Chapter 12 - Jonathan

If there was ever a rational part of my brain, it’s now dead and buried six feet under. My cock has taken over, and right now it’s screaming at me to kiss Elizabeth. To take her in my arms, feel her breasts crush against my chest, to put my lips to hers and see if she tastes as good as I think she will.

It plays out before me, and I imagine her in my lap, legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my shirt over my head. My cock jumps at the thought, and I inch in closer and closer.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. She’s Edward’s nanny and hasn’t even been here that long I’m already trying to make a move on her. But it’s not like she’s uninterested, and I can say by the way she’s biting her bottom lip and is moving toward me that she wants this too.

We shouldn’t. We really fucking shouldn’t.

But dammit, I’m tired of holding back, of going to bed alone. I’ve