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you not see the basket I was carrying?”
Nope. She’d been too busy remembering the sight of Marlee with an open blouse and tousled hair, imagining so many heartbreaking things.
“I didn’t expect you to be up this early,” Marlee continues. “I was picking berries with her because I was going to make you breakfast in bed. I still can if you want me to. It’s never too late to go back to bed.”
What the hell does that mean? Marlee has no idea. The sensible part of her brain shut off the instant she decided to lounge all over the beanbag like a cat in heat, flaunting her thighs.
Speaking of her thighs, Cadence’s eyes are wandering, and Marlee wonders how brave she might be. Will she try to touch? Does she want to? A few seconds of quiet appreciation pass, then Marlee gets her answer: Cadence lunges at her with another kiss. In the midst of the lip-lock, she feels heat and pressure on her knee, moving slowly upward.
Cadence’s hand, creeping up, up, up …
“Careful.” Marlee stops her from getting above the stocking. “Not too much.”
“Why not?” Cadence asks, not giving Marlee any time to compose an answer. “Will you take your clothes off for me?”
“What?” Marlee mouths the word, hardly any sound coming out.
“Don’t get me wrong, your nanny outfits are amazing.” Cadence admires Marlee’s form. “They’re sexy, you look gorgeous in them, and I love staring at your cleavage, but my parents aren’t home, and I think we should take advantage of that.”
“Really?” Marlee raises an eyebrow, more shocked than she is excited.
Cadence can’t possibly be thinking about sex. Can she? Regardless, all the blood in Marlee’s body rushes straight between her legs.
“Uh-huh.” Cadence fingers the bust of Marlee’s blouse, undoing the first button, her fingers brushing against Marlee’s breasts. “I want you to wear something casual today, and I want you to let your hair down. I like it that way.”
Deeply relieved, and feeling foolish for thinking Cadence could’ve meant anything more, Marlee chuckles. “You want me to change my clothes, not take them off.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Cadence feigns sincerity. “Was I not clear?”
“You’re such a tease.” Marlee slaps the teen’s thigh lightly.
“Of course, if you do want to take your clothes off for me …” Cadence throws the thought out there, letting Marlee decide how seriously it should be taken.
“Stop it.” Marlee tugs the hem of her skirt down a few inches. “You’re a bad influence.”
Following one more kiss, they cuddle together, slipping into a comfortable silence. Marlee almost dozes off, until Cadence’s voice draws her back from the brink of unconsciousness.
“Marlee?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Are we going to have sex?”
All of a sudden, Marlee’s wide awake. Cadence is thinking about sex!
“What do you mean, darling?” She needs some clarification. “Ever? Or right now?”
One of Cadence’s shoulders rises and falls briefly. “Soon, I guess.”
“No, my love.” Marlee squeezes her tightly. “You’re much too young.”
Expecting a series of increasingly difficult to answer follow-up questions, Marlee’s pleasantly surprised when Cadence says nothing, seemingly content with the facts as they are.
Phew.
Chapter Ten
The rest of the day is filled with stolen smooches, inside the house and out. First, they change into riding clothes and head back to the south field, kissing beneath the tree. Long, drawn out kisses, with plenty of snuggles to boot. Then, Cadence urges Marlee out of her restrictive nanny’s clothing and into casual wear—jeans, and a white camisole with a loose summer shirt buttoned over it—and they play kiss chase in the house, keeping to areas where access by the rest of the domestic staff is limited.
They’d never be able to do this if the Ashlocks were home. They simply wouldn’t dare.
By the time evening falls, Marlee is starting to feel a lot less
Nope. She’d been too busy remembering the sight of Marlee with an open blouse and tousled hair, imagining so many heartbreaking things.
“I didn’t expect you to be up this early,” Marlee continues. “I was picking berries with her because I was going to make you breakfast in bed. I still can if you want me to. It’s never too late to go back to bed.”
What the hell does that mean? Marlee has no idea. The sensible part of her brain shut off the instant she decided to lounge all over the beanbag like a cat in heat, flaunting her thighs.
Speaking of her thighs, Cadence’s eyes are wandering, and Marlee wonders how brave she might be. Will she try to touch? Does she want to? A few seconds of quiet appreciation pass, then Marlee gets her answer: Cadence lunges at her with another kiss. In the midst of the lip-lock, she feels heat and pressure on her knee, moving slowly upward.
Cadence’s hand, creeping up, up, up …
“Careful.” Marlee stops her from getting above the stocking. “Not too much.”
“Why not?” Cadence asks, not giving Marlee any time to compose an answer. “Will you take your clothes off for me?”
“What?” Marlee mouths the word, hardly any sound coming out.
“Don’t get me wrong, your nanny outfits are amazing.” Cadence admires Marlee’s form. “They’re sexy, you look gorgeous in them, and I love staring at your cleavage, but my parents aren’t home, and I think we should take advantage of that.”
“Really?” Marlee raises an eyebrow, more shocked than she is excited.
Cadence can’t possibly be thinking about sex. Can she? Regardless, all the blood in Marlee’s body rushes straight between her legs.
“Uh-huh.” Cadence fingers the bust of Marlee’s blouse, undoing the first button, her fingers brushing against Marlee’s breasts. “I want you to wear something casual today, and I want you to let your hair down. I like it that way.”
Deeply relieved, and feeling foolish for thinking Cadence could’ve meant anything more, Marlee chuckles. “You want me to change my clothes, not take them off.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Cadence feigns sincerity. “Was I not clear?”
“You’re such a tease.” Marlee slaps the teen’s thigh lightly.
“Of course, if you do want to take your clothes off for me …” Cadence throws the thought out there, letting Marlee decide how seriously it should be taken.
“Stop it.” Marlee tugs the hem of her skirt down a few inches. “You’re a bad influence.”
Following one more kiss, they cuddle together, slipping into a comfortable silence. Marlee almost dozes off, until Cadence’s voice draws her back from the brink of unconsciousness.
“Marlee?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Are we going to have sex?”
All of a sudden, Marlee’s wide awake. Cadence is thinking about sex!
“What do you mean, darling?” She needs some clarification. “Ever? Or right now?”
One of Cadence’s shoulders rises and falls briefly. “Soon, I guess.”
“No, my love.” Marlee squeezes her tightly. “You’re much too young.”
Expecting a series of increasingly difficult to answer follow-up questions, Marlee’s pleasantly surprised when Cadence says nothing, seemingly content with the facts as they are.
Phew.
Chapter Ten
The rest of the day is filled with stolen smooches, inside the house and out. First, they change into riding clothes and head back to the south field, kissing beneath the tree. Long, drawn out kisses, with plenty of snuggles to boot. Then, Cadence urges Marlee out of her restrictive nanny’s clothing and into casual wear—jeans, and a white camisole with a loose summer shirt buttoned over it—and they play kiss chase in the house, keeping to areas where access by the rest of the domestic staff is limited.
They’d never be able to do this if the Ashlocks were home. They simply wouldn’t dare.
By the time evening falls, Marlee is starting to feel a lot less
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