“No,” he replies curtly.
My brow furrows. “So what…did you just put them in there before you knocked on my door last night? That’s kind of bold, isn’t it?”
His blue eyes pin me to the bed and darken. “I put them in there before I went to the bar. I had high expectations for my stalker mission.”
“Clearly.” I pull the sheet up over my mouth to hide my embarrassingly girlie smile.
He rejoins me on the bed and drapes the sheet over his waist, looking ridiculously hot. Like honestly, his dirty-blond hair is rumpled perfectly, his faint abs on full display. Even his dime-sized nipples are perfect.
Who has perfect nipples?
Mine are more salami-sized and only hot when they’re hard. Speaking of which…I stealthily slip my hand under the sheet and give my nipples a quick pinch to ensure they’re looking good for mixed company. My FUPA, ratty hair, and smeared makeup are a lost cause, but my nipples must triumph and carry the team.
Lifting my gaze from his pecs back to his face, I add, “I don’t know if I should be more concerned with your stalker tendencies or the fact that I like them.”
His eyes dance with mirth. “Is it stalking if you like it?”
I shrug and chew my lip thoughtfully, marveling over this whole situation. Which…what is this exactly? I mean, I know it’s casual. We discussed that last night before we got naked. But…is this it? One and done and we never speak of it again?
Honestly, I didn’t even expect him to spend the night. After he rocketed me off for my second orgasm, the only thing I had strength for was crawling under the covers and passing out. I think I assumed he’d sneak out early with one of those awkward…good game knuckle bumps. Yet here he is…looking like a real-life Ken doll in my tiny house. Well, his tiny house.
“What’s the plan here exactly?” I ask, hating to pop this bubble of sexiness but knowing that Everly will probably be home soon, and we need to get this sorted out.
“I thought it was obvious.” A sexy smirk spreads across Max’s face as he uses his teeth to rip open the condom.
Okay, now he’s just being obnoxious with the hotness. Like, honestly…I’m going to put a paper bag over his head if he keeps looking at me like that.
Jesus…did I just unlock another kink?
I shake that dirty thought out of my lust-filled brain. “Is this just a one-night stand with a late checkout?”
His amused smile is adorable. “Sure.” He bites his lip as his hands slip under the sheet with the condom.
God, why is he so casual? Where’s the CEO bossy single dad who looks insulted by my matching tie-dyed sets? Ugh, he probably does this all the time. I seriously need to be cooler than what I’m being.
“Cool, so on Monday, it’s back to business as usual…?” My voice trails off as my eyes watch the motions going on beneath the sheets.
“Sounds perfect.”
A faint snap of an effectively placed condom is like a starting gun and the bed dips as Max crawls over top of me, positioning himself between my legs.
“Oh…sorry for marking you again,” he murmurs as he presses his lips gently on my breasts.
“Another one? Where?” I look down at my chest and only see the one spot that’s nearly gone now.
He shoots me a rueful grin. “Your ass has a pretty nasty bite mark.”
“Were you like…looking at my ass while I was sleeping?”
“It’s a great ass,” he replies with a wink before resuming his assault on my breasts.
I shake my head, fighting the urge to think he’s a creep while also feeling touched that he called my ass great. It’s a strange mental cocktail I should probably unpack with a therapist someday.
“Okay…” I moan loudly as Max thrusts himself deep inside me without warning. My head falls back onto the pillow, and I close my eyes as my body adjusts to his size.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips and mumbles, “Eyes on me, sweet cheeks.”
That he demands I watch him during sex is probably another thing that needs to be unpacked, but I’ll ponder over that after this late checkout.
My breath trembles as I trudge across the long stretch of lawn up to the Fletchpad on Monday morning. I should really stop calling it the Fletchpad. That label gives off bachelor pad vibes, and it most certainly is not a bachelor pad. It has a library…with a ladder! Not to mention a millionaire with a beautiful dick.
Okay, focus, Cozy. It’s Monday morning, the start of another week of being the GOAT summer nanny. You’re going to play it totally cool. Totally chill. Like you have sex with hot millionaires with pretty penises who have veins in places you didn’t know men’s bodies could display veins every weekend. This is just a typical workweek. You need to completely forget the fact that you fucked your boss on Saturday night and again on Sunday.
Honestly…I didn’t see that morning session coming.
When he said he wanted a redo, he wasn’t kidding. We were both sweating our asses off by the end of it. And somewhere in the middle of it, he put a pillow under my ass, and when I tell you that was a game changer?
Fireworks.
Twice.
That’s right…Max Fletcher gave me four orgasms this weekend. Not that I’m counting because I get orgasms from millionaires all the time.
And that looking thing he makes me do during sex?
“Eyes on me.”
It is the most intimate thing I’ve ever done with a guy. Even more intimate than ya know…just letting him put his dick inside me.
There’s an erotic ridiculousness to watching a man fuck you. Like…his sex face is kind of scary…but kind of awesome. Like a feral animal that you want to attack you.
I have no idea what my sex face looks like. I’m going to take a wild guess and say, not good. Probably a cross between a screaming banshee and a ram in heat.
Male sheep do this creepy upper lip curl whenever the female sheep want to breed. It’s so gross. My sister and I used to imitate the freaky expression and chase each other around the barn. God, that was such a weird life. I loved it, but I prefer to visit it now, instead of live in it.
I could get used to the millionaire life real quick. I know I’m not in the Fletchpad, but the tiny house gives me a taste of luxury living, and I have to say…I’m a fan. If only a person didn’t have to sell their soul to achieve this kind of success.
Steeling myself, I walk in the slider off the living room, the familiar scent of Max and Everly’s home like a warm hug after a long day. It’s almost six o’clock, so I tuck my Kindle under my arm and tiptoe over to the couch to resume my usual waiting for Everly to wake up pose.
The click of men’s shoes has the hair on the back of my neck standing up. “Morning,” Max’s deep voice says from behind me.
I turn to see him in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee. He usually doesn’t have coffee here. He usually sprints out the door as soon as he lays eyes on me.
“Morning,” I reply, waving my Kindle at him and then facing forward again. Nice move, Casual Cozy.
Max’s footfalls approach, and I look up as he rounds the couch and lowers a mug of coffee to me. “What’s this?” I ask, shivering at the smell of his cologne that’s been freshly applied this morning.