Needy

The First Time

Desperate, needy, aching. Wet.

But never enough. And never satisfied.

Living in his house has proved to be much harder than you thought. When you showed up for the interview for the live-in nanny position you were caught off guard by the strikingly handsome man who greeted you at the door.

Normally, women are the ones who scope the possible nanny but Harry... No, Harry was a 32-year-old single father who only wanted the best for his little girl. He hated that he couldn't be the one who could cook her dinner every night or pick her up from school, but being the head of a popular book publishing agency comes with its downfalls.

He had to hide his shock when he opened the door to reveal you standing there in a short, baby blue dress with a simple white sweater adorning your shoulders. Your hair was curled, but in a ponytail and he swallowed a moan when your hand touched his in a firm handshake.

Too young, she's only 23, he tried to tell himself the whole time he spoke to you. He had to rub his hands on his thighs multiple times to try and get rid of the clammy feeling that was gathering there.

Almost immediately after the interview, he offered you the job. Both because you were extremely qualified and he was extremely attracted to you. You had to know, you kept playing with your hair, twirling it around your finger like you were just begging for him to wrap his own fingers into your locks.

The thing is, you were mildly aware, but you thought he was just being overly nice. You were just as shocked by his appearance, dressed casually in a pair of loose khaki pants with a black button-down short-sleeve shirt that was halfway unbuttoned to reveal the inklings of a few tattoos.

You learned a lot about him in a short amount of time, almost like he hasn't had someone ask about him in a while. He spilled his favorite meal along with his daughter Piper's, his favorite book, and to your surprise, he asked yours and told you his day-to-day schedule.

If one thing was evident, it was how much he adored Piper. And in the last few months of you working and living here, you've grown to love her and her dad. The days are seamless, most of the time not even seeming like you're the nanny, but a part of the family.

Your friends stopped asking so much about the situation, clearly understanding what was happening. You were falling for him. But how could you not? He took care of you, made sure you had any and everything you could possibly want, and always seemed to want you around.

Which is why when you started giving into your fantasies, you hoped you would have more luck in getting yourself off. Of course, you had come before, at least you think you have.

But when you would watch videos, these girls always had mind-blowing orgasms, the type you could only dream about.

You tried everything. The removable shower head in your large glass shower, your own fingers, and the small bullet vibrator that's currently in your hands. Your friend had bought it for you on a drunken night when you accidentally confessed that you weren't sure if you have ever had an orgasm.

She did warn you though, that men never could seem to do the job.

You waited until you were sure that Harry had gone to bed for the night, seeing the hall light shut off and hearing his door finally close. He had a long night in his office as they are working on a deal with a new author that is giving him trouble.

You often thought of him, but only let yourself think of him in this way at night. When the thoughts felt less forbidden. You had a feeling that he might have eyes for you, but of course, there was nothing either of you would ever do about it.