The Nanny Affair

Chapter 7- Rosalie

As I walk into my room, I make sure to shut the door behind me. Resting my back against the door that was behind me. I can't stop thinking about how at ease I was in his arms and how his kiss made me feel. As I hear his bedroom door close, I reach up and massage the back of my neck. I can still taste him on my lips. I close my eyes, trying to capture the feeling of the moment that just passed between us. I am overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, none of which I have the words to express. Thoughts race through my head as I try to make sense of the night's events. My head is saying no but my body is calling for him. I feel helpless and yet strangely alive like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into an unknown abyss.

Screw it!

I make my way down the hall and then approach the door to his bedroom. As soon as the door is opened, his towering form, which is six feet tall, is brought into full view in all of its magnificence. Something I never knew comes into view. Tattoos. A cross on his forearm, a snake that starts at his chest as the tail swirls around his upper left arm. Then his last name tattoo in old English lettering down his rib cage on his right side. He shows the slightest hint of a smile.

"I know you're with her but for tonight let's just pretend. We can pretend that the world outside doesn't exist and this night is just for us."

To let me inside, he opens the door wider. He closes the door behind me, cups my face, leans me up against the wall, and then presses his lips to mine. He pulls away and stares at me for a moment, a look of tenderness and affection in his eyes. His touch is gentle and caring, as if I was a delicate porcelain doll that he wanted to protect.

He removes my shirt and then pulls me close while he continues to touch me, and I give in to the feeling. His mouth travels all the way down to my collarbone before stopping. He removes my shorts and kisses me down to my pantie line before removing them. There has never been anyone who has made me feel this way. While he is carefully removing my panties, his tongue tenderly massages the aching area that he is working on. I take deep breaths and bite my lip. He gives me the most indescribable form of pleasure. Even though I am aware that it is immoral, I nevertheless have the desire for it to take place.

He climbs back up, grabs hold of my arm, and pulls me away from the wall so that I can turn around. As I feel his lengthened girth against me, he leans in and gives me a kiss on the back of my neck. He takes the hair tie out from my hair, releasing my tresses so that they can fall freely.

His hand travels down teasing me in every way possible. He kisses my ear before whispering, "I want you,"

As soon as I turn around, his lips are on mine. We finally make our way to his bed, where he tenderly places me down on his bed. I give him a kind smile while gesturing with my hand toward his boxers. He removes them, revealing his whole length. As he climbs on top of me, I nervously chew the inside of my lower lip. When he kisses me once again, his length grinds up against my core, and I can feel myself becoming wetter with each touch. His touch sends a wave of pleasure through my body, and his lips linger on mine in an intimate embrace that only further intensifies the desire I feel for him.

As he gently moves inside of me, I gasp for air. As he moves, his eyes fixate on mine, and I can feel myself beginning to unravel. When I finally let out a sigh of contentment, he leans in close and murmurs, "You feel amazing."

This man makes me feel foreign and exotic. I was surprised that his body could make me feel so out of place, but when I'm with him, I have the impression that I'm about to enter heaven. His existence astounds me, and tonight he leaves me unable to breathe. I feel like I am soaring in a new universe, his universe, where everything is foreign and exciting.

I am greeted in the morning by the sound of small feet running around as I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin as it streams in through the bay window. The sun is just beginning to rise, painting a beautiful orange glow across the horizon.

Shit!

I look around and see Jasper asleep next to me. Great, we fell asleep.

"Rosie! We're hungry!" I hear one of the boys yell.

Shit, shit, shit.

I grab the sheet from the bed and wrap myself in it and run to the door, I open it and shout, "Give me five minutes."

I hear their little footsteps heading to the kitchen and take a deep breath. I quickly grab my clothes and start getting dressed.

Where's my bra?

"Where are you going?" Jasper asks and he slowly wakes up.

"We fell asleep and the boys are up." I say quietly with frustration.

"Shit," He says with no concern, he says as he rubs his face.

"Shit is right. Now help me find my bra." I demand of him.

He gets up and holds the bra in his hand. "This bra?" He smiles.

"Yes, thank you." I walk toward him to grab it but he pulls me into his chest and kisses me.

"Here," He hands the piece of clothing to me.

I quickly throw it on followed by my t-shirt and his arms wrap around my waist.

"Thank you for last night." He whispers.

I open the door and head out of his room. I throw my hair up in a bun and head to the kitchen.

"Morning boys. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Pancakes!" They shout.

"Coming right up."

I head to the counter and turn the coffee maker on and take two mugs out and two glasses. I fill the glasses with orange juice and give each boy one. As the heat from the stove touches me, I remember last night. I shake my head and finish the pancakes. Putting them on a plate and placing it between the boys.

"Have at it!" I smile at them. "Don't forget to eat some fruit."

"Okay," Nate states as Alex grabs the strawberries.

I smile and turn around to pour the coffee. Taking a sip, I turn to see Jasper walk in pulling his shirt over his head.

"Morning everyone,"

"Morning dad." The boys say with their mouths stuffed with food.

I hand him his coffee, "Thank you," He says softly.

I nod and smile, "Just doing my job."

I turn to the boys and tell them after they're done eating to go and get dressed. To put some space between Jasper and I, I decide on a whim to take the boys to Ripley's aquarium for the day.

As we leave the house, I look back to see Jasper just standing there. He runs his hand through his hair and smiles. I close the door, excited for an adventurous day with the boys.