SWNOVELS If You Give a Single Dad a Nanny: Chapter 26
MARLOW SHRIEKS WHEN I SLING her over my shoulder and carry her upstairs.
When we get to her bedroom, I lock the door behind us. Aside from Waffles, there’s no one around to interrupt us, but it’s a force of habit.
“Dylan Stafford, what has gotten into you?” she cries out.
She has. Marlow Taylor has become a fixture in my life, and I never want her to leave.
I always prioritize rational thinking, not my emotional impulses, but being with her has given me a fresh perspective. She’s teaching me to find joy in the little things and how to live in the present. Her love for Lola is tangible, and it’s a turn-on that she’s as dedicated to my kid as I am.
On any other night when Lola is with her grandparents, I’d be reviewing spreadsheets or preparing financial reports for work—not tonight.
I stride across Marlow’s room, stepping around clothes scattered on the floor. The comforter is gathered at the foot of the bed, and I toss it onto the chair in the corner.
I lower Marlow to a standing position by the bed, and she holds onto my elbows as she finds her balance. She’s sexy as fuck in her skintight coral yoga pants, but I can’t do what I want to when she’s dressed.
“I need to get you out of these clothes, sunshine.”
“What are you waiting for?” she urges.
“You better watch that mouth of yours, considering I’m in charge of your pleasure tonight,” I caution her with a sly grin. “Now be a good girl and lift your arms.”
She gives me a curious glance but complies.
I lift her sweater over her head and toss it to the floor. My hands are back on her within seconds, unclasping her bra. I have to suppress a groan when her pert breasts come into view. They’re begging for my attention, but I restrain myself for now. There will be plenty of time to worship her perfect tits later.
I pull her yoga pants down until they pool at her ankles. She lets out a sharp exhale when I trace her thighs with my fingers in lazy circles. I can smell the scent of her arousal, and when I get to her panties, I slowly drag them down her legs. Marlow grabs hold of my shoulders and lifts one leg at a time, so I can discard her clothes.
Hot damn.
I’m captivated by her sinful curves, unable to look away. Her body is a work of art, and she’s all mine.
“You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart,” I say as I notice her cheeks flush in response to my praise.
“I wish I could say the same for you, but you’re still dressed,” she playfully pouts.
“All in good time.” I straighten to my full height and kiss her lips. “First, I want—”
I lose my train of thought when I spot something in her open nightstand drawer. When I look closer, I see the object is hot pink and shaped like a wand.
Well, this just got interesting.
“Marlow, what’s this?” I ask coyly, retrieving the device and holding it up to show her.
“Um, my vibrator,” she utters as her cheeks turn pink.
It’s adorable that she’s flustered, but she has no reason to be embarrassed. I’m turned on just imagining her getting herself off with the thing.
“You know, these are a lot more fun when you have someone to play with.” I twirl the device around in my hand.
“Prove it,” she challenges.
“Get on the bed, and I’ll show you,” I order.
Marlow scrambles to obey, crawling into the middle of the bed and lying down like I instructed.
I quickly undress, tossing my white button-up and dress pants on top of her clothes piled on the floor. Marlow watches me with a lust-filled gaze, and her eyes widen when I step out of my boxers, my cock proudly jutting out.
“Like what you see?”
She eagerly nods.
The mattress dips as I join her on the bed, hovering above her. I take hold of her wrists and cuff them above her head with my hands. With her at my mercy, I lean down and wrap my mouth around one of her nipples, gliding my tongue across the areola.
“Dylan,” she breathes out, my name falling from her lips like a prayer.
“That’s right, sunshine. I’m the one who owns your pleasure,” I remind her.
She inhales sharply as I alternate between flicking her nipple with my tongue and tugging it taut with my teeth.
“Oh god,” she cries out.
Marlow’s unfiltered reaction is fucking captivating. I grin as I continue to ravish her tits with my mouth, my hand trailing down her chest until I get to her stomach, drawing patterns with the pad of my finger. When I reach her legs, they fall open, eager to accept whatever I have planned.
