Page 65 of The Surrogate Nanny
“Y-you should’ve seen your face. Sensual massage; you’re so gullible, Anthony.”
“Can you blame me? You were pretty convincing.”
“Forgive me for pranking you, but I couldn’t resist. My masseuse was a woman.”
“You’re trouble when you’re tipsy, Simone,” I said, handing her the flute. She might be a bit of a menace, but I loved Tipsy Simone. I’d never seen her so carefree and vibrant. Since I’d met her, there seemed to be a raincloud that constantly hovered over her. Granted, that raincloud turned into a thundercloud when I showed up on her doorstep and reclaimed Nori. However, since living under one roof, I’d noticed the cloud begin to dissipate and the sun shine through.
“Am I too much for you to handle, Anthony?” she purred.
The corner of my mouth twitched.
She’s a flirt when she’s under the influence…I quite like that.
“A timid thing such as yourself? Never.”
A fire blazed in her eyes at the sound of a challenge. She wanted to prove me wrong.
She smirked. “I hope that you and Nori enjoy your father-daughter day.”
“Come with us,” I said, wanting another chance to see her in a bikini. I couldn’t get her out of my head, and like an animal, I jacked off to a photo of Simone taken at the beach last night. I was so desperate for spank bank material that I had to crop Nori out of the picture beforehand. I wanted Simone…badly; however, I wasn’t sure if she felt the same. Was there enough sexual chemistry between us to set off an explosion? I believed so, but I didn’t want to be the one to make the first move. I at least needed some sort of sign from her.
“I’m gonna sit this one out. What time do we have to meet with the yacht broker?” she asked, standing to her feet with Nori on her rounded hip.
“3:00.”
“Perfect. I’ll have lunch and take a siesta before we leave.”
She gave Nori a round of overbearing motherly kisses that made Nori scrunch her face in displeasure.
“I think Nori’s had enough.”
“Oh, yeah?” Simone challenged. “Well, I haven’t had enough. I guess I’ll have to get my fill from someone else,” she said, setting our daughter to the floor.
I groaned when Simone’s lips met mine. Her lips moved aggressively, and my lips parted submissively, letting her have her way with me. Her tongue moved teasingly against mine, forcing me to chase her. My brain nearly short-circuited when she palmed me through my swimming trunks.
“My God, Anthony. I think you might hurt me with this,” she whispered against my lips, squeezing my dick harder.
“Maybe just a little bit, but you’ll loosen up for me.”
“You promise?”
“Fuck, Simone.”
“Language, Anthony James,” she teased with a warning squeeze. I grabbed her wrist. I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Splash pad…I need to go…now.”
Simone smirked and stepped away. “I hope you two have a blast. Nori, be good for Daddy.”
I huffed. My dick hardened more when she called me Daddy.
It’s official. Simone Livingston has given me the green light.
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“Mr. Powell?”
“Hm?”