed blocked me.

"Relax, baby. I don't deal with snot-nosed bratty celeb kids. You know my true love is all about the good stuff."

True. Conner only dealt with cash and precious minerals. If it could be stolen or scammed, he wanted in for a cut.

"I'm not your girlfriend and I sure as shit don't work for you anymore, Conner. Get lost or I swear to God Himself I'll scream." I hated that my voice quivered at the end.

"Don't be like that." Conner ran the back of his hand down my bare arm.

Despite the sun's warmth, I shivered as though we stood in the middle of the Arctic.

"You were the best runner I had. I didn't know how good I had it with you until you ran off."

I opened my mouth, but Conner cut in and raised a hand. "It must be because you look so sweet. That mouth of yours doesn't look like it would melt butter. But we both know that's not true, right? And I do miss that mouth of yours. But enough of old times—I'm a man who values free enterprise. Though it would be a shame for your fuckwad of a boss to know what you did before you started taking care of his precious daughter. I'm a reasonable man. If you do this one little job for me, I'll keep my mouth shut." He turned and threw a look at Lila. "Or, I just might switch up the type of product I move."

Rage poured through me. "I wouldn't steal an empty gum wrapper for you." I folded my arms across my breasts and though I never tried to intimidate another soul in my life, I straightened to my full five three height and glowered at Conner. "And like I said, try touching the girl and you'll have your balls handed to you."

He had a way of making me feel like I stepped in a puddle of sewage.

"I have new partners who don't have such a deep-rooted moral compass. You'd best change that attitude, bitch. Or the kid might be the new target."

I swallowed sharply.

Conner took my silence for compliance.

"See now, that's not the right attitude to take, baby. This is one little job, and you're already going to be there anyway."

"What?" I can feel the control I wrestled back from Conner the day I walked out on him slip right back into his filthy hands.

"Smuggler's Bay in the Bahamas. Your boss has a house there, and that's where the job is. Simple as pie, I promise."

"How do you even know this?"

"You're not the only one with ties to the rich and powerful." I slapped him when he tried to tap the end of my nose. "Remember, baby, the underground world has big ears, too."

I left the park that day feeling contaminated to the core. After I helped Lila get ready for bed, I scrubbed my skin until it was tender under a hot shower that night, but it didn't help.

Blackness tarnished every cell in my body. Slime is all I can think of when I recall Conner's words. Tears stung the back of my eyes thinking about innocent Lila sleeping in her bed. If any harm were to come to her...

...fucking bastard.

But worse than that, he is ruthless. And I don't doubt he'd love telling Mr. Hawkins all about my less than ideal past or following through on his other threat.

One might think all this is bad enough, but the truth of the matter is besides being blackmailed by Conner, I have another equally serious problem.

I am in love with my boss.

It didn't happen overnight, and I sure the hell didn't plan on it happening. Talk about a recipe for disaster.

But it's easy to love Jude Hawkins. Bless the California heat and the rocker's love for swimming. Thanks to both I can firmly say I've never seen a better set of chiseled abs. I especially love the way his enormous body looks gliding through water. I've dreamed about raking my fingers through all that dark, wavy hair. Looking into his eyes and telling him to sink into me deeper as he claims my body with his.

But what gets my panties embarrassingly wet is his brooding. He never smiles except with Lila. There's just something intense about being around him that makes me excited like when he's channeling all this power on stage.

Now it's just the two of us alone in this house. No little one, no Conner.

This is my chance for Jude to see me as a woman, not just Lila's nanny. And I'm pretty sure he was checking out my breasts at dinner though it was hard to tell over candlelight. Normally I'd throw on a sweatshirt over my swimsuit, but I want him to notice the hard little points my nipples create. And believe me, it isn't from the cold.

Following dinner, I excuse myself to take a quick shower. After I towel off, I consider my options and go straight for the robe at the foot of my bed. I bought it for this occasion. I slip the silk sleeves over my bare arms and cinch the tie around my waist with a neat bow.

I find in my absence Jude cleared away the dishes and settled in the observatory.

