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Delilah
His mouth over my slick opening was more erotic than I had imagined. The roll of his tongue against my clit was sending vibrations throughout my body. My heart was racing and my breathing was shallow. He was magical. Not only with his mouth, but with his strong hands as well. This was what my body had been craving.
“I want to feel your cock in my hand, Oliver,” I said with bated breath.
“You will. But first, you’re going to come.”
He pulled his finger out and moved his mouth down to my wet opening, flicking his tongue in and out at a rapid pace. His thumb pressed against my clit, making small circles as my body began to shake and I climaxed as never before, leaving me even more breathless.
“Perfect.” He smiled as he stood up and undid his pants, sliding them off his hips along with his underwear and releasing his incredibly hard, long, thick cock. I gulped. It was perfect and just how I imagined it would be. I sat up, took hold of it in my hand, and listened to his erotic moans as I stroked his entire length and gently placed my other hand on his balls.
“Oh my God,” he moaned. “I need to be inside of you now.”
I lay back down and he hovered over me, his lips trailing across my neck before taking each nipple into his mouth as he sucked and lightly nipped them. He reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom. The tear of the wrapper jolted me because it was about to happen. I was going to be fucked in the most glorious way by Oliver Wyatt. I watched as he slid the condom over his cock and then plunged his finger inside of me, feeling how wet I was because of him.
“You’re so wet and so fucking delicious.”
He pushed inside of me, slowly at first so he wouldn’t hurt me. I’d never had anyone as big as him and I was a little nervous. Soon my nerves were calmed by the intense pleasure he gave me as he thrust in and out of me at a rapid pace. He leaned down and his lips brushed against mine.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
“So do you.”
Another orgasm was brewing. He could tell and told me to stare into his eyes while I came. My body tightened and began to shake as I placed my hands on his face and looked into his eyes while the orgasm took over.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it! God, Delilah,” he moaned as his thrusting slowed and he buried himself deep inside me, giving in to his own orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me and I could feel his pounding heart against my chest as his fingers tangled in my hair. We lay there for a moment in silence and let our rapid breathing return to normal. He kissed my lips before climbing off of me and going into the bathroom. After disposing of the condom, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking my hair.
“That was amazing.” He smiled.
“Indeed it was.”
“You better go to your room.”
Was he serious? He didn’t want me staying the night in his bed? Fuck me and kick me out? I wanted him to hold me and I wanted to fall asleep in his warm arms. I couldn’t let on how deeply hurt I felt, so I got up and slipped into my dress. He walked over to where I was standing as I bent down and grabbed my shoes.
“We can’t let this change things. I’m still your employer and you’re my employee.”
“Are you mad that I punched Laurel?”
He softly laughed. “No. A little shocked, but not mad. Now go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” He kissed my forehead.
I walked out of his room feeling used and with tears in my eyes. At least with the other guys I’d slept with, they always wanted me to stay with them afterwards, even if they were total douchebags. I put on my nightshirt and went into the bathroom to take off my makeup. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I had a glow about me, but also a deep sadness in my eyes. Sex with Oliver was the best sex I’d ever had in my life and something that wouldn’t be so easily forgotten.
The next morning, I climbed out of bed at the crack of dawn. I quietly walked down to the kitchen and was startled when I saw Oliver leaning up against the counter, waiting for a pot of coffee to finish brewing.
“Oh. I didn’t know you were up already.”
“Good morning. Why are you up so early?”
“Not tired anymore, I guess.”
I couldn’t help but stare at him in his black pajama bottoms and no shirt on. He had the most amazing body. His ripped six-pack, rock solid chest, and well-defined muscular arms aroused me more than I cared to admit.
“The coffee will be done in a minute.”
“Great. I definitely need some.”
Things now felt awkward after last night and I knew this would happen. I never should have slept with him, but damn, it was good. The coffee was brewed and Oliver poured me a cup and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” I began to walk up the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my room.” I turned and looked at him.
“I was going to sit on the patio and drink my coffee. You don’t want to join me?”
The confusion spinning around my brain was too much this early in the morning. “No. I’m going back up to my room. Enjoy your coffee.” I gave him a small smile and walked up the stairs.
Strength was all I had. There was never time to be weak in my life. Too many people had depended on me over the years and I always needed to keep strong for them. If I became weak, all would fall apart and I couldn’t let that happen. It was the same with Oliver. He depended on me to take care of Sophie and I needed to be strong for her sake, regardless of what a pompous ass her father was.
Chapter 22
I took a shower and got dressed before Sophie woke up. I wanted to be ready for her in case there was some last minute packing that needed to be done. As I left my room, I walked to hers and carefully opened the door. She was up and painting at her easel.
“Good morning, Soph.”
“Good morning.”
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing up this painting before I leave to go visit Aunt Kelsey.”
I walked over to the easel and stared at the picture that sat before me. It was of a woman standing in a garden of flowers.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“My mom. This is her in Heaven.” She smiled.