I groan with satisfaction when I find she’s already dripping with desire, and I’ve barely touched her. I grab the vibrator and slowly push it inside her tight cunt. It’s not nearly as thick as my cock, but she moans at the welcome intrusion, regardless. A soft hum buzzes through the air when I turn the device on.
When I increase the vibrator’s setting, Marlow mewls, bucking her hips at the increased intensity, her hands clawing at the sheets. Watching her fly higher with each thrust of the device is mesmerizing.
“Dylan, I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
“No, you’re not,” I challenge. “You’re going to be a good girl and wait until I give you permission.” I give her an encouraging kiss on the lips.
She quivers as I continue my punishing assault, biting down on her breasts as I plunge the vibrator inside her in rapid succession. She’s hanging on by sheer determination, sweat dripping from her brow, and it’s euphoric, knowing I’m in control of her pleasure. When I turn the vibrator onto the max setting, she screams out my name.
“Please, Dylan. Please let me come,” she begs.
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes,” she mumbles as she averts her gaze.
I grip her chin with my hand so she’s forced to look at me. “Look at me when you come.”
I give her clit a pinch, sending her careening into her release.
While she’s high off euphoric bliss, I toss the vibrator on the bed and remove my glasses, setting them on the nightstand. Within seconds, I’m back on top of her, taking hold of my shaft, guiding it inside her perfect pussy inch by glorious inch. Her cunt clenches around me, and she winds her hands through my hair to pull me closer.
“Oh,” Marlow gasps.
“That’s it. Take it, take the whole damn thing.” Once I’m fully seated, I pause to give her a moment to adjust. “You’re so fucking tight,” I grit out, my voice strained.
I grip her waist as I move in a steady rhythm, and she eagerly meets me, thrust for thrust. God, this woman has me completely under her spell, and I’m basking in the gratification of being claimed by her.
“Oh, yes,” she cries out.
I look down to where our bodies join. “Damn, look at you taking my cock like such a good girl.”
I lean down and kiss along the edge of her jaw. Her breathing picks up as I seal my mouth over hers in a possessive kiss. My tongue dances along the seam of her lips, groaning when she opens her mouth, letting me in.
She moans as I pick up my pace, bucking her hips in time with mine.
“Holy shit,” I call out as she clings to me. “You almost there, sunshine?”
“Yes,” she mewls.
I reach down and roll her clit with my thumb and forefinger, and soon we’re both barreling toward release. I roar as uninhibited pleasure surges through me at the beautiful sight of Marlow unraveling. I hold her tight as we ride out our orgasms together.
“Fuck, that was incredible.” I nuzzle my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent—a combination of citrus and rose—as I ease out of her, not wanting to cause her any pain. I stifle another groan as I watch our mixed cum drip onto her thigh.
I collapse onto the bed next to her and draw her into my embrace. Silence lingers between us as we lie wrapped in each other’s arms.
For the first time in a long time, I’m truly content. The internal noise inside my head is quiet, and I’m not concerned about sticking to a schedule, cleaning my house, or checking my work email. Marlow is teaching me by example how to live in the moment, and I’m grateful for it.
I’m falling hard for this woman, and I push back the nagging worry that if she leaves, Lola won’t be the only one who’s heartbroken.
Marlow’s stomach rumbles, and I laugh.
“Someone must be hungry. How do you feel about street tacos?”
“I’m a fan,” Marlow says.
“Excellent. Let’s get cleaned up, and then we’ll go over to my place. I’ll make you dinner.” I pause briefly. “Waffles can come over too.”
“Really?” Her eyes widen in surprise.
“Yeah. Lola will want to see him when she gets back. This way, we can save ourselves a trip back here to come get him.”
I want Marlow to spend more time at my place, and the easiest way to make that happen is to let Waffles come over too. It’s a compromise I’m willing to make for Marlow’s sake, but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed on the furniture, especially my memory foam pillow.