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could have been a trick of light or his fevered imagination. Oh, how he wished it was her walls surrounded his pulsating cock instead of his fist. He could almost feel her warm quim welcoming him inside, sucking him in.
                With a muted cry, Travis exploded, his seed gushing in a wild rush.
                Shit! What had he done?
                Free seemed to come to her senses long before he did. With a soft, secret smile she simply walked away, gathering her things and disappearing inside. It wasn’t until she had completely disappeared from sight that Travis could force himself to move. Damn, that had to be  the stupidest thing he had ever done. He would be lucky if she didn’t pack up her things and hightail it out of here.
                He couldn’t let that happen. He didn’t understand the thick undercurrents between him and this woman, but he knew he couldn’t let her leave. And not just for Lorelei either. He wanted the nanny for himself.   
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
                Free moaned as she stood under the hot spray of the showerhead, letting the warm water rain down on her shoulders, her head resting on the tiled wall. What just happened? When she turned and saw Travis watching her, dick in hand, she had been unable to move. Her eyes taking in every mouthwatering inch, from the top of his head to the bottom of his manly toes.  Then going back to his groin. And she thought he had been hot in clothes! The man had a body that could make the Greek gods cry, all sculpted and hard. And his cock! Free was in no way an expert on male genitalia, but the organ Travis had been stroking had been thick, and long and just plain beautiful.  She wished it was her hand, better yet, her mouth licking and sucking him deep, making him groan in pleasure as she tasted him.
                The smart thing to have done was run away instead of standing there like an idiot, watching his movements, growing increasingly hot and achy as his large hand expertly moved on his cock. It was a completely natural thing for a man to awaken with a hard on. Just as natural for him to jack off to ease the ache. But the thought that he was masturbating to her made it all the more exciting. And he hadn’t moved away when she turned!  No instead his pace increased as his eyes roamed over her body, taking her all in as she had done him.
                “He probably thinks I’m some kind of groupie,” Free muttered, ducking her head underneath the fall of water. Her body was still tingling with unanswered need, but she was determined NOT to give in and take care of it herself.
                She had to learn to suppress her desire for her employer. If she ran off to use her vibrator every time he got her all hot and bothered, she would be spending the majority of her time locked in her bedroom. Not good – not good at all.
                If only she could get the sight of Travis Carter in full glory out of her mind! Her nipples puckered unbearably hard, the skin pulling tight to angry knots. She cupped her hands over both breasts, squeezing the little nubbins between her fingers, moaning at the sharp zing the action caused. The feelings weren’t going to go away. Keeping one hand alternating between her breasts, she allowed the other to travel down her body in a gentle caress before dipping it to trail across her slit. The wetness gathered there had nothing to do with the water from the shower. Without even touching her, Travis had managed to get her wet and achy when others failed as they fumbled through their actions.  Travis would be different.  With one flick of his thick finger or one swipe of his tongue Free would be coming all around him.
                Moving to her clit, Free teased herself, rubbing without placing pressure against the sensitized flesh. In her mind’s eye, it wasn't her own hand but Travis’.
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