Page 13 of A Curvy Nanny for the Big Boss

My chest is burning. Is she saying what I think she might be saying? I study her eyes, looking deeply into them, trying to tell if I’m right.

“If I told you that I liked you too, Celeste,” I say, “do you think we would mean it in the same way?”

Her breath catches. “I think so.”

“Because for me, it’s more than just liking you,” I say. My voice is coming out husky now, vibrating up my throat as each word spills out. “Honey, it’s far more serious than that.”

Celeste blinks at me, her cheeks turning a subtle rosy pink. “How serious?”

“Infatuation. Obsession.” I reach out and touch her cheek, the softness of her skin making me swallow back a soft groan. “I’ve felt this way since the day you walked into my office. It’s the reason I was such an asshole to you for those six years. I know it was a shitty way to behave. I know I’ve done you wrong. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

“Henry,” she says quietly, her eyes searching mine. “Oh, God. I can’t believe this. I wanted you too. So badly. But I was in denial the whole time.”

My eyes drop to her lips. “You know I can’t kiss you right now, right?”

“Even if I want you to?” she asks, her voice pleading for it.

“It would be wrong, Celeste. You know that as well as I do.”

She swallows. Hard. “We’ll wait then. Until I’m no longer your nanny.”

“Can you survive?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Can you?”

I smirk. “I survived six years of you coming into my office in those little curve-hugging skirts and high heels. I’ll find a way to deal with it. Even if it means endlessly jerking off every night to the thought of you.”

A little whimper escapes her lips. Her cheek is burning with heat against my palm. She’s so flustered right now. So needy. It’s torture, seeing her like this. She deserves to be taken care of. There’s so much time to make up for. So much pleasure to give this spectacular woman.

“Fuck it,” I grunt, and pull her to me.

When our lips meet, they fit together perfectly, as if we were made for each other. Hell, I think weweremade for each other. It was only circumstance that kept us apart for so long. In another life, we would have been married by now. Her belly would already be big and round with our child.

Our kiss deepens, our tongues sliding into each other’s mouths. Finally getting to taste Celeste makes me painfully erect. With a deep grunt, I push her up against the nearest wall, pinning her in place.

Celeste aches against me, her hands running up my chest and desperately undoing the buttons on my shirt. As she works on them, I slide my hands up and down her glorious curves, marveling at how gorgeous she is. I love how big her hips are, how soft her belly is, how beautifully plump her thighs are.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Celeste,” I say, and it feels like heaven to finally tell her that. “I can’t get over it.”

“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever known,” she says, laughing feverishly. She runs her hands over my bare chest, biting her lip as her eyes trail down my abs. “Jesus.”

I pull her shirt up over her head, then bend down to slip one of her tits out and suck it a little. Celeste moans and pushes her nipple harder into my mouth.

While I’m enjoying that, she pushes down the waistband of her lounge pants, and then her panties. The scent of her pussy literally brings me to my knees. I bury my mouth between her legs and taste her clit, reveling at how wet she is for me.

“Henry,” she moans, digging her hands through my hair. “Oh, God.”

I push her legs open and lick her harder, loving every second of it. Goddamn, she tastes good. She’s going to be in for a lifetime of getting her pussy eaten out.

“Come for me,” I demand between laps. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let me taste that cream.”

Her body quivers against me as I pleasure her, her breathing growing shallow as she gets closer and closer. And then the most beautiful sound comes out of her mouth, and her pussy is pulsing hard against my tongue.

“Good girl.” I stand up, sliding my hands up her curves, savoring them to no end. As she catches her breath, Celeste’s eyes lock on mine, shimmering with fierce need.

“I need you inside me, Henry. Now.Please. I’m on the pill.”

I feel a filthy smile lift my lips as I undo my fly. “You want me to fill you up with cum, sweet girl?”

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