My heart ached at that moment as I stared at the painting. “My mom is in Heaven too.”
“Maybe she knows my mom,” Sophie spoke as she dipped the paintbrush in some paint.
“Maybe she does.” I kissed the top of her head.
“If you have a picture of your mom, I can paint her in Heaven just like my mom.”
I softly smiled as I stroked her long, blonde hair. “I would like that. Maybe when you get back from your trip.”
“Okay.”
I grabbed her suitcase from the corner of the room and set it on her bed. As I unzipped it, Oliver walked into the room.
“Good morning, princess. Are you almost ready to leave?”
“Hi, Daddy. Look. I’m painting a picture of Mommy.”
“I see that. It’s very pretty.”
I looked up and Oliver glanced over at me. I double-checked to make sure Sophie had everything and then zipped up her suitcase. Oliver walked over and took it from me. Our fingers touched and flashes of last night flooded my mind, sending my body into an aroused state. I quickly moved back.
“Sophie, are you bringing your paints?” I asked to escape the awkward moment.
“No. I changed my mind. I don’t think I’ll have time to paint.”
“Let’s go, princess. I’ll have Clara wash your paintbrushes.”
“Okay.” She smiled.
The Escalade Oliver rented was parked at the curb. He set Sophie’s suitcase in the back and we all climbed in. He looked over at me in confusion as he looked at the nylon zipper bag I threw on the floor.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Just a few necessities one might need in case something happens.”
“Like?”
“Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, a change of clothes, hairbrush, etc.”
His eyes narrowed as he cocked his head at me. “You really brought all that?”
“Yeah. It’s always good to be prepared just in case. You never know what could happen.”
“If you say so.” He gave a small smile and pulled away.
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Oliver
Even though Delilah explained to me why she packed a bag, I still didn’t understand why she did it. To be honest, I thought it was a little strange, but to each his own. As we drove down the highway, Delilah kept Sophie entertained by singing songs. It was a good distraction because things felt off since we had sex last night. My phone was sitting in the cup holder, and when it went off, Delilah looked at it. Laurel was calling.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” she asked.
“No.”
“Want me to answer it?” She smiled.
“Are you nuts? No way.”
She turned her head and looked out the window. Sophie said she needed to use the bathroom, so we pulled over and stopped at a rest area.
“I’ll wait here for you. I have a phone call to make,” I told Delilah.
She grabbed Sophie’s hand and went to the bathroom while I called Laurel back.
“What do you want, Laurel?”
“I don’t want things to end. I love you and I want us to work this out,” she pleaded.
“There’s nothing to work out. We’re over. I’m sorry, Laurel.”
“You’re sorry? Well, I’ll have you know that I’m pressing charges against Delilah for assault and battery.”
“I don’t think that’s a wise idea. You may want to reconsider it.”
“Too bad, Oliver. I’m doing it. So tell your nanny she’d better be prepared to deal with the consequences.”
I sighed. “Laurel, I’m going to make you a deal. You are to forget about Delilah and what she did to you and maybe a certain story won’t be leaked regarding you and a certain Senator a couple of years ago.”
“Oliver, you wouldn’t.”
“Force my hand, Laurel, and see what happens. You are to stay away from my nanny. You aren’t even allowed to say her name. Do you understand me? If you hurt Delilah, then you hurt Sophie and I won’t let anyone, including you, hurt my daughter. The consequences for you if that story gets out will be far worse than the consequences for Delilah would be.”
“I hope you both rot in Hell.” Click.
I couldn’t help but let out a small smile as I placed my phone in my pocket. Delilah and Sophie climbed back in the Escalade and we continued our journey to Vermont. The ride was silent. Sophie fell asleep in the back seat and Delilah had her earphones in, looking out the passenger window. I kept looking over at her. It was taking everything I had not to run the back of my hand down her cheek. To feel her soft skin like I did last night.
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Delilah
I pressed pause on my iPod and took out my earphones as I looked over at Sophie sleeping.
“How much longer?” I asked.
“About an hour.”
I couldn’t stop staring at him. The way he had his seat leaned back with his right hand gripped at the top of the leather steering wheel was so sexy. I was still mad at him for last night, but I was relieved that he broke up with Laurel.
“Did you call Laurel back?” I asked, expecting him to tell me it was none of my business.
He glanced over at me for a second before answering. “Yes. But if you don’t mind, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be pressing charges against me for punching her.”
“No she won’t. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“She seems like a very vindictive person. So I expect it.”
“Trust me, Delilah. She’s not pressing charges. She was going to until I threatened to expose a little secret of hers.”
“Oh. What kind of secret? I’m sure you won’t tell me anyway.”
“No. I won’t tell you, but it is one that will get her and a very influential person in a lot of trouble.”
It made me happy that he stuck up for me. “Thank you for defending me.” I smiled.
“No problem. I can’t have her pressing charges against my daughter’s nanny. Imagine what that would do to Sophie.”
