Tempting The Manny Page 4

  Increasing her rhythm, she watched as his eyes closed, lips parted, and his hands balled into fists. With her free hand, she took his fist and placed it to her head. Immediately, he tangled his fingers into her hair, just the way she liked. Little moans left his mouth as his breathing picked up. She cupped his balls and lightly squeezed. His eyes opened and he tightened his grip in her hair. “Stop before I come.”

  He pulled her up, letting her straddle him again. His hands took hold of her face and she knew he was taking control now. He kissed her with so much passion, she thought she might suffocate. She needed him inside her—now.

  “Condom,” she whispered into his ear.

  “Wallet.” He pointed.

  Deciding to see just how flexible she was, she squeezed her thighs tightly against him and leaned back, reaching out for his pants. Taking the wallet from the back pocket, she opened it and found not just one, but three condoms. A smirk crossed her face. He was prepared, and if she had her way, they’d use all three.

  Using her teeth to open the wrapper, she then slid the condom over his thick shaft. She lifted herself up, rubbing his dick along her moist folds, then slowly let him fill her. Once he was deeply inside her, she knew this would be quick. He gripped her waist and helped her ride him hard and fast.

  “Yes, that’s good,” he said.

  “You like that?” she said breathlessly.

  He nodded, lifting himself up, pumping into her now with as much force as she was giving him. Her climax built fast and she cried out as the pleasure rippled through her body.

  “Come with me,” she screamed out as every nerve in her body seemed to intensify.

  He drove several more times into her before his fingernails dug into her waist and he screamed out in relief. They ground their hips into each other as they rode out wave after wave of pleasure, before she finally collapsed across his chest.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered.

  Between breaths, he said, “You started it. And I finished it.”

  She laughed. “Glad I did.”

  Her legs felt cramped and she really wanted to move off him in order to stretch, but wasn’t sure she was ready to face reality and look at him. She’d really let loose with him.

  The pain in her legs won and she slid off his lap into a sitting position next to him. He didn’t immediately cover himself like she expected. Instead he sat there, naked and covered with their juices.

  Her stomach let out a loud growl, bringing her focus back to his face.

  “Hungry?” he asked.

  Oh yeah, she’d really worked up an appetite fucking him. “Yes, before you got here I was trying to convince myself to get up and find something to eat.”

  “Why don’t you go clean up and I will make us some sandwiches?”

  “That sounds like music to my ears.” Standing, she started to walk toward her bedroom. She yelped as his hand came out and gave her a pat on the butt.

  “Hey, you wiggled it.” He winked with a sexy as hell smirk.

  Olivia laughed and grinned from ear to ear as she almost skipped to her room.

  ****

  Jamie finished up the sandwiches right as Olivia came in.

  “Wow, it smells amazing in here. You didn’t just make a regular ol’ham and cheese, did you?”

  “Go have a seat at the dining room table and you’ll find out.” He pointed toward the kitchen doorway.

  A look of delight crossed her face and she sauntered out of the kitchen. A squeal was what he heard next when he knew she’d discovered the candles he lit in the center of the table. It was cheesy, but she deserved it.

  He met her in the dining room with two plates in hand. He set one in front of her. “It was nice to see you finally got some groceries in here.”

  “You and me both.”

  He took a seat across from her. “I hope you don’t mind I opened a bottle of wine.”

  She grabbed her glass and took a sip. “I don’t mind at all. So tell me, what is this sandwich you made?” Setting the glass down, she lifted the sandwich, studying it.

  “I just used your mini-grill and buttered the bread. Its cheese, bacon, ham, and tomato. I thought it would all taste good together.” He took a bite into his.

  She took one too. “It’s good. Perhaps I should reconsider and keep you and make you a live in manny.”

  Olivia was joking, he knew. Being with her and the kids…he was going to miss it. He knew them not being in a working relationship was the right thing to do, but he still hated the idea. There was something about her and the kids that made him feel whole and like this was where he belonged. It was absolutely crazy. He had only known them a short time, and yet it had already felt like a lifetime.

