Nanny for the SEALs by Cassie Cole

17

Heather

“Most girls who get kidnapped end up dead in a ditch,” Maurice said. “You get sent to the Four Seasons. Honey, you won the kidnapping lottery.”

The two of us were laying flat on massage tables that had been wheeled into the hotel room. The masseuses were removing hot stones from the strategic locations on my back, then tenderly using their fingers to massage out any knots.

“The big takeaway is that your acting was so good, they thought you were a spy.” Maurice snorted. “You should put that on your call sheet. Fooled three Navy SEALs.”

“I wonder what Mr. Howard would think of that,” I mumbled into the massage table. “He would probably insist I need to be challenged.”

I was still thinking about what Brady had said earlier. Pointing out that I had been on too few auditions since moving to the city. It made me wonder if I wasn’t trying hard enough to make it.

“This concludes the honeymoon couple’s massage,” one of the masseuses said. “Would you like some lemon water?”

Maurice rolled over and closed his bathrobe. “We have wine. It’s better than lemon water.” The masseuse was young and sexy, and Maurice looked him up and down. “We’re not on our honeymoon, by the way. We’re both single. I’m Maurice.”

I signed the sheet and cleared my throat. “I left a tip on here. Thank you so much!”

Maurice looked unhappy as they packed up the massage tables and left the room.

“I would let those SEALs kidnap and torture me,” Maurice mumbled. “In exchange for this treatment, of course. Totally worth it. That one who drove us here is especially delicious.”

I laughed. “Brady?”

Maurice sighed and sipped his wine. “Brady. I could fall in love with a Brady. As long as he doesn’t open his mouth. That Boston accent is not pleasant.”

“Aw, I think it’s cute,” I said.

“You would.” Maurice flipped open the room service booklet. “Shall we order six filets? I’ll only eat one, but I want to feel like a Numidian king who has way more food than he needs.”

There was a noise at the door, and a swiping of a keycard. The door swung open. I started to get up and tell whoever it was that the room was occupied and we didn’t need any maid service, but then Rogan strode inside.

“No knock?” Maurice asked. “Awfully presumptive of you.”

Rogan held up the keycard. “I paid for this room. And I just saw the massage team leave. Getting comfortable, are we?”

I raised my wine glass in a toast. “I had a long day watching two hellish children. I needed to relax.”

“And I needed to help her,” Maurice announced.

“How are the boys?” I asked. “Have you given them an evening routine?”

Rogan leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “We’re working on it. It’s not easy.”

“It’ll get easier every day as long as you’re consistent. Dinner time, then bath time, then bed time.” I cocked my head. “So what brings you to my hotel room at this time of night?”

Rogan glanced at Maurice. “I, uh, thought Heather would be alone.”

Maurice gasped. “Girl, you did get a sugar daddy!” He looked defiantly at Rogan. “We were about to order dinner before you barged in here.”

“Maurice, I’m sure you can find plenty to do in the hotel,” I said.

“There’s a full spa downstairs,” Rogan added. “They have a bar with snacks, too.”

Maurice downed the rest of his wine and jumped to his feat. “I suppose I’ll find some hot young thing who gets paid to put his hands on me. I could go for a facial right now.” He winked at me. “And after the facial, I’ll visit the spa!”

Rogan barked a laugh.

Maurice rounded on him. “No! You’re not allowed to laugh, Mr. sexy kidnapper man!”

Rogan’s smile disappeared. “You heard about that, huh?”

“He’s my best friend,” I explained. “I tell him everything.”

“Mmm hmm,” Maurice said. “I know all about what you and your sexy Boston roommate did.”

The head of HLS Security frowned at me. “He met Brady?”

“Who do you think chauffeured us here?” Maurice asked. “I’m not taking no bus to the Four Seasons.”

“How about you, uh, find that spa so Heather and I can talk business?”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you want to get down to business with her.” Maurice blew me a kiss, put on his Four Seasons slippers, and disappeared out into the hall.

“You have business you want to discuss?” I asked.

Rogan smiled. “That was just an excuse to be alone with you.”

