by Constance Masters
Unexpected blessings sometimes come from very unexpected places at a time you least expect it.
My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me?
I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more?
Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.
“You’re so wet,” he ground out as his fingers explored her intimate folds.
There was no turning back now, this was happening. “Uh huh,” she said breathily, wishing they were both wearing less clothes. He must have read her mind because her t-shirt was whipped off and her bra soon followed. “You, now.” She tugged on his shirt, but it was wedged between them.
“Wait,” he said, stopping to kiss her before he jumped up to rectify the situation.
Within seconds, Curtis had dispensed of his clothes and returned to take care of the only barrier that was left between them. She went to slide them off and he tapped the back of her hand.
“Let me,” he said. He suckled one nipple and then the other, his lips and stubble grazing her soft skin as he moved south.
She grabbed a handful of his hair, trying to push him where she needed him to be, to make him move faster, but Curtis seemed intent on taking his time.
“Patience,” he ground out. His teeth tugged at her panties, moving them far enough down to expose her shaved mound.
“Yes, Curtis,” she whimpered as he buried his face between her soft thighs as far as he could reach with the offending garment in the way. In one swift movement, his hands were beneath her yanking at them until they were far enough down to slip off her legs.
“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he said with a chuckle.
His tongue licked and swirled and her heart sang—or maybe that was her voice—oh God, it was her voice doing a high-pitched hum thing—then it happened, a feeling like nothing she’d ever felt before swept over her. It was like an explosion somewhere in her body—it was so intense that it almost hurt, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. She was scared to take a breath for fear the feeling would fade away. Sadly, it did, gradually petering out to a slow thump between
her legs. “Oh my, so that’s what it feels like,” she said out loud. She blinked, realizing the man who had made her orgasm for the first time ever was carefully watching her reaction.
“Was that the first time you ever—”
“Yes, that was the first time ever. Oh God, I really have to work on that,” she said. “Oh, I mean work on not saying everything I’m thinking. Although, I would really like to have that happen again.”
“Okay then,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s get on that.”
Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.
Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.