  “So, tell me, how did you get into this profession?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “Well, I love kids. I like being able to play all day. I could easily be a happy member of one of those kid’s show where the men dance around and sing. I know this is not the ideal job for a man and believe me, there have been many who didn’t want me for the reason I was a man. I have overcome the obstacles of being judged for the most part and slowly I think it’s becoming a little more acceptable for a man to be, as you call it, a manny.” He sipped his wine.

  “If you love children so much, how come you’re not married and have a dozen yourself?”

  He set his glass down and locked his eyes with hers. “I hadn’t met the right woman.”

  Her face went blank and he knew he had most likely implied too much for her. She had just gone through a nasty break-up and here he was insinuating that she might be something more to him.

  “Anyway.” He needed to change the subject. “Have you heard about the job?”

  She set her sandwich down. “Oh, yes. I start Monday. So, until they find a replacement, I’ll need you here bright and early.”

  How about all night?

  For the rest of dinner, they had light talk. He could tell she was tired. He wanted to have her curled into him as he held her all night, making her feel safe, but he knew it would be too much too fast.

  After cleaning up, he met her back in the living room. She lay on the couch, looking peaceful. She reached out to him, pulling him down next to her. He snuggled in, enjoying how soft she was in his arms. Inhaling, her floral body wash greeted his senses. It was intoxicating and he could easily get drunk on it.

  His cock grew as arousal began taking over his body. Her tight little ass was firmly pressed against his crotch. Licking his lips, he was tempted to begin pressing his lips to the back of her neck, right under her hair line. He was going to lightly blow where his moist kiss had been. At his thoughts, his erection pressed hard into his jeans. He lifted her hair and just as he was about to lean in for the kiss he had been imagining, she made a slight snoring sound. Letting her blonde hair fall back in place, he leaned over her and saw her eyes closed and her lips parted. She was sound asleep.

  Deciding it was best to just let her sleep, he rolled off the edge of the couch. Jamie lifted her off the couch and carried her to her bedroom. Laying her across the unmade bed, he tucked her in. Her eyes opened and looked at him.

  “Ssh.” He put a finger to his mouth. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Get some rest.” He kissed her on the cheek and turned to leave.

  At the doorway, he glanced back and saw she had already fallen back to sleep. More than anything he wanted to climb into that bed with her. Soon.

  Chapter Six

  Opening her eyes, Olivia looked around her bedroom sleepily. It was bright, very bright actually. In fact, the house didn’t usually look this bright until it was lunch time. Propping up onto her elbow, she glanced at the alarm clock on the end table. Twelve fifteen. Wow, she’d slept past noon. Lying back against the crisp pillow, she couldn’t remember the last time she had made it past eight thirty.

  It then crossed her mind; she had nothing to do today. All day. No kids. Mixed feelings swept through her. It was nice to have no one to make demands
of her, but what was she going to do all day? She supposed a good cleaning was in order. Lord knew that hadn’t been done since Emily was born. Perhaps cranking the radio up loud and getting her clean on would pass the day. That would only leave her with tomorrow to once again figure out what to do.

  She tossed the sheets off and slid off the bed. Stretching her arms toward the ceiling, she wiggled her toes across the carpet. She did a little jiggle and made her way to the kitchen. Heading for the coffee maker, she paused. She felt so well rested, that coffee didn’t seem fitting. Shrugging, she opened the refrigerator and decided on a coke instead for her caffeine jolt.

  Olivia grabbed a granola bar and headed for the couch to enjoy her breakfast. Her mind flashed back to last night. It had been good with Jaime. Very good. She hadn’t expected it to be so hot. Being with Jamie made her feel young and desirable again. Watching him pleasure her had aroused her to a point she didn’t know existed. She now understood why men liked to watch a woman please them. If they continued down this path, having him take her in front of a mirror was a fantasy she wanted to come true.

