The look on Sicily’s face as I sat the kids down for breakfast was priceless. You would think she had never seen me use the stove. Now I know I had beenx in contributing with the kids which was what I was trying to do.

    “Look at you, Mr. Domestic,” Sicily teased. “Are you and Den seeing each other?”

    “Her business is not for me to discuss. I will say that I’m attracted to her and want to pursue her, but I also want to give her a chance to make her own decision. I don’t want her to feel like her job is on the line if she isn’t interested in me. I want her to want me just because, if that makes sense.”

    Sicily’s genuine smile made me feel good. “This is so romantic. I’m happy for you. She’s a sweet girl and you seem so much happier since she’s been here.”

    “I am,” I confessed.

    I liked Sicily. She’d been working for me for about five years. She was a beautiful woman with a husband who was a truck driver. Knowing that she was married, I had never looked at her as anything other than an employee. As long as she did her job, I made sure she knew that she was valued around here. She stayed out of my business for the most part and did an excellent job. She and Den seemed to be getting close, so I didn’t mind telling her that I was interested in her. Shit, I wanted the world to know.

    “I hope she is willing to ept that you genuinely like her. I honestly don’t think she believes someone like you would be interested in the help.”

    “Someone like me?” I said, lifting my brows. “I’m human just like her. I’m just like you. I worked hard doing everything I could and learning everything I could to w my way to the top. That doesn’t mean I’m not the same person. I’ve grown in a lot of ways, but I’m not out of touch. Plus, I’m not a fool. I know when something amazing is standing right in front of me. Things between us started rocky, but I hope she’s willing to open herself up to me.”

    “Whew!” Sicily said, fanning herself with her hand. “I feel like I’m in a romance movie.”

    “Lady,” I said, chuckling as I walked over to the stove.

    “Uncle Steel, I like the white part,” King told me.

    I smiled and walked over to rub the top of his head and make sure Evie was eating. “You like anything sweet. That’s whipped cream, buddy.”

    “It’s good. Is Ms. Devying to eat with us too?” he wondered.

    “Not this morning. She’s resting,” Sicily exined.

    I’d made French toast, sausage, and eggs and invited Sicily to eat breakfast with me and the kids. I wanted to give Den a chance to sleep in for a change. I imagined if she was the mother of my children and I never helped with the kids, we would be in divorce court in no time. I didn’t want her to get burned out or feel like I didn’t appreciate her contributions around here. Today I would show her my appreciation better than I could ever exin it.

    Once the kids were good, I made a te for Den and put it on a tray next to a ss of orange juice and a bottle of water.

    “Keep an eye on your sister for a second, King,” I instructed, knowing that Sicily would be there. I wanted to instill a protectiveness over his sister into him early.

    Bncing the tray, I moved down the hall until I was standing in front of my bedroom door. I turned my back and nudged the door open before walking inside. Den was still knocked out, so I sat the tray down on the nightstand and sat on the side of the bed.

    “Dev,” I called, leaning down to kiss her sweet face.

    “Hm?” she responded without even opening her eyes.

    “Wake up, baby. It’s time for breakfast.”

    “Breakfast?” Her eyes popped open.

    Sitting up straight in the bed, she snatched the covers up over her chest and looked around the room.

    “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” I asked, drawing my brows together in confusion.

    “What time is it?” she asked.

    “It’s a little after nine.”

    “Oh my God. I gotta get the kids,” she said, sliding to get out of bed.

    Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her body to mine and kissed the side of her face.

    “The kids are good, Den,” I assured her.

    “I know they’re starving by now. I can’t believe I overslept.”

    “They’re fine. I made breakfast.”

    “You made breakfast?” she questioned.

    I leaned back and put my hand on my chest as if I were offended. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

    “I can’t help it. I’m almost speechless.”

    “Prepare to find your voice,” I said, reaching over and retrieving the tray from the nightstand.

    “Breakfast in bed?” she sang.

    The smile on her face was worth everything I was risking just to see it. There were two dome-covered tes on the tray. I removed the first one to reveal the food.

    “I did some research over the past couple of weeks and found that the average sry for a nanny is between three and five thousand dors a month,” I revealed as I stood and removed the second dome. “You’re invaluable to me and the kids, but I figured the least I could do was double that, starting with back pay.”

    “Steel,” she whispered. “What’s this?”

    “Not enough but I hope it’s a start,” I replied.

    “Ten thousand dors though?”

    “The sry ispletely negotiable. I just want to make it clear how much I want you here and don’t know what I would do without you. I also want you to know that you are not a prisoner here,” I said, swallowing before I continued. I had to say what was on my chest before I lost the nerve.

    “What does that mean?’ she asked me.

    “It means you’re not a prisoner here, baby. Any time you’re ready to go, I will have it arranged, just say the word. If you decide you no longer want to be here, I’ll understand. I won’t be able to bring myself to take you home on my own, but I will let you go. I just ask that you continue to care for the kids until I can find someone else. I’ll continue to pay our agreed-upon price until you stoping back. Now I’m letting you know that you’re free to go, and I promise I mean it. I need you to understand that under no circumstances do I want you to leave. I want you to stay.”

    Sitting back down on the side of the bed, I touched her face. “As a matter of fact, I’m begging you to stay, Den. Please.” Thest word came in a whisper, and I barely recognized my own voice.