"Over here, come. Watch the lightning show with me."

Hurricane lights and a few candles are scattered around in various spots so I don't stub a toe, but they also do a fantastic job of showing off the fact I don't have anything on underneath.

I chance a look at him and sure enough, his eyes rove over the way my heavy breasts sway with each step. I don't think he knows I can see, but his lips pull back in a slow gliding smile. The soft glow of candlelight makes it feel like we are the only ones in the world.

He's sitting on the end of the sofa, drink in hand with another on the low table in front of him. Holding a hand out, he offers it to me.

"Take this. It will chase away the last of the chills from the rain."

"Sorry I took so long." Our fingers brush when I take the glass of whiskey he's poured for me. I'm more of a wine girl, but I have a feeling tonight will be filled with a lot of firsts. His dark eyes lock on mine and this time the cold has nothing to do with why I shiver.

Jude rubs a finger against his lower lip. His dark eyes are hidden from me now. He has tucked his head against his chest like he's praying. "Peyton, you make me want to do bad things. You should have taken the offer and stayed at a hotel."

His voice is rough with restraint, and I'm on the verge of throwing myself at him hearing those words come from his mouth. But I rein myself in. He doesn't need me acting like some fangirl who can't keep their senses about them.

My heartbeat thunders in my ears. I swallow. "I'd like that."

I cringe inwardly. Oh, come on! That's all I've got?

Jude gives a tight laugh, a brow raised. "I'm not talking about picking up your dry cleaning for you, Peyton. I crave to know what you sound like, feel like, and taste like when you come all over my mouth and cock."

Holy fuck.

I've been fantasizing about hearing these words from his lips for months. In my room, I drag out my vibrator to images of him on a nightly basis. Goosebumps pebble my arms. I was close to coming at the thought of us .

"I want that too , Mister...Jude," I quickly correct myself.

Jude growls, his eyes back on me, and I'm sucked into those gorgeous depths. Pulled into his power.

I come to stand in front of him. One slip of my leg and my folds would be bared to him.

He wraps his strong fingers around my hips and I can feel the strength of them through my thin robe. "Go up to your room and close the door, sweetheart. I'm no good for you."

"I hear you, I really do." I loosen the belt of my robe a little at a time. Warmth climbs my neck and spills across my cheeks. The tie slips an inch, and then another until both sides of my robe fall to the sides.

"Fuck, Peyton what have you done to me?" he purrs.

Cool air from the storm brushes over my heated skin. My fingers tremble as I peel the sides away farther to reveal my large breasts.

"The same thing you've done to me, Jude." A million feelings rush through me. I am laying myself bare to my boss and this could have so many repercussions come morning, but I shove the truth of those thoughts into a dark corner of my mind. "I think you're just what I need."

I feel excited, nervous, and most of all, powerful.

He stands and towers over me, gripping my chin in his large hand. My eyes are drawn to the perfect symmetry of his jawline, defined cheekbones and sensual lips that drive half of the world's female population wild with lust.

He moves his hands to my shoulders and slips them beneath the thin wrapping I called a robe. His eyes glitter as he studies my breasts before dipping lower to the apex of my thighs. "Think you can seduce your boss?"

"Yes," I say with confidence I don't feel. He reaches up and loosens my hair, causing the heavy length to tumble over my shoulders.

"Come here," he says quietly. He doesn't need to say it any louder. Not with the amount of power infused into his words. How he does it I don't know, but it must be how he commands the attention on a stage in front of thousands.

I step forward, feeling the cool marble under my bare feet. It's in stark contrast to the rest of me that's burning wildly.

He traces a thumb over my jawline and I can't help but whimper. I've wanted this for so long. His firm hand on my hip feels forbidden. Wrong in a way, yet so right.

A tiny movement and he has my robe in a puddle at my feet. Low rumbling thunder vibrates against the windows, and I feel it deep inside me. Like my inner beast stretching, coming alive, roaring under this man's heated touch.

My body is on full display for one of the world's most desirable men, and he is looking at me as though I'm a goddess before him.

