Naughty Nanny Series- Accidentally in Love

It was these happy thoughts that swirled around Charlotte’s brain. She turned right, heading north, and reached to turn on her CD player, when horns blared, and the wet screech of rubber and asphalt tore through her musings. Her head shot up. From her rearview mirror she saw the sleek metallic of what appeared to be a Mercedes careening down Hobbs.

“Oh shit!” she screamed and tried to steer her car out of the path of the boat of a vehicle now hydroplaning toward her. The damn thing blurred with the precipitation. The impact slammed into the rear and sent her face first toward the steering wheel. Her car went sprawling into the left lane, into the face of oncoming traffic. More horn blares and near misses, as Charlotte turned the steering wheel this way and that to avoid being struck again. Thin blood trails streamed down her face, but she had to stay awake, to stay conscious, or be killed. Thankfully her car jumped the curb and ended up on the sidewalk, facing the Tanger Botanical Gardens.

Her heart banging in her chest, she turned off the car and put her head on the steering wheel. Nauseous from the spinning of her car, she closed her eyes to stop the damn merry-go-round. God, she was going to throw up.

She leaned back against the seat and panted. Swallowing the acidic mix of fear and adrenaline, she reached up to touch her forehead. Wincing, the first stinging licks of her injury erupted.

“Great and wonderful, I’m bleeding,” she croaked and closed her eyes again.

It could’ve been worse. She could be have been killed.

Three hard knocks made her bolt upright.

“Oh shit!” she screamed. Heart in her throat, she peered at the person staring into her driver’s side window.

“Are you all right?” came a muffled voice.

Between the heavy shower and the rolled up window, she couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. In the distance the wail of an ambulance and what sounded like police cars wafted up to add to the din. She’d been hit. Right. She’d been in an accident.

“Are you okay? Need an ambulance?” the person asked again.
She shook her head no and realized a bit too late that it wasn’t the best thing to do. Before she could stop it, the nausea raced up her throat, forcing the contents of her stomach out onto her passenger seat.

Damn.

“Hey, hey, over here!” the Good Samaritan outside her window called.
Everything faded along the edges and she struggled to get the seatbelt off, but nothing doing. The odor of bile and her late breakfast made her stomach turn and another whirl of nausea threatened to make her spew. God, she had to get out of the car!

“Ma’am, are you okay?” asked a masculine voice, followed by the scent of rainwater.

Crouched down in the V of her now open driver side door, was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. She fought back the blackness threatening to engulf her. She had to stay awake, if only to get his name.

“I, I don’t think so,” she mumbled. She yanked the seatbelt, but it wouldn’t budge. “I, I think it’s stuck.”

“Shush,” the angel man said. His slanted eyes and warm smile made her relax even though panic hovered at the edge of exploding. “We’ll get you out of here and over to Wesley Long Hospital. Ah, Todd, I think she has a mild concussion! There’s a head injury over here.”

She swallowed again, and this time it was easier.

Another man appeared behind her angel, but she didn’t really look at him. Her gaze kept going to the man with the marvelous voice, kind smile, and sparkling eyes. He reached over her, leaning into the car. The warmth keening off of him made her go all gooey inside, and she forced herself to stay awake and her eyes not to droop. This close, she could tell he was of Asian descent. The arrow straight black hair had been yanked back into a ponytail, and he didn’t have any facial hair at all. Still, he was gorgeous. His lips hailed from some other ethnicity—so full, she could tug on them with her teeth, suck that bottom lip right into her mouth and lick it in abandon. He smelled good, like a man, but sporty. She inhaled air filled with him and sighed. Wow. Every man should smell like this one.

Darkness nibbled at her consciousness and her eyes shut leaving her vulnerable to the approaching black.

***

“Well, let me help you out of that uniform,” Charlotte teased, the palms of her hands soft against his torso. Pale, sinewy, and athletic, Mr. Paramedic smirked as she rotated her fingers across his warm skin.

They made small, circular motions across his chest, and then down to each of his nipples. Already hard with desire, his nipples tightened even more when her hands slid across them. She twisted her palms against them and, if possible, they hardened even more. As if she were holding some invisible string connected to his cock, each pass she made caused it to grow thicker, tenting his pants below the waist.

She’d taken that moment to put her malleable lips onto his left nipple and tug. His arms grabbed the sofa’s armrest for stability. His mouth tasted like honey, but her lips, they met his nipple with an electric intensity that bolted through him. Her tongue darted out and flicked the tortured point. His thigh muscles tensed in response.
“Ah, you like that, Mr. Paramedic.”

“Why yes, Charlotte, I do,” he replied, blithely. “Give me more.”
She nodded, as all efforts to speak had vanished completely in a whirling fit of yearning.

With her free hand, she took his sensitive nub, still wet from her mouth and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger, while licking, sucking, and damn the gods, biting his right one.

Unable to stop himself, he put his hand in her hair and wrapped his fingers in their silky strands.

“You, you want this, me, Charlotte? You’re certain?”

She stared up at him and scowled. “Absolutely!” She growled and leaned up, grabbing and greedily seizing his shoulders to pull him down to her from the fantasy bedroom her stressed and weary mind conjured..

He didn’t have to be told a second time. He curled his arm around her shoulder, holding her to him. Rising up on her elbows, she thrust her pelvis toward him. Answering her body’s unspoken demands.
She wouldn’t be denied. Stealing his breath, she shot her hips forward, and captured his wonderfully steel shaft…