Page 75 of The Surrogate Nanny

“Only one.”

“Only one,” he promised. Anthony leaned in, and his lips fastened to mine with expert precision, sending my body into immediate overdrive. “All right. I had one. It’s time for you to go to—”

He was cut off when I cupped the back of his neck and yanked him down, kissing him with frantic passion. He engulfed me, slipping between my legs. I moaned against his lips when I felt him hard and heavy against me.

He kissed my face and tracked his lips down my body to my pussy, already drenched and aching for him. His lips tugged up after he kissed my stomach. “I thought you were tired, Mrs. Powell?”

“I dug deep and found my second wind.”

He chuckled darkly and lifted my satin nightgown over my hips. He slid his hands under my ass and pulled me roughly toward his mouth. My face heated, and I curled my toes preemptively. His lips pressed against my flesh, and the sensation jolted me upwards, away from the wetness of his lips. He pulled me back roughly and glared at me with those mesmerizing titanium eyes.

“Don’t run,” he growled, pulling me even closer. My head fell back, and I flung my arm over my eyes, unable to watch him as he devoured me. His fingers pried me open before swallowing me whole.

Overwhelmed, I gripped his hair. His chest rumbled with excitement. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, soon cresting against the waves of climax. Anthony emerged from between my legs with a satisfied smile.

“Do you want a taste?” he murmured, pressing his lips against mine before I could answer. “You’re so delicious.” I stare at him breathlessly. “Say thank you, Simone.”

“Th-thank you,” I stuttered, feeling him prod against me.

“Good girl. For your reward, you get to set the pace.”

Another strum of pleasure reverberated through me at the thought of dominating him.

I swung a leg over him and settled on his lap. I angled myself and eased down his length, taking my time to enjoy the stretch. My mouth gaped, and my head fell back in pleasure from the sensation of being full. His hands squeezed my hips as I rode him slowly.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold off, Simone. You feel so good.”

I leaned down, capturing his lips with mine. He held me against him, not wanting to be without our heat. I couldn’t blame him. I was exactly where I wanted to be—heart-to-heart.

I started bouncing on his dick, taking him better, making me wetter. I screwed my eyes shut as a ball tightened in my stomach. Pressure built up inside me—a feeling once foreign that became synonymous with his name, touch, and affection.

“Anthony.”

I said his name once, and our warring orgasms erupted simultaneously. He twitched inside of me, flooding me with his cum, and like the greedy woman I was, I drained him until he softened.

We didn’t move. Instead, we settled on holding each other as close as possible. He didn’t say anything, but the tightness of his grip said everything.

***

Nori was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.

Thank goodness we changed the sheets last night.

“Good morning, baby.”

She smiled and smoothed her fingers over my face until she touched my lips. I kissed them until she was satisfied and pulled them away.

“Oh, you’re up,” Anthony said, limping into the bedroom with a tray of food. “It’s Sunday. I made breakfast and thought we could eat in bed and watch cartoons. What do you say?” he asked, setting down the tray ladened with some of my breakfast favorites. Nori immediately reached for a small bowl of dried cereal.

“Is this our future? Breakfast in bed and morning cartoons? I asked wistfully.

“Will that be okay?” he asked, slipping into bed after Nori.

I gazed at Anthony as I considered his proposition. Months ago, I would’ve run him over with my car going at breakneck speed. Some would call me crazy for forgiving him and letting him steal a piece of my heart, but I’d never been one to carry a grudge. Trauma could make even the most sane and levelheaded person lose their mind. But the fact remained that we came together because of our love of Nori, but we’d stay together because of our love for each other.

“That sounds perfect.”

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