He lowers his heavy weight to the edge of the couch and the lower he goes the lower his hands fall. Over the ample curve of my breasts, down the dip of my waist until they come to settle on my hips. There he tightens his fingers, and I groan at the way his hold is so possessive. The burn of each finger against my flesh makes the tight nub between my folds throb with need.

His breath is hot against my stomach. With a hand behind my knee, he pulls a foot up to rest on the couch beside him. Standing like this I'm wide open, my wetness for him no longer a secret.

His fingers lightly skim my ankles, calves, and knees. He continues up my thighs, and I widen my stance, but his fingers keep moving over my belly and up to my breasts. My nipples harden under his gaze. I feel a yearning deep inside me. I swear I'm about to faint from want for this man, but he's moving slowly so I take his lead and let him drink in his fill.

"I want to make you mine. But this has to be a secret between us then everything goes back to normal after the weekend." His voice is controlled. His lovely mouth pulled into a tight, grim line.

"Tell me what to do." I reach out brushing the soft pad of my thumb over his lips and moan when he sucks it into the heat of his mouth. His powerful tongue makes me shiver because I want him licking me everywhere, especially between my legs. Inside me feels hot and feverish. I want to do anything that will soothe this feverish ache.

Spread wide, I glide the tips of my fingers down my stomach and bury two between my sticky, wet folds.

"Ah!" I gasp from the sheer shock of finally being touched, even if by my own hand. "Do you want to see how I touch myself when I think of you, Jude? Will that make this easier for you?" I can't believe I am saying something so intensely private, but we both need something to give us a final push.

Ever so slowly, I swirl my fingers around my tight bud. My whole body shakes and my knees grow weak.

There is something about the dark house with just the two of us that makes it seem like we are the only two people in the world.

His hands slide over the curves of my ass and I'm suddenly pulled into his lap, my legs pinned wide open. "No," he commands, those dark eyes of his serious and full of intent. "I'll take care of every moment of pleasure you have this weekend myself." His grip is firm and I'm instantly wetter than I've ever been.

Holding my gaze, he takes my hand in his and licks my fingers clean of my girl cum.

He leans forward, running a tongue around one nipple, and I gasp loudly. It feels like heaven as I arch against him. My moans echo off the domed glass ceiling, and I quickly quiet them out of habit. Placing my hands on the side of my breasts, I push the ample weight together, offering myself to him.

Jude stops sucking, and I give a mewl of frustration. "I want your every sound. Don't hold anything back from me." He stands up with me in his arms and my robe belt in hand. "Do you trust me?"

My eyes are transfixed by the belt. I give a nod. I want Jude to tie me up more than I've wanted anything in my life. In my mind, I am already his.

He holds me tightly, his hands firmly on my ass as he leads us upstairs to his room. Lila and I have twin beds in her room at one end of the hall on the second floor. His room is at the other end. I peeked into his room before and imagined all sorts of ways he could pleasure me on his king bed.

He places me on the end of the bed and steps back to light a hurricane lamp, the light a soft glow.

"Do we need that?" I prefer the darkness, and somehow, it makes me feel daring.

He rumbles a low chuckle, eyes hooded. "I want to see every inch of you when you come for me so yes, we need that, baby."

I swallow my nerves. The last part of that sure sounds good to me.

His room has a wall of windows facing the ocean. The curtains are open to reveal the ongoing storm beyond; the light from the lamp reflects off the black windows.

He holds out a hand and I take it. "On your knees in the middle of the bed, sweetheart. Turn away from me and bend over. Show me what I'm about to claim." His eyes stay on me as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Inch by inch he reveals deeply tanned skin and a perfectly chiseled physique.

The heat of his gaze sears me to the bed as I comply with his gritty command.

It is now or never. I lower my head to the bed and arch my back, pushing my ass into the air. I am utterly exposed in this position. Part of me is screaming what the fuck am I doing? And yet a deeper part is desperate to be understood for who I am.

I feel the bed depress as Jude joins me. He brushes my hair off my back so that it falls forward over my shoulders. He runs a fingertip down the ridges of my spine.

