Babysitter With Benefits

11

Gianna's P.O.V

Later that night, in another bout of insomnia, you roll awake at 2am, only to find yourself rising from your bed. You walk down the hall, tuned into some rustling coming from the kitchen.

What is that? It could be the kids.

You run your hand down the pink silk nightgown that stops mid-thigh, and head towards the kitchen, eyes scanning the staircase as you pass it.

They came back pretty late.. I was already in bed by that time.

When you get to the kitchen you turn the light on, illuminating the entire room to find Jeremiah's head crammed into the fridge and rummaging through it. Upon the light turning on, he spins, wobbling lightly before his face lights up when he looks at you.

"Gianna"

He waves with what looks like a stick of pepperoni, before he realises what he's doing, chuckles and tosses it back in the fridge.

Oh god.. is he drunk?

You rise a curious brow and step in the kitchen.

"Are you drunk?"

He snickers, closing the fridge before he move towards you, reaching out for the counter, to stop himself from falling. You move quickly, rushing over to him, and looping your am around his waist.

God he's large. If he falls, I'm probably going to hit the deck too

"Mmm, you smell really good. What is that?"

"Thank you, its soap"

You giggle as he uses a hand to run down the side of your face.

"Okay. You've has a rough day, huh?"

"Ugh yeah. Helenas awful"

He hiccups, and you follow his gaze to the floor where a smashed jar of pickles is. He begins laughing, which causes you to stumble with him.

"Whoa, are you alright? Sit"

You move him to a chair in front of the island, and plop him on the seat. He swivels around to face you, and bites his lip.

God, he's attractive.

You clear your throat in the awkward silence as he examines you with his gaze.

"You're gorgeous, Gianna"

He's nothing if not a flirtatious drunk.

You grin and place your hands on your hips.

"I keep telling myself to leave you alone"

God, if he remembers anything, he's gonna regret babbling. He's typically a reserved man.

He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs in between his legs. You feel heat stirring in your gut, as he eyes your lips hungrily.

"Well for the record, the feelings mutual..."

Everything about him is alluring. Everything.

You enjoy the way he tightens his hold on your waist, and you feel his firm body all over yours. You take a deep shaky breath, as your nipples harden against the material of your nightgown.

"Fuck..."

He groans when he notices, and lets his head fall back slightly. You feel his bulge hardening in his pants and your heart beats faster in your chest, overwhelmed with the urge to wrap your hand around his length.

He feels so good against me.

"You're fucking intoxicating"

I could say the same about you.

He grabs your chin, grazing his thumb along your bottom lip.

"I'm starting to think maybe I should stop fighting myself"

You moan softly, when he moves so close you feel his breath cascade your lips.

"I should just give in..."

I want it so bad.

"Give in."

He uses his other hand to slide over to your hip where he squeezes gently, before he leans down and captures your lips with his. You melt into him, melding your mouth against his, drinking him in like liquor, which you taste on his tongue. Your body ignites with pleasure as he massages his tongue against yours.

God, he tastes amazing.

Jeremiah growls lowly, and stands, lurching slightly, only to stop himself by placing his hands on the island behind him. You move to break away to ask if he's okay, but he cups the side of your face passionately and deepens the kiss, ,moving so your back is to the island.

Just the way he touches me has me wet.

He lets his large hands roam down the sides of your body, before he gets to the skin of your thighs and loops his hands around them to haul you up on the counter. Your lips break for a second and you have a moment to moan his name deeply.

"Jeremiah!"

"Oh god yeah, say my name"

He bends to press feverish kisses along your neck, trailing them down to your collarbone, where he begins to slide down the strap of your dress. You arch your back, and moan.

"Jeremiah, your mouth feels amazing"

"Tell me where you want my mouth, Gianna"

Everywhere.

In the back of your mind circle nagging thoughts that this is just going to cause more trouble. You hate ow they surface, and begin to kick away the erotic feeling all over you.

If this goes wrong those kids will have one more figure not in their life..

You sigh, and press your hands on his shoulders to push him away gently. He furrows his brows.

Besides, he's drunk.. its not like this is a decision he'll be proud of in the morning.

"We shouldn't."

"Why?"

You frown and push yourself forward to get off the counter as he steps backwards.

"Its not good for the kids.. I don't just want to be another rotating figure in their lives"

You watch as his body tenses, before he spins on his heel, unsteady briefly. He stalks out of the kitchen wordlessly. You attempt to calm your breathing, pressing your palms flat against the counter and bowing your head for a moment to collect your thoughts. Although he's left the room, your body still acts as if he's there, your nipples ache, your pussy throbbing with yearning for that mouth of his.

God, please forget tonight.