  As she finished her granola bar, she decided to get the cleaning kicked into high gear. If she was fortunate, she just might get to see Jamie again today and see what other things they just might be able to try.

  Almost two hours later, she was just about finished. All that was left was a quick vacuum over the rooms and to carry out the trash. Pulling off her yellow cleaning gloves, she laid them on the counter. Olivia then chugged down an entire bottle of water. After replacing the lid, she heard the doorbell. Glancing down at her white shirt covered with dirty smudges, she wished like hell it wasn’t Jamie coming to surprise her.

  She opened the door and a small twinge of disappointment washed over her when she saw it was Kelly. Then again, she’d been expecting her to show up at anytime.

  “Good afternoon, Olivia. I see you’ve been busy.” She eyed Jaime up and down, while she herself was dressed all prim and proper.

  “Yes, getting some cleaning done while I have the time.”

  “Care if I come in and interrupt you for a bit?” Kelly stepped in anyway and took a glance around. “Wow, you have quite a bit of cleaning left, huh?”

  It took everything in Olivia to bite her tongue. Her home would never look like Kelly’s, but she was starting to be okay with that. At least her kids could feel comfortable playing and not worry mommy might have a meltdown that a crumb got on the white carpet.

  “What can I do for you?” Olivia asked, trying to not leave the foyer so Kelly wouldn’t stay too long.

  “Well, I saw Eric come and pick up the kids yesterday. He didn’t return last night. I haven’t seen him around here either. I feel hurt you couldn’t be honest and tell me that he left you.” She put a hand to her chest as she fully played the victim.

  “It isn’t like I want everyone knowing my business. Its personal, you know?”

  “I understand, but still. I could have had my service send over some meals for you.”

  Oh yeah, that’s just what Olivia needed. This woman was a piece of work. “Thanks, but we’re okay.”

  Kelly stepped closer. “I also saw that manny of yours here late last night. Are you having an affair with him? I don’t blame you one bit if you are. He’s hot.”

  Olivia’s cheeks burned as Kelly studied her. As much as she shouldn’t care what others thought of her, she did. “He’s just a friend.”

  “Oh darling, I don’t believe that. A man who looks that good could never be your friend, well, unless he’s gay.” Her face lit up. “He’s gay, isn’t he?”

  Olivia knew she was going to regret this, but she nodded. It was bad enough people would know now that Eric left her, she didn’t want them to know she was also sleeping with the manny. She hoped like hell it never got back to Jamie. He would be heartbroken.

  “Well, that makes sense. Any straight man would have a different job. I bet he’s coming over here helping you with a makeover too. Making you beautiful so you can get back out there. Listen, when he is finished with your makeover, maybe I can find a divorcee from John’s work to set you up with. One that’s loaded and you can continue with your current lifestyle. Shame though about Eric’s demotion, looks like you won’t get as much money.”

  “Yeah, I know.” Olivia smiled, glad at least that rumor had stuck. “Listen, I’ve got to finish getting this place clean, as you can see.”

  “Oh yes, let me get out of your way.” She headed toward the door. “Would you like the card to my cleaning service?”

  Bitch. “No, I got it. Thanks though.”

  “Anytime. Really, anything you need, just call. Bye.” Kelly gave her best Miss. America wave and trotted down the walk way.

  Olivia shut the door and let out a sigh of relief that she was gone. Then the guilt came. Everyone was going to think Jamie was gay now and when she let him go, how was that going to come across? She was beginning to spin a web of lies all to keep herself looking good. It then dawned on her that she shouldn’t have to worry too much about Jamie finding out what she had agreed to. It wasn’t like anyone was going to come right out and talk about him being gay. On top of that, even though she was now concerned how it would look to let him go, she was getting a new nanny and he wouldn’t be around to hear any rumors.

  ****

  Jamie waited patiently at the tiny take-out Japanese restaurant. When he called Olivia earlier, he told her he would be there at six and it was already almost six thirty. Being late was one pet peeve of his, so when he was late, he turned into an instant grouch.

