The Nanny Affair

Chapter 8- Jasper

The weekend goes by in a flash, and Rosalie has come up with one excuse after another to avoid spending time with me. Even though I am aware that what we did was immoral, I am powerless to stop the feelings that I have for her. My entire being, especially my heart, is consumed with wanting to be with her. My head tells me that I should move on and forget about her, but my heart won't let go.

I watch her interact with the boys as she makes her way around the room. No other girl has ever been this way with them, not even Giselle. I overheard her say that she intends to send them to boarding school far away from here. I will not let that ever happen under any circumstances. I know it's Rosalie's job to take care of them but this is different, she genuinely loves those boys. It's possible that this is the reason why she's trying to distance herself from me.

As the night continues, I head back to my room in the vain expectation that she will come knocking on the door. My restless tossing and turning keeps me awake till one in the morning. I straighten my back and then rub my head. Because I can't sleep, I'm going to be a complete nightmare at work tomorrow. Perhaps a nice, warm glass of bourbon will put me to sleep tonight. I get to my feet and walk towards the kitchen.

As I step in, I notice Rosalie wearing nothing but a tank top and her panties; she has nothing else on. The very sight of it causes my temperature to rise. The sight of her toned body, barely concealed by the tank top, was enough to drive me wild. She turns around with a glass of water and jumps when she sees me.

"Sorry, I didn't think you were awake." I say after startling her.

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep." She looks me up and down then turns her head when she realizes I'm just in my boxers. She puts her hands on the island of the kitchen.

"Me neither," I grab a glass and the bourbon and pour myself a drink.

I stand beside her and smell the vanilla scent that comes off her. I put the glass down and ask,

"Can we talk?"

Without looking at me she says, "Sure."

"Do you regret what happened?"

"No. It was fun," She closes her eyes, "And amazing but you're my boss and more importantly my friend," She looks at the glass doors leading to the backyard with the pool that glistens as the moonlight reflects off it.

I move myself to her, placing myself behind her, up against her back and rub my hands up and down her arms. I lean in and whisper, "I don't think your friends know how you taste."

She turns to look at me and says, "Neither should my boss." She walks away.

Fuck!

After taking a minute to process what just transpired, I put my glass in the sink and run after her. I catch her before she opens her bedroom door.

"I'm sorry." I tell her.

"For what?"

"For making you feel like you had to sleep with me," I put my head down.

She lets out a little laugh, "You didn't make me feel like that. I did that on my own accord," She steps near, "Hey, look at me," My eyes meet hers. Her eyes are as delicate and sweet as swirling chocolate with a dash of Carmel. When my gaze meets hers I fall so deep inside them that I can taste her sweet depths like a piece of priceless candy in my mouth, "Don't ever think that. We slept together because we wanted to, not because one of us felt obligated."

"Okay," Is all I can muster out.

"Good night, Jasper." She walks away and closes her door.

"Good night." I say quietly.

I head back to the kitchen and pour myself another glass of bourbon and make my way out to the back patio. The moonlight shines throughout the backyard. I feel arms wrap around my bare torso and I lick my lips,

"When I said it was amazing, I meant it." Rosie says softly.

I turn to face her and she backs me up onto the chair by the pool and straddles me. Her eyes lock on mine and she says,

"What we have is physical. We make love but no strings attached. We spend time, enough for you to get yours and I get mine. I want your body."

I feel my body heat up as she says those words. "Okay," Is all I can manage to say.

She leans in and whispers as she kisses my ear, "Right now all I want is for you to come and take all of me,"

My lips press against her lips and my tongue parts our mouths. Our breaths mingle and I can feel the warmth radiating from her body as my hands embrace her waist. We kiss in the middle of the night, silhouetted by a distant moon. I flip her on to the lounge chair and press my body against hers. My lips graze her stomach and descend to her thighs. She moans softly, her chest heaving with anticipation and my hands wander around her body as I explore every inch of her. She gasps in pleasure as my mouth continues its journey, searching for her sweet spot. My tongue and fingers tease her, coaxing a wave of pleasure that makes her shudder in my arms.

I can feel the heat radiating off her body as I take my time to drive her wild with desire. As her breathing becomes ragged and her body moves closer to me, I know that she is getting close. I slide my hand lower and swirl my tongue around her core, flicking it up and down to drive her higher. Her legs begin to quiver and I know that she is moments away from losing control. As her grip tightens on my shoulders, I can feel the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She grasps my hair and pulls me closer, her breathing coming in short spurts.

I move my way back up to her, my lips pressing against hers. She tugs on my boxers, removing them to expose my length, I slowly enter her and a jolt of electricity travels through my body. She moans softly, her tightness gripping me as I slide in and out of her. She arches her back, pushing against me as I explore her depths. Our passion rises as I thrust into her, both of us hungry for each other. Our movements become faster and more intense, until finally we reach the peak of pleasure. Sweat drips from our bodies as we both come to the same place of blissful release. Panting, we remain connected until our breathing slows and our hearts beat together in a steady rhythm.

I sit up, moving her on to my lap and kissing her once more. She rests her head against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. The moonlight hits her dark hair and I examine how it shines in the dark of the night. She gets up and gets dressed, she kisses my lips once more before giving me a sultry smile,

"Goodnight, Jasper." She walks away, I smile and lick my lips as I shake my head.

I head back in after a few moments, gulping down the last of my bourbon before heading to my room. I lay in bed and look up, I can still hear the sound of her heart beating. She says what we have is a physical thing. Clearly meaning not to fall in love and I'm okay with that, I think.

No you're not Jasper. You're falling for the one girl you can't be with.