"Beautiful girl," he whispers as his hands round over the globes of my ass. "Do you want me to spank your lovely ass?"

"Yes," I admit eagerly as he strokes over my exposed skin.

But instead of his large hand on my ass, he flips me over, making me gasp. I land on my back in the center of the bed. He is over me in a flash, pinning my wrists over my head with one of his hands.

"There's time for spankings later, my sweet baby. I see the untouched desire deep inside you, sweetheart. I see what no other man has touched and it only makes me desire you more." His other hand strokes the curve of my jaw then drops to my breast. He rolls a taut nipple lightly between his fingers until it's achingly hard.

I shift my hips restlessly on the bed. I want more. So much more.

"Yes," I admit freely again. I'd secretly fantasized Jude was a man who took control in the bedroom. Not entirely BDSM. I've read up on that, watched videos and did my research. I know I'm a submissive, but not the whole leather floggers and ball gags kinda girl. But tie me up, spank my ass and take control...hell yes! I need someone who possessed what I needed and had no problem delivering.

I feel something heavy and wet drag across my stomach, and I groan when I realize it's his heavy cock leaking pre-cum.

With my hands held above my head, I arch as his tongue flicks out again—tasting my body. He kisses down my torso before raising his head to stare down at me.

"You are a submissive."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I, uh, don't know." I blush. What I want from sex confuses me. I am an independent woman who always makes her own way. How can I want something so different when I am naked?

"Liar." He laughs softly. "The first rule is honesty. Are you a submissive?"

"Maybe. Yes." I can feel the burn of embarrassment hit hard. My entire body buzzes with tingling realization of admitting my truth to someone like Jude.

He tangles his hands in my hair and brushes his soft, firm lips across mine in an unhurried kiss. His tongue pushes between my lips, and I open for him with a whimper. The burst of bittersweetness from the alcohol hits my tongue. He deepens the kiss and lingers before he pulls away.

"That's an honest answer." He runs his hands down my body with a touch so gentle; I strain upward for more contact. "Do you like this?" He gestures to my hands above my head.

"Yes." My cheeks burn.

"Have you ever been tied up before?"

"No." My sexual experiences were limited to Conner. If I were going to kiss and tell, I wouldn't have much to say. For all his supposed worldliness, he was a remarkably unimaginative lover.

"Good. Then I'll be your first."

"There's something else you should know." I pause. I'm not sure what Jude is expecting, but I want to be honest with him. That feels especially crucial.

"I'm not into the whole extra lover or floggers," I whisper against his cheek. He has some stubble, and I love the faint roughness of it under my lips.

A faint smile lightens his expression and I marvel at the way it changes his features. Softens them. "Good, sweetheart, because neither am I."

Using my belt, he ties my hands to the headboard. The fabric is soft around my wrists.

"That ok?" he asks, licking and biting his way back to my breasts. He moves between my nipples and barely finishes releasing one when he's at my throat, burning his lips into the crook of my neck, growling into my skin.

I tug at my restraints, but there's no way I can pull free. A dangerous mix of excitement and lust bubble inside me.

With one last lingering kiss, Jude pushes to his knees and when his hands trail down my thighs to my feet, I give a full body shiver. One at a time, he takes each foot and puts it flat on the bed, leaving me thighs spread wide around him and open. I've never felt so vulnerable yet safe in all my life.

I am laid bare before him, and he sits back, admiring the view. For a moment I glance down between us wanting to see what he sees. My folds are parted to reveal the pink, delicate tip of my bud. So swollen and wet.

Precum drips from the crown of his shaft and as dirty as it seems, I'm desperate for him to spill his seed inside me. God, it would be so hot to have him mark my body with his hot cum.

"Your pussy is lovely. So pink and wet." He draws a finger up my thigh before stroking a rough thumb over my clit. "But it would look even better filled with my cum."

A low moan escapes me. I can't help but arch my back and tug at my restraints. His touch and his dirty talk makes more juice spill from my center to leave me wetter.