    “I want to stay.” She nodded, making sure to hold my gaze.

    Her confession cracked my chest wide open. If I could have put my heart on the te right next to the money I would have. Cupping her face, I kissed her before backing up to let her eat.

    “Eat breakfast. I’m taking you somewhere this morning.”

    “What if I want to y first? I understood you wanting to be a gentlemanst night, but I want to see the other guy for a second.” She grinned devilishly as she spoke.

    I kicked my shoes off as I moved the serving tray back to its original ce on the nightstand. Standing briefly, I removed my pants and briefs before getting back on the bed. Moving in her direction, I hovered over her until she was lying on her back. I pinned her in ce with my eyes before I spoke.

    “Tell me what I need to do to please you. Hm? Tell me how to make you happy, Den. Better yet, tell me what I gotta do to make you understand that not only are you perfect, but you’re absolutely perfect for me,” I instructed as I tugged her bottoms down her legs. Kissing my way up, I waited a beat for her to respond. “Tell me you’re perfect.”

    She sighed and covered her face with her hands. “Steel.”

    “Look at me and tell me you’re fucking perfect, Den. Because that’s what I think every time I look at you,” I said, as I swiped the head of my dick across her slick opening. “Fucking say it, Den,” I demanded as I impaled her with my full length.

    “I-I can’t,” she hissed.

    “So, you’re telling me I have bad taste?” I asked, grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her in for a sloppy kiss. “I know I don’t have fucked up taste, Den. Is that what you’re telling me?”

    “No,” she moaned.

    “Well, why the hell do you not understand how perfect you are? Any man would be lucky to have you, especially my imbnced ass. Don’t ever let me hear you say you couldn’t believe a nigga wanted a girl like you. You are the fucking prize. Even before I knew how good this pussy was, I knew you were a prize. Tell me you’re a prize.”

    “I’m a prize,” she muttered.

    “Tell me that you’re beautiful, Den.”

    “I’m . . . beautiful.”

    “Don’t let a nigga breathing make you feel like you aren’t worthy, especially not a nigga who doesn’t even deserve to breathe your air. Do you hear me?” I asked her.

    “Yes!” she cried.

    “I want to worship you, Dev. Come sit on my face,” I instructed, pulling out so that I couldy on my back.

    “What?” she giggled, covering her face again.

    She was so beautiful that I still found it hard to look away. Den was the epitome of beauty and sophistication with a special mix of down-to-earth goofiness to keep her bnced. She was the perfect mix of everything that must have been missing in my life because she made me feelplete.

    “On my face, princess,” I repeated, pulling her hands away from her face.

    Her eyes stretched, and I could tell she thought she had a choice. I didn’t give her a chance to protest before I grabbed her hips and pulled her up my body until my tongue was in her pussy. She moaned and hissed as I slid my tongue deeper in her tunnel. The taste of her coating my tongue had my dick standing at full attention.

    Slipping my tongue out of her, I kept my grip on her ass as she moved her hips grinding against my face. I felt like a monster for so long for just having her here, but in this moment, I felt like she epted the monster I was. That’s all that mattered to me. I let her do her thing riding my face until her pussy was leaking all over my neck and chest.

    “You’re so addicting,” I told her, as I slid her down my body until her pussy was cloaking my dick like a glove.

    I closed my eyes as I sank deeper inside her, and I swear it was like heaven all over again. Her soft ass in my hands as she bounced on my dick made my heart race. Den was made with me in mind. Her entire makeup called to something in my DNA. Even her pussy felt like it was molded perfectly for my dick. The tight heat of her walls sucked me up like a vacuum making me want to scream. I never wanted to feel another pussy if it didn’t belong to Den Rose.

    “I feel like I’m about to cum already,” she said, giggling softly.

    Den’s slow ride was driving me mad. I hoped she didn’t feel like what she said was a bad thing because I was about to bust myself. Pulling her pretty ass down until her chest was pressed firmly against mine, I whispered in her ear.

    “Go ahead. Cum for me,” I told her before letting her sit back up.

    “OK,” she whimpered, continuing her slow grind.

    Reaching forward, I thumbed her clit, hoping to encourage her to get to the finish line before I got there.

    “You were made for me, Den. Stay with me forever, baby.”

    “I will,” she vowed.

    “I never want to let you go. I would fuck you forever for the rest of my life if I could.”

    She picked up her pace and I swear that was all she wrote. I bit down on my bottom lip until I tasted blood as I fought to hold back, but I knew I was a goner.

    “I don’t know if I can hold it much longer, princess. I need you to cum for me.”

    “Mm hm,” she moaned, nodding her head as I began to fuck her back. “Oh shit, Steel!”

    Flipping her on her back, I plunged into her deep and hard as her creamy essence coated my dick. “Fuuuk this pussy is good, Den. I want all of this shit. Am I getting all of it? I feel like I’m getting every inch of it.”

    “Yes, yes, oh my God yes!” she cried, clinging to my back.

    “That’s right, baby. Let it go.” Her walls contracted, sapping me of the nut that had been gradually building. I almost cked out as I sprayed my seed into her with no regrets. Rolling over onto my back I fought to catch my breath. “Get up and get dressed. I’m teaching you how to drive.”