I let out a mocking gasp. “No. You don’t say!”

Rogan crushed his lips against mine, pushing me backward until I fell back onto the bed. I bounced lightly as he followed, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and bending down to kiss me some more.

“Maurice is right,” I said between kisses. “This kind of feels like you’re my sugar daddy.”

“I’m your employer,” he said, moving down to my neck. “That’s a crucial distinction.”

I sighed as he slid a hand into my robe and cupped a breast. “I’ve never slept with my employer before.”

“You’ve been missing out.”

I closed my eyes as he kissed a trail down my chest, breath whispering along my core. But before he could bury his face between my legs, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up.

“If you’re my employer,” I said, rolling him over, “then I should give you what you paid for.”

I straddled Rogan and unbuttoned his dress pants. I could feel the heat radiating off his length as I reached inside. He was already as stiff as could be, and I felt him pulse as I squeezed him with my fingers.

I slid down his legs until my face was hovering above his cock. I gave it a few teasing strokes while staring up at him. He wore a sexy smirk while watching me, dark eyes waiting to see what I would do.

My tongue flicked out slowly, barely caressing his slit. His entire body tensed, massive muscles flexing involuntarily with pleasure, and the noise he made deep within his throat was pure bliss.

I considered teasing it out more, the way he had teased me with the chocolate sauce, but I was eager to please him too. Never taking my eyes off his, I bent over his cock and wrapped my lips around his crown. His body relaxed as I took him deeper, enveloping him with my mouth.

“God, Heather,” he groaned, craning his head back on the bed.

I hummed a moan into his meat while sucking up and down. Rogan groaned louder with every bobbing movement of my head, and he grew impossibly harder in my mouth. He was so big that I could only get my lips halfway down his shaft.

I like who I am when I’m with Rogan, I realized while I worked. I want to be dirty with him, the way he was with me last night.

“You know what I want?” I asked while swirling my tongue around his tip.

“What?” he gritted out.

“I want to make you come in my mouth. And I’m going to swallow every. Single. Drop.”

A rumble escaped his throat as he gazed down at me. I quickly bent back to my work, sucking him off faster than before while stroking his shaft. I didn’t consider myself an expert at giving blowjobs, but I knew what I was doing.

And based on the noises he was making? He was going to leave me a five-star review.

His fingers laced into my hair and squeezed, pushing my head up and down. I stopped moving my head and allowed him to bob me up and down. I could feel his unrestrained lust in the way he controlled me, moving me up and down on his cock. His powerful thighs flexed beneath my arm as he drew closer to his climax.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled my head away from his hard length. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Does it not feel good?”

His chest heaved with shallow breaths. “It feels amazing. But it’s not what I want. I want you, Heather.”

Rogan pulled me up to his lips and kissed me deeply. His tongue swirled into my mouth the way mine had swirled around the tip of his cock just moments before. That, and the commanding way he said that he needed me, made me soaked with desire within seconds.

I let the bathrobe slip away behind me. Rogan reached into his pocket, fumbling around…

He froze. “Goddamnit.”

“You’d better watch that language around the kids,” I teased.

He shook his head. “I forgot a condom.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “You drove to my hotel and forgot a condom?”

“I was distracted by the work emergency.” He sighed back into the sheets. “I’ll get dressed and go to the gas station down the street.”

He tried to sit up, but I planted my thighs on either side of his torso. “We can still have fun without it.”

“I wasn’t joking when I said you felt amazing,” Rogan said, “but I want to be inside of you.”

I reached between my legs and took hold of his hard length. “Were you joking when you said you were clean?”

His cock jumped when he realized what I intended. “I was serious.”

“I’ve never done it without a condom either,” I said while rubbing his tip up into my soaked sex. “And I am on the pill.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but I drove my hips down before he could. I impaled myself on his cock, letting it fill me completely in one long motion.

Both of us groaned together while savoring the new and exciting sensation.

“Heather,” Rogan breathed. “Oh fuck…”

I raked my hands over his dress shirt, feeling the muscles underneath. “It feels so much better without one.”