  Finally, the order was ready. Thanking the man for the food, he scooted out the door. On his drive to Olivia’s, he was lost in thought. She was amazing. He had only known her a short time, but she was someone he could see himself with. She just made him feel whole. He wasn’t really able to explain how. Just that, when he was with her, he knew he was where he belonged. Perhaps he finally found the one. She was genuine, real, honest, and sexy. An amazing mother. He could picture them having a huge family with lots of kids all around the tree on Christmas morning.

  Shaking his head, he knew he was getting ahead of himself. He had no idea where she stood with what was going on with them. She had just been left by a long-term boyfriend and was juggling going back to work and being a single mother. He wanted to be there for her though. He could be patient.

  As he pulled up to her house, he took note that the grass needed to be cut. Perhaps he could take care of that tomorrow before the girls got home. A grin crossed his face. Yard work. He currently lived in an apartment and he couldn’t wait for the day that he had his own lawn to tend to.

  He lightly knocked on the door before entering. The house smelled of lemon. There was a sparkle and he could see she had been busy all day cleaning. Kicking his shoes off, he made his way to the dining room. He called out to her and heard her mumble she would be out in a moment. He decided to grab plates and get everything set for dinner. As he finished with the table, Olivia came to greet him.

  She looked stunning. She wore a light brown sleeveless dress with a very low neck line. His eyes drifted down her body, taking in her curves until his eyes landed on her bare feet. Something about her being barefoot melted his heart. She was so at home.

  Reaching out, he pulled her to him and let his lips take a taste of hers. He kissed her slowly, just enjoying the feel of her in his arms. She opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue in. The taste of mint greeted him. As much as he wanted to stay here and see where this was going, he also wanted to eat their food while it was still warm.

  He stopped kissing her and stared into her eyes. “I missed you.”

  Her cheeks reddened. “I missed you too.”

  Jamie pulled out her chair so she could take a seat. He then took his seat directly in front of her. “You look amazing tonight.” He complimented.

  “Thanks. I was happy I could fit in it. Maybe I’m finally losing the last of this baby weight.”


  Women with a little extra weight were attractive to him, not stick thin women. “I think you look perfect the way you are.”

  She laughed. “I don’t know how you aren’t married. You love kids, an amazing lover, and you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

  He winked. “I plan on sticking around, so get used to it.”

  Her expression looked panicked but quickly softened. “I hope you do.”

  “So, how are you doing without the girls here?”

  “I’m making it. Eric let them call earlier, and they seemed fine. I could hear Emily cooing in the background and she was happy. I guess he can handle them. Which truthfully, pissed me off. I had hoped he would have brought them back by now telling me how hard it was.” She shrugged. “One can wish.”

  “You never know, he could have timed the call.”

  Olivia’s grin spread. “Good point.”

  For the rest of dinner, they enjoyed light talk, then cleaned up together. It was fun and felt so normal with her. Seeing her smile warmed his heart.

  “Let’s watch a movie,” Olivia suggested.

  “Whatever your heart desires.” However, he had no intention on watching a movie.

  “How about we use the TV in my bedroom?”

  Her thoughts were right along with him. “Perfect.”

  They entered the bedroom and he stood back as she shuffled through a stack of movies. She turned to him. “How about this one?” She held up an Adam Sandler movie.

  “Perfect. I’ve seen it a million times.”

  She shook her head and giggled. “You’re bad.” Olivia dropped the movie on the end of the bed then crawled on. “Why even put the movie on if you’re not going to watch it?”

  “You suggested the movie, I didn’t. I’d rather explore your body again. I have yet to taste you.”

  Her eyes lit up as she realized what he’d meant. “You want to go down there?”

  “Very much so.”

  Olivia sucked in her bottom lip. Most women loved a man who wanted to go down on them and lavish in their sweet juices. Was this something she and the ex hadn’t done?