Page 25 of Devil Seeks Nanny

It’s not lost on me that she almost calls my house home, but I don’t point it out. Instead, I nod, and the two of us stand up from the couch. As Diana gathers her things, I wait for her by the door. She lingers by the TV, looking down at the pictures before she seems to steel herself and walks over, and the two of us exit the house. Once she has locked up, she goes to her car and I go to mine, and I don’t pull out until she does, and then I follow her back to my estate.

It’s difficult not to pick up on Diana’s morose energy; I see it in the sadness in her eyes, in the slump of her shoulders. She tries to paste on a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. On the drive home, as we go through the darkened streets of San Francisco, I find myself craving the light that brightens up her blue-eyed gaze, and how easily it makes her seem alive.

Her smile is a beacon of light, and for someone like me who comfortably lives and rules in the darkness, I find myself searching for it more often than not.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens as I continue my journey home. I can feel myself slipping into thinking about Diana and, for better or worse, I don’t know if I can get myself to stop.

Gravel crunches beneath the tires of my car as we pull up to the house. Only the living room lights are on, which I can see even through the thick drapes covering the windows, where Raf most likely is. On the second floor, there’s a soft light illuminating Monica’s bedroom window because she chooses to sleep with a nightlight.

Diana and I park our cars in tandem, the two of us stepping out of our respective vehicles before heading up into the house. She’s right behind me, her presence one I can’t seem to ignore, and we enter the quiet house.

“I’m going to head to bed,” Diana says quietly as if she doesn’t want to wake the kids, even though they’re all the way upstairs. Her blue eyes meet mine, and I watch as she offers me a quick smile. “Sorry for, uh, worrying you, I guess,” she says hesitantly as if she’s not sure if she even did worry me. I see the look in her eye, and I know she thinks what happened was more of an inconvenience for me. Which isn’t true. Before I can think to say anything, she runs her fingers through her hair, already making her way toward the staircase that leads to her floor. “It was a good day overall, despite the shitty ending.” She lets out a nervous chuckle. “Goodnight.”

She disappears upstairs, and I remain where I stand even after I hear the click of her door shut. My jaw works, her words ringing through me, stirring something deep in my chest. Before I can dwell on it, however, I hear footsteps, and I glance over to see Raf approaching.

“Everything good, Boss?” he asks with an arch of an eyebrow.

I nod. “Yes,” I say. “You can head home. Thanks for staying.”

He cracks a brief smile. “No problem. See you tomorrow.”

After Raf leaves, I lock up the doors and do my usual rounds of making sure every entrance and every window is locked and secured. Anyone would be hard-pressed to break into the house itself, what with the 24/7 security guards I have stationed all around the estate, in addition to the security cameras. But with my kids here, I can never be too careful.

Once I’m done, I walk up the stairs and intend to go to my own bedroom, but the second I plant a foot on the last step, I find myself stopping. My grip on the polished wooden banister tightens, my gaze flickering toward Diana and the kids’ wing. An urge rushes through me, and I can’t seem to ignore it. I finish the last step and before I can think too deeply about it, I find myself making my way down the hall toward Diana’s room.

It was a good day overall, despite the shitty ending.

Diana’s words echo in my head with every step I take closer to her bedroom. But every step is also telling me to turn the hell around, to go back to my room and put distance between myself and Diana. But I don’t listen to that rational, nagging voice. My heated blood thrums in my veins, my steps determined, and before I can talk myself out of it, I’m knocking on Diana’s bedroom door.

My jaw works, head bowed as I drop my gaze to my feet. The voice in my head tells me to move, to walk away, but I stay put. Newfound adrenaline rushes through my veins as I take in a deep breath, and then suddenly, the door is swinging open.

I lift my head, my eyes locking with Diana’s curious, beautiful blue, and I don’t hesitate.

She furrows her eyebrows, staring up at me. “Mr. Cataldi, what—”

I don’t let her finish. My hands cup her cheeks, feeling the softness of her skin against the roughness of my palms, and I capture her full lips in a heated, greedy kiss.

Her mouth is as soft as I had imagined, and Diana hesitates for a moment before her lips are working against mine, kissing me back just as feverishly. The taste of her ChapStick, of her, has the blood rushing straight to my cock, especially when her hands grip the front of my shirt, pulling me close. Caution has long since been thrown out of the window as I part her lips with mine, and she readily grants me access to her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers, wanting to taste every part of her.

It’s deep and languid, and it pulls a soft moan from her that sets a fire under my skin. In a moment, I’ve crossed a boundary I told myself I never would, but I can’t bring myself to care—not when she tastes and feels this good. The repercussions of my actions can take a back seat, because all I can focus on is Diana, and the thought that I should’ve done this long ago.

My heart is thundering, something it has rarely ever done, as she presses her body into my larger one. I want to pick her up, to press her against the wall or the bed. My cock aches to be inside of her, to feel every dip and curve of her body against my hands, to be as close as I possibly can to her. I can’t get enough.

We have to pull away a few moments later, reluctantly, to catch our breaths. My jaw presses together when I pull away, already fighting the urge to kiss her again, and I force myself to open my eyes. Diana’s are still closed, her mouth—pink and slightly swollen because of me—is parted slightly, a dazed expression on her pretty face. Fuck. My pants are uncomfortably tight, and not even the world’s coldest shower will do me any favors. Not when the taste of her tongue is still on mine.

I brush a thumb across her cheek, and her eyes flutter open. The bright blue has darkened by desire, and my cock throbs, knowing she wants me as badly as I want her. Her cheeks are flushed, and I know if I stay here any longer, I’m not going to hesitate in taking her.

Her chest moves up and down rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, her grip on my shirt loosening slowly. I pin her with a stare, and right now, I can’t mask my own desire. I can’t bring myself to look expressionless, to appear unaffected. When the truth of the matter is, she is so deeply under my skin, I don’t think I can get her out even if I wanted to.

My voice is gruff as I say, “Enough with the Mr. Cataldi shit.” Diana blinks at me, her gaze lowering to my mouth as I speak. I fight the urge to smirk. “It’s Bruno. Understand?”

Diana slowly nods, still dazed. Her voice is hoarse, the tension tightening in the air as she whispers, “Okay, Bruno.”

The sound of my name on her tongue grips me tightly. “Good.” I flash her a smirk before kissing her again, and this time, she immediately melts into me.

When my tongue dominates hers, Diana lets out a moan that shoots straight to my cock, and I push her into her bedroom. She lets me, keeping me close, and I kick the door shut behind me before spinning us around and pressing her against the door. I trap her against it with my own body, and the feel of her against me is too fucking much.

My hands slide lower until my fingers slide under the band of her sleep shorts that she had already changed into. Diana whimpers against my mouth as I slide them down her legs, gasping as the cool air of the room hits her exposed pussy. I pull away from her, watching her watch me with hazy blue eyes, and I smirk at her lazily.

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