I gave him a small smile as I heard Sophie stirring in the backseat. “Hey, sunshine. Did you have a nice nap?”
“Yeah. Are we almost there?” she asked.
“One more hour, princess,” Oliver replied.
“Can we listen to some music, Delilah?”
“Sure we can. Let’s see what’s on the radio.”
I was flipping through the radio stations and the beginning of “Midnight Train to Georgia” started to play.
“Oh. I love this song. Do you know it, Oliver?”
“Yes.” He smiled as he looked at me.
“Great. We can sing together.”
“No, Delilah. I don’t sing.”
“Daddy. Please sing with Delilah,” Sophie whined. “Please, Daddy.”
“Okay. Okay.” He laughed.
I began to sing and dance in my seat as I pointed to Oliver when it was his turn. He was enjoying it. In fact, this was the first time since I’d known him that I saw him having some fun. Sophie was laughing at us from the back seat. As the song ended, I placed my hand on his arm and he glanced at me with a wide smile.
“That was fun, Daddy! I like the way you sing.”
“Thank you, darling. But don’t get too used to it.”
Chapter 23
Oliver
As soon as we pulled up to Matt and Kelsey’s house, the front door opened and they walked outside. Kelsey didn’t like me and I knew this was going to make for an awkward situation. She called me a heartless manwhore because of Elaine. Even though Elaine’s family despised me, I did the right thing by not letting them know she had killed herself. The three of us got out of the car and Sophie ran up to Kelsey, giving her a big hug.
“God, I’ve missed you. Look at how you’ve grown. How are you, Sophie?”
“I’m good, Aunt Kelsey.”
Matt looked at me and extended his hand. “Hello, Oliver.”
I lightly shook it. “Matt. How are you?”
“No complaints.”
I looked over at Kelsey. “Kelsey. It’s good to see you.”
“Oliver. Thanks for letting Sophie come and stay with us.”
“You’re welcome. I would like you to meet Delilah, Sophie’s nanny.”
She gave Delilah a warm smile and held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Delilah.”
“Likewise.”
“Can I see the animals?!” Sophie exclaimed.
“Of course you can.” Matt took her by the hand. I followed them while Kelsey invited Delilah inside for some lemonade.
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Delilah
Kelsey handed me a glass of lemonade and we walked out to the back and took a seat at the picnic table while Matt, Oliver, and Sophie looked at the horses.
“How has Sophie been?” Kelsey asked.
“She’s been great. She’s really smart. You should see how she paints.”
“How is she adjusting to living with Oliver?”
“She’s good. I’ve been spending a great deal of time with her.”
“Isn’t her father supposed to be doing that?”
I sighed as I stared at Oliver from a distance. “He told me that you don’t like him.”
“He’s right. I don’t. In fact, I can’t stand him. All Elaine wanted was a family and he led her on, making her believe that he loved her until she got pregnant, then he kicked her to the curb and refused to have anything to do with Sophie. Elaine dies and all of a sudden he steps up and wants to play daddy? He’s no good for her. She would do better if Matt and I were to raise her.”
“He’s her father.” I started to become angry.
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“I know that, but it doesn’t make him a better parent.”
“Oliver is doing the best he can. He loves that little girl more than life.”
“The only thing he can do for her is provide her with material things.”
I took a sip of lemonade and before I could comment, Sophie ran over to me.
“Delilah, I got to pet the horse and Uncle Matt said that he’ll teach me how to ride.”
“That’s great, baby.” I pulled her into me.
Matt and Oliver walked over to where we were sitting. “Delilah, are you ready to head back? We have a long ride ahead of us.”
“Yeah.” I got up from my seat and gave Sophie a hug goodbye. “You’re going to have so much fun here. Be good and when you get home, I’ll take you to the museum.”
Oliver bent down and hugged her tight, kissing her on the head. “I’ll miss you, princess. Be good for your Aunt Kelsey and Uncle Matt. Remember, you can call me at any time. I love you, Sophie.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
We said goodbye to Kelsey and Matt and climbed in the Escalade. I could tell that Oliver was somewhat off. Perhaps he was sad that Sophie wasn’t going back with us. He pulled out of the driveway and we headed on our journey back to New York.
“You okay?” I asked as I looked over at him.
“Yeah. I just didn’t think I’d be missing my daughter already.”
“It’s hard. I remember when Braden first went off to college. It was so weird not having him around. I felt empty inside.”
He looked at me with a small smile and reached over and squeezed my hand. “This will be good for Sophie. She should spend some time with her mother’s family. I wanted to wait until we were alone to talk about last night.”
“What about it?” I asked.
“I got the impression you’re pissed off at me for some reason and I would like to know why.”
I cocked my head as I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. If he truly didn’t know, then he would have to keep guessing because I wasn’t about to have this discussion with him.
“Why would you get that impression?”
“Well, for starters, you wouldn’t have coffee with me this morning. Do you regret what happened between us?”
“Do you?” I asked.