Blurb:
He needs a
nanny not a submissive…
Aaron
Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His
desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a
halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.
This inked
biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant
rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job.
All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?
Well, it
would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between
them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss
and his adorable baby.
If only he
could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.
Adult Excerpt:
This close to the man he loved Jordan lost his composure, and before
he could lose his bottle, he smashed his lips over Aaron’s. The other man’s
surprised grunt granted him access, and Jordan wasted no time in slipping his
tongue past the cool lips he’d been fantasizing over for weeks now, and
deepened the kiss. The very scent and essence of Aaron Gibson exploded on his
taste buds, and when Aaron kissed him back, the last semblance of rational reasoning
fled Jordan’s brain. Tongues dueling and teeth clashing, this wasn’t just a
kiss. It was punishment and connection all rolled into each other, as Jordan
put all of his emotions into the frantic and ever more passionate kiss. When he
ground his erection into his boss’s groin, and felt the equally hard ridge of
his employer’s own need, he pulled away to study him. Aaron’s azure gaze was
almost black, as his pupils dilated in his arousal, and chests heaving, they
stared at each other.
“Fuck, we can’t do this.”
Aaron’s strangled groan broke the last of Jordan’s restraint, and he
grasped hold of the other man’s stiff cock. Even through the fabric separating
him from his prize, the heat of Aaron’s shaft branded him, and his boss groaned
when he rubbed the flat of his palm up down Aaron’s dick.
“Dammit, stop.”
“No, I won’t. I want to taste you, Sir.”
Jordan dropped to his knees and closing his eyes, nuzzled into
Aaron’s groin. Aaron’s hiss in answer and the way the man’s hands fisted in his
hair made him bolder, and pulling away he looked up at his boss, while running
his hand slowly up his thighs. The muscles bunched under his fingertips, and
Aaron groaned and shook his head when Jordan reached his belt buckle and slowly
undid it.
“Fuck, you really don’t have to do this. I … fuuuck.”
Jordan grinned as he pulled down the zipper, and reaching into
Aaron’s boxer briefs, pulled out his boss’s cock, and licked across Aaron’s
sensitive cock head.
The pressure on his scalp increased, and the slight pain fueled his
own arousal, as did the drop of pre-cum that appeared on the slit of his
lover’s magnificent dick. Aaron’s cock hardened further in Jordan’s fist, as he
slid it slowly up and down Aaron’s thick and heavily veined shaft. The action
pulled the other man’s foreskin back, and Jordan licked around the exposed,
swollen head. A deep groan and yet more of the other man’s musk was his reward.
Bringing his free hand up to fondle his boss’s heavy balls, he grasped the base
of Aaron’s peen and hollowing out his cheeks, took as much of him in his mouth
as he could.
Jordan closed his eyes and gave himself up to the heady sense of
power that being on his knees and going down on another man always gave him, as
he drank in Aaron’s unique spicy, salty musk, content in the knowledge that at
this moment in time, the man was his and his alone.
When he came up for air, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh
in his mouth as he let go of Aaron’s cock, he glanced up and grinned at the man
who was watching his every move through hooded eyelids.
“Still think we shouldn’t be doing this, Sir?” he asked with
a smirk, and gasped when Aaron yanked his head back by his hair.
“Watch the sass, boy, and finish what you fucking started, before I
come all over your face, and then tan your damn insolent ass for not taking no
for an answer.”
The strain behind those few words spoke of Aaron’s need for him, and
Jordan grinned around his mouthful of cock, as he went back down on his boss.
Aaron swore when his cock hit the back of Jordan’s throat, and he swallowed
around it.
“Fuck yes, just like that.” With those growled words the last of
Aaron’s restraint broke, as he took over, and hands buried in Jordan’s hair,
fucked his mouth with total abandonment. Relaxing his throat muscles Jordan
relished in the feel of being used for this man’s pleasure, and gave himself
over to the satisfaction to be found in that. The pain in his dick added to the
sensation overload, as did the sound of the door opening, and the soft feminine
gasp that barely registered over the roaring in his ears. He was so damn close
to coming in his pants like a randy teenager it wasn’t even real and the
knowledge that someone—no doubt Nicole—was watching him go down on Aaron made
the whole thing ten times hotter.
Grasping hold of Aaron’s ass cheeks he renewed his efforts to make
the other man come, and when the muscular globes clenched under his digits, and
Aaron thrust into Jordan’s mouth in one last, un-coordinated move that
threatened to cut off Jordan’s air supply, he knew he had him.
With a muffled groan, Aaron shot his cum down the back of Jordan’s
throat, and he did his best to swallow the other man’s seed. The pressure on
his head let up, enabling Jordan to pull back slightly, and Aaron’s furious
curse bounced through the room, even as his cock continued to pulse inside
Jordan’s mouth and he continued to milk the last few drops out of his lover’s
junk.