"You like that, beautiful? You like me telling you how much I want to sink into your beautiful body and claim this sweetness for myself?"

He's barely finished his words before he forces my thighs wider still to fit his massive shoulders. When the heat of his tongue drags over my slit, I moan, tugging at the belt restraining me.

"Yes." I gasp as he sinks two fingers inside my dripping wet channel.

"Fuck, baby! Your pussy juice is sugary sweet." He strokes me some more before removing his fingers from my velvety walls then runs one wet finger up my belly, around my breasts, and to my bottom lip.

I capture his finger and suck hard.

His eyes flare. "You greedy girl, I didn't say you could suck your pussy juice from my finger." He takes the other wet digit and sucks on it himself. "You taste fantastic. But you're going to have to learn your lesson. From now on, you do as I say."

"What happens if I don't?" I move my hips restlessly.

His eyes drift down to me spread open before him and at his mercy.

"I'd say you'd get a spanking, but something tells me you'd love that. I'll have to think of other ways to make you beg me for pleasure." He glances down, bringing my attention to his heavy veined cock.

Holy fuck. His cock is huge like as in monster-sized. And his balls too. Now I understand the expression "well hung" because Conner is snack-size compared to Jude.

Wrapping a large hand around his length, Jude strokes himself from base to tip. Cum spills from the fat head and he guides the tip to my clit, smearing himself all over me. I watch this muscled alpha of a man pleasuring himself between my legs, and I swear the sight makes me wish I had my hands free.

I want Jude but I work for him. I should keep things strictly professional. But I don't care. I want that huge fucking cock inside me, pounding me into his bed until I scream his name in my release.

He continues stroking as he speaks to me. "Peyton, I swore I would never have another child with anyone, but you make me want to spill all my seed into you and hope I get you pregnant. Selfish as that sounds, Peyton, I want to fill your pretty pussy with my cum."

Drops precum glistens on his cock. I feel like my body is going to burst into flames. I want to be consumed by him.

"Please let me suck you first." I lick my lips.

"You'd like that, you little tease. All this time in my own house I've wanted to fuck you and then you suck me off?"

"I'm thirsty. For you, Jude." Our gazes connect, and in that one moment I feel his needs mesh with my own.

Jude growls, fisting his cock in a tight hold. "Fuck! Peyton, you are going to be the death of me." He makes his point by rubbing the spot on his chest over his heart.

I make a scene by pulling on my hands. "Come closer, Jude. I can't reach you tied up like this and I need to taste you. Please." I pitch my voice low and throaty, trying to tempt him. "Untie me so I can touch you."

"No, I want to fuck you just like this." Jude's voice is rough. "I want you tied up and your body taking every inch of me."

His filthy command sends tiny lightning bolts shooting through my body, and for a minute, I'm the one giving Mother Nature a show instead of the other way around.

The idea of being his this way seems to be the most beautiful thing ever. I want to fill the emptiness inside me with Jude.

"How badly do you want to suck me off?" he asks, stroking himself.

I resent him touching himself because I want to do that. I want to bring him pleasure with my mouth.

"I want it more than anything." My eyes well with tears. It's true. It's like my whole life has been leading up to this moment. All I want is Jude to sink his length into my mouth and take from me the way I'll be taking from him.

He shakes his head. "I'm going to fill this pussy first. You won't be able to beg me with your mouth full of my cock."

I whimper softly, "Please."

Jude kneels between my open legs, his large thighs pinning me wide. He brings a hand between my legs and cups my aching pussy. He slips the crown of his dick between my sticky folds wet with girl cum and slowly teases my clit with a slow circular motion. My juices glisten off the tip in the low light of the lamps.

He growls a sexy sound that reaches into me and makes me practically buck off the bed. Holy fuck. I scream into the crook of my arm as little bursts of energy flash through my body, making me dizzy with need.

He's bent over me, peppering me with tender kisses across my quivering belly. It's surreal to see such a powerful, large man be so gentle and loving.

