If You Give a Single Dad a Nanny (Aspen Grove, #1)

by Ann Einerson

In this moment, I realize that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Marlow. I’m in love with her, and no matter how long she asks me to wait, I’ll do it. I will do whatever it takes to have her by my side for the rest of my life. I gently lift her chin, meeting her mesmerizing blue-green gaze. “I love you, Marlow Taylor. I love you so damn much, and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.”

Dylan might think of me as the color in his life, but he’s the brushstroke and the canvas in mine.

“I love you, sunshine.” The declaration spills freely from his lips. “You own my heart and soul, and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. No matter the distance between us, you’re mine. Now and forever,” he vows.

“You going to miss my cock, sweetheart?” He leans in to nibble the shell of my ear. “Yes,” I groan. My panties are wet just thinking about it. He plants a sensual kiss on my lips before stepping back, and I grumble in protest. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fucking you until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Watch what you fucking do to me, sunshine.” He glances down at his erect cock as he moves his hand faster up and down his shaft. His eyes are sinfully dark, his jaw tense, his nostrils flaring. He looks wild, uninhibited and all mine. His dark brown eyes sear into me, like he’s marking me in more ways than one, only leaving my face long enough to look down to where his cock is aimed. He groans as he angles himself at my entrance, ropes of cum spurting onto my bare skin as he finds his release. One hand coaxes every last drop from the head of his cock, the other smearing it along my exposed thighs and pussy. Like he’s the artist, and I’m now the painting. A glorious and depraved masterpiece. “You’re my messy girl,” he murmurs

I BEG YOUR FINEST PARDON

He grips my chin with his hand while he relentlessly pounds into me. “Who do you belong to?” “You,” I mewl. “That’s right. You’re mine.” “Always.” I caress his cheek. “Damn straight. Now ask me if you can come.”

The chin grab is sending me

“I love you, sunshine.” “I love you.” “You better go or you’re going to miss your flight.” He motions toward the security checkpoint. I throw my arms around his neck for one last hug, choking back tears when I have to step away. Glancing back, I laugh when I find him blowing me kisses. God, I love him so much it hurts.

😭❤️

Morning, sunshine, I love you & am so proud of you. I can’t wait until you’re back in my arms. -Dylan

Saying goodbye to her at the airport was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I cried on the way home, unable to control my emotions—however, I’ll never admit that to anyone.

BABY BOYYYY

After she told me she was eating Cheez-Its for breakfast, I reached out to a client of Stafford Holdings who owns multiple restaurants in Paris. I arranged for regular meal deliveries to Marlow’s apartment, complete with handwritten sticky notes I overnighted so they could include them in the delivery.

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn vision,” I groan, taking in her lacy blue bra and green panties.

“Did you get your present that I packed for you?” “Uh-huh,” she nods. “It’s right here.” She gives me an obscene view of her ass as she bends over to retrieve the pink vibrator I put in her suitcase before she left. When she turns around, she’s holding the device up with a smile. “Lie down on the bed so I can see that pretty pussy of yours,” I order.

Dylan is the fucking man

I yank open my desk drawer and take out the pair of panties I kept from our night at the hotel before she left. I unbutton my pants and take my cock out with a sense of urgency. “Take the vibrator and slide it into that dripping wet cunt of yours.” As she pushes the device inside herself, I wrap the panties around my shaft and stroke it in slow, steady pumps.

OH MY GOD

“My beautiful, messy girl,” I murmur. “I love you so damn much, sunshine.”