“I’m so sorry. I … I’m sorry.” Nicole’s bumbling apology registered
as Aaron pulled his cock out of Jordan’s mouth and yanked his trousers back up
with another muttered curse.
Jordan couldn’t help it. Looking across at a red-faced Nicole who
still peered at them through the slightly open door to Aaron’s office he winked
at her and burst out laughing when she turned even redder and shut the door.
“This isn’t fucking funny.”
Story Excerpt:
Aaron swiped the unwelcome tears off his face and hugged the
precious bundle in his arms tighter.
“Sorry, kiddo, it’s just you, me and Auntie Kenna now.” His daughter
screwed up her little button nose, as though she was disgusted with that idea,
and Aaron laughed.
“Yeah, I know, not the most appealing process, is it baby girl?”
“I don’t know, that depends on your view point.” The deep gravelly
voice with the hint of an accent he couldn’t place shook Aaron out of his
morose thoughts, and he spun round to face the intruder to his office. He was
all ready to give him a piece of his mind, but the words stuck to the roof of
his mouth, when he took in the new arrival.
At least six foot three of lean muscle, the stranger smiled at him.
The action exposed enticing dimples in his hard jaw. It was the incongruous
sight of this man holding Sunshine’s bottle in one hand, and a motorbike helmet
in the other, however, that really got to Aaron.
The biker put down his helmet, shrugged out of his jacket, and
taking the lid of Sunshine’s bottle, tipped it to test the temperature of her
feed on his wrist. The action exposed the swirling designs of this man’s ink,
and his biceps flexed as he ran a hand through his straggly brown hair, and
then took a step toward Aaron.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I was waiting outside and couldn’t help
but overhear. As your assistant was busy showing the so called nanny out, I
took the liberty of finishing off the baby’s bottle. If you hand her over, I’ll
feed her. The way she’s sucking on that fist, she’ll erupt any minute now, and
knowing babies, we won’t be able to hear ourselves think, let alone try and
have a conversation, Sir.”
The unexpected intonation on the title further caught Aaron off
guard, and he handed Sunshine over without protest, when the biker stepped so
close that his scent invaded Aaron’s nostrils. Sunshine, leather, oil, and that
unmistakable aroma of virile man that meant most of Aaron’s blood shot south,
and his dick sat up and took notice. A most unwelcome development, considering
where they were, and the fact that this man was currently feeding little Sunshine
with a practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.
“Right, yes, and you are?” he asked. The biker flashed him another
quick grin, before he dropped his gaze to Aaron’s collarbone and kept it there.
The inherently submissive tell meant that Aaron grew hard as nails, and
clearing his throat, Aaron sought refuge behind his desk to hide his body’s
reaction to this man. He gestured to the chair opposite for biker man to sit
down, and after another quick glance up the stranger did so.
“Jordan Carole, and your four o’clock appointment, I believe. At
least that’s when Kenna said I should come here,” he said. “I was waiting my
turn when everything seemed to kick off, and pardon me saying, Sir, I’m mighty
glad you kicked that sorry excuse of a nanny out of here. Fancy wanting to put
a newborn on a feeding schedule, let alone a preemie. The daftest thing I ever
did hear.”
He glanced up again, rewarding Aaron with a glimpse of warm, amber
eyes, which crinkled up into laughter lines. This was a man who smiled easily,
and despite appearances clearly knew what he was doing, if the contented
sucking noises coming from Sunshine were anything to go by.
“Quite so.” Aaron said, and Jordan smiled, put the bottle on the
desk, and lifted the baby up to wind her.
“She doesn’t wind easily.” His daughter called Aaron a liar, when
she immediately gave a huge burp, and Aaron shook his head in amazement.
“How the hell did you do that? It takes me hours to get her to burp,
let alone take a freaking bottle, and then the minute we’re finished she wants
another one.”
“Ah, can’t tell you that, Sir. Trade secret, see.”
Jordan Carole winked at him, and then turned his attention back to
Sunshine.
“Like I said I couldn’t help but overhear your earlier exchange, and
if you’re looking for a more holistic approach to bringing up your daughter,
than I’m your man, so to speak.”
Aaron groaned under his breath at the erotic images that immediately
assaulted his brain at those innocent enough words, and he picked up the stack
of CVs on his desk. Anything to take his mind out of the gutter. Sure enough
there on the top, sat the CV of one Carole, Jordan. He’d assumed the applicant
was a woman, not one prime specimen of male hunk that reminded Aaron of how
long it had been since he’d last had sex. Way before Sunshine’s mum Hope had
found the first lump, that’s for sure. She’d been just eight weeks into her
much wanted pregnancy then.
Aaron cleared his throat to get rid of the lump of emotion lodged in
his throat, and when he looked up it was to find Jordan watching him.
“I’m truly sorry for your loss. Kenna filled me in on the details,
and as I’m available right now, she thought I might be the solution you’re
looking for. As you can see I have plenty of experience, and I would be more
than happy to serve you … I mean your daughter, Sir.”
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Doris is
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and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to
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