Page 46 of The Surrogate Nanny
“Yeah?” he asked with a crooked grin that was hard to ignore.
“Yeah.”
“I’m glad because I have something to tell you.” He paused and looked at my lips before returning eye contact. “I booked plane tickets.”
I blinked out of my stupor. “Where are you going?” I whispered back. I didn’t understand why we were whispering, but I liked it. It was intimate, and it felt like we were passing secrets only we knew.
“You’re a bad listener, Simone. I said I booked plane tickets.”
“As in more than one?”
“As in three. We’re going to Florida. An extraordinary someone has a birthday coming up.”
My birthday is in a few weeks. He’s talking about me.
Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. They were soft and sweet, better than I imagined.
He stilled, not reciprocating my advance.
Oh, shit. Did I read the room wrong?
I lurched back and looked away in embarrassment. “I am...so sorry. That was so unprofessional of me. I-I got caught up in the moment, and I—” I stood, clamoring nonsensically. I edged away when Anthony’s large hand wrapped around my wrist. He snatched me down into his lap with unexpected force. He stared into my eyes, cupped my face, and lifted my chin.
“Don’t apologize,” he murmured. “You gave me what I wanted,” he whispered.
Our lips collided desperately. His hand sank from my face to the nape of my neck, forcing me closer than I thought I’d ever be to Anthony Powell.
I felt him beneath me—hot and hard as steel. My heart pounded in my ears when he forced me to straddle him. His grip on me was firm, and his caressing tongue stole my breath. I was pressed close against him, but it was not enough. I needed more. I wanted him deep, filling me, marking me and making me his.
His hands received the message and hiked my dress above my hips. A wanton moan escaped me as he rocked me over his erection.
Suddenly, he pulled away; however, our lips still touched as we caught our breaths. Our chests heaved in cadence.
“If...you want to leave, now’s the time. The last thing on my mind is watching a movie and eating pasta.”
I nodded softly and stood on shaky legs. He watched me with evident desire as I pulled my dress down. My face burned red hot when I noticed a wet spot on the front of his gray sweats. It was from my soaked panties.
Oh, my God.
“That...sounds like a great idea. Goodnight, Anthony.”
He smirked and adjusted himself. “Goodnight, Simone.”
I left the media room on unsteady legs and an indescribable ache between my thighs.
“Damn…I should’ve stayed.”
Chapter Nineteen
Anthony
A moan escaped me when Simone bit my bottom lip with a gentle tug. It’d been so long that I barely recognized the sound. She continued to nibble at my lip as my fingers ghosted her warm parted thighs that straddled my lap. My hips snapped up fluidly when she sucked my abused flesh into her mouth, releasing it with a loud pop. Her arousal...her sweet juices leaked down my dick into my pubic hair. I reached between us, collected her it, and teased her clit, providing more friction.?
“Mmmm, Anthony,” she whispered as she rode me at an unhurried pace—making love to me. Her pleas were tender, wanton, and full of need and desire. I took over and was eternally grateful my leg was behaving. One hand gripped her ass, and the other held the back of her neck, not allowing her to escape from me. Her warm breath from her labored breathing ghosted my face. I inhaled deeply, nearly getting off on her scent—she smelled like us—mother, father, friend, and lover.
What’s happening? Did we wind up in bed together after the kiss we shared last night?
“I love you, Anthony,” she whispered against my lips. My mouth dropped in shock.