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July 22 - July 23, 2025
Olive beamed at her father and their matching dimples nearly killed Iris.
And just like Mary Poppins, once they didn’t need her anymore, she would just put up her umbrella and float right on out of here.
Parenthood, man, what a mindfuck.
It was a serious moment. He was worried about his kid, but something about the insanity of the whole thing struck Iris as funny.
this level of worry and exhaustion and … and total helplessness was not something she planned to sign on for the long term.
Parenthood was not for her.
Heavy. Exactly. Everything had felt heavy since he found out about Olive, suddenly his life had this weight when before he’d moved through the world unencumbered. He wasn’t sure he could carry it all.
The only dangerous part was that this nice day out together might make her want more of them.
He’d dipped his head closer to her ear and his words were warm on her cheek. His hand slid to the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd. The press of his fingers into her body sent sparks skittering down her spine.
She had to be careful with this considerate man and his little girl. The last thing she wanted was to cause problems for either of them.
He wiped his hands on the towel hanging over his shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest. He did not stand like that to make Iris’s gaze flick over his biceps, he just happened to be comfortable this way. And if Iris
noticed his arms, well, that was not his fault.
Iris you’re amazing at what you do. At everything you do.’
She trailed a single finger over the scar on the underside of his wrist and her touch sparked along his skin.
He wanted to take her to bed. He wanted to tuck her in. He wanted to…
his mind blanked as he took Iris’s finger in his mouth and licked it clean. He ran his tongue over the length of it, that finger that had just teased along his skin, nipping the tip before he released it with a quiet pop.
Oh God, he wanted to pull her onto the counter and lick the rest of her. The thought slammed into him. It was a visceral need, a demand from every inch of his body.
He was close enough now to run his nose along the soft skin of her cheek. He was going to kiss her. He was going to kiss his nanny and ruin absolutely everything, but he couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t pull away. He didn’t want to.
Not when she’d been about to pour that entire bowl of batter over her head just so he would lick her everywhere else.
Watching this man chop veggies had made Iris hornier than anything in a long time.
If that tongue could make her feel like that from just licking her finger, just imagine what he could do if he licked—
Or do it on the table…
lol I love Iris!!!
When he took his hand away and licked his fingers, his groan nearly as loud as hers, Iris practically melted clear off the counter.