He sat up, cradling me in his lap. “You have no idea.”

He folded his arms around me and kissed me harder than before. I gyrated back and forth on him, savoring the wonderful ache of his thickness against my inner walls.

Rogan cupped my ass and began thrusting up into me. I jerked against him, pulses of pleasure shooting through my body with every motion. Blood rushed in my ears as we surrendered to the torrid waves of ecstasy.

I cried out, shuddering in his arms. His thrusts grew fast and hard—I could sense how eager he was for me. His breath quickened in a way I remembered from last night, fingers tightening on my ass with desire. I drove my hips down onto him, skin slapping again and again, until he was thrown over the edge.

“Heather!” he roared.

Just as he came, I pulled off him enough for his cock to slide out. It flopped against his belly and I rubbed my drenched lips along the shaft, grinding against him as he exploded. I moaned with glee as his dick pulsed underneath me, covering the tan skin of his abs with milky-white seed.

Rogan yanked his dress shirt up to ensure nothing landed on the fabric, eyes boring into mine with lust.

I leaned down to brush my lips against his, then hopped over to the bathroom to get a washcloth. I returned and carefully wiped away the mess on Rogan’s belly. His abs were as hard as rocks underneath the cloth as I cleaned him up.

“I hope this isn’t emasculating for you,” I teased. “Last time you cleaned me up, and now I’m doing it to you.”

He put one arm behind his head and smiled. “You can emasculate me any time you want.” Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, kissing me while I lay on his chest.

“Sorry I couldn’t be the one to drive you here,” Rogan whispered deeply.

“Don’t be. I had fun with Brady.”

“He’s a fun guy.” Rogan stared off. “He always kept us in good spirits while on deployment. No matter how tough it got, he’d find a way to make us smile.”

“You don’t want them to find out, do you?” I asked. “About us.”

His gorgeous face twisted into a grimace. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“It would complicate things.”

I pushed up onto an elbow and looked at him. “Is it their knowledge that complicates things, or this relationship itself?”

“Both.” He sighed. “We need a good nanny for the children. You and I getting physical? That jeopardizes the job.”

“Then why’d you sleep with me?” I ran my fingers along his jawline, scratching against the bristles that had grown since this morning’s shave. “You’re the one who came to the hotel. Tonight, and last night.”

“Because I couldn’t help myself. You’re too beautiful.”

I giggled and rested against his chest. “Keep saying words, please.”

“You’re sexy.” His fingers caressed my bare back. “You’re funny. You have a strong spirit. How could I not come over here? But…” He hesitated. “I’m not exactly ready for something serious. Especially since you’re the nanny. That job comes first, and we come second.”

“I came first tonight,” I said with a giggle. “But don’t worry. I’m fine with this arrangement. Honestly, I’ve needed some no-strings-attached sex. I’ll keep nannying the kids, regardless of anything we do.”

“You trust me?” Rogan asked.

I twisted to look up at him. “I trust the contract I signed. Even if I hated you more than anyone in the world, I would gladly receive that kind of payment in exchange for nannying.

Rogan shook his head. “No. I mean, you trust me enough to do what we just did? Have sex without a condom?”

The normal Heather Hart would have made a joke. But laying there on his firm body, endorphins flowing through my body, I immediately answered, “I do trust you.”

“But you still made me pull out. Or rather, you pulled me out.”

“Better safe than sorry,” I said. “Didn’t they teach you that in SEAL school?”

“Not in so many words.”

“Well, they should. Call up your old drill sergeant from basic training and let them know.”

He chuckled. “Basic training is the Army. In the Navy, we had boot camp.”

“I’m sure that distinction matters to Navy guys.” I kissed him one more time, then slid off. “Okay, you’d better go.”

Rogan sat up. “Because Brady and Asher will get suspicious why it’s taking me so long to get milk at the store?”

“No,” I said with a laugh. “Because Maurice will be knocking on that door any moment now demanding to be let in. He gets cranky when he hasn’t eaten, and we were about to order room service when you arrived!”