"Easy, baby girl. I'm going to take care of you. Open those pretty eyes." He repeats the same knee-weakening motion around my pleasure nub, but this time when the head of his cock rubs my clit, his shaft nestles between my folds.

I tug at the knot above me. I want to get closer to him. I crave to fell all that hard muscles under my hands.

His hands are on my hips as he slowly sinks into me, inch by slow agonizing inch.

I take a deep breath, feeling his fullness enter me, stretching me around his massive size. He is impossibly big and I'm shaking from the burst of pleasure seeping through every cell in my body.

He swears. "I knew you'd be tight, Peyton." A subtle sheen of sweat glistens off his shoulders. I've never seen a man look sexier. "But fuck. This is amazing."

"Untie me. I need to feel you, hold you tighter."

"On no, baby girl. I want to work you over so that your pussy is full of my cum. If you get your hands on me, I'm finished. I'm going to pay you back for wanting you for so long. It's been torture having you under my roof and not being able to claim you."

Jude thrusts the rest of the way inside me, pressing me back into the bed. He is seated so deeply inside me, his balls nestle against my ass.

"Oh God," I moan into the bedsheets. He's so big and the walls of my pussy clings to his massive girth. With how he's leaning over me, his cock buried so deep, I feel utterly dominated.

"That feels so good." I dig my heels into him, pulling him closer, deeper.

"You like me balls deep inside that tight little cunt?"

"Yes!" I cry, trying to shimmy, but his hands are clamped down on my hips and he's not letting me move.

Jude pulls almost all the way out of me. A few whimpers escape at the loss of him, but he thrusts deep inside, hammering me down onto the bed. I love that feeling of being possessed by him. Though I would never admit to another soul, I love the lewd sound of my slick wetness filling the room, increasing my excitement. I can feel the throbbing of his cock buried deep. I am losing myself in him as he works me. With each thrust, my skin begins to tingle as he increases his pace. I never want this to stop. I want to be his forever.

"Now you're going to be a good girl and not come until I tell you."

His chest is heaving from heavy breathing.

I can only manage a faint, "Yes." It is like my body is outside itself. I am no longer Peyton but just a bundle of pleasured nerve endings seeking their release. Deep inside me, a warmth starts to burn. I want to be his so much. The need is raw, living and every breath I take I feel the desire to be his. Be all he'll ever need.

Jude pants. "I love how your pussy gloves my cock so perfectly."

I smile lazily, pressing with my heels to pull him back when he starts to withdraw. Then he drives into me again and that rush of warmth inside me grows. I fist my restraints and hold on.

He pumps into me harder this time. His finger seeks out my pleasure nub, making me scream in pleasure.

"Now, Peyton, come for me."

My pulse is chaotic and I feel myself come apart like an exploding star. I cry out, loving the feel of pleasure-pain as he stretches my walls around his massive size. I arch off the bed and into his arms, pulling at my restraints as I come apart. Spasm after spasm clamps the walls of my channel around his shaft.

"Fuck!" Jude's head falls back, and a masculine roar tears through the room. Hot cum spills into my sheath. He slows, and I can feel every jerk of his cock feeding my cunt his milk. He falls over me. I love his torso pressed to mine. My breasts flatten against his muscled chest as he fills my pussy again and again.

Jude pulls my restraint loose with a single tug and the belt unties. My hands are released as his arms come around me. He rolls us together so that he is laying on his back, and I am snuggled into his side. Some of his seed dribbles down my thigh. My arms are flung across his torso, and my head is on his chest.

He tips my head up to kiss me deeply. Everything about it feels right and so deeply wrong. He thinks I'm just the nanny. Just a small-town girl from the middle of nowhere. He takes the back of my head in hand, and I moan into his mouth. The kiss turns sweet, gentle and it pulls at strings that have no business tying themselves to this moment. But I'm powerless to stop them. Just as I'm powerless against what I have to do tomorrow.

"Mine," he whispers and as we drift off to sleep, I dream about his words coming true. That I truly belong to him for more than a weekend.

But come tomorrow, I have a job to do and this will be nothing more than an island fantasy.