Page 29 of Devil Seeks Nanny

She takes a few steps into the office, dressed in an oversized UCLA sweatshirt with, I’m assuming, shorts underneath since the sweatshirt is too large for me to see them. What I do notice, however, are her long legs. Legs I know are as smooth and soft as they look.

Her face is free of makeup, and yet her skin just glows naturally. When she stops a few feet in front of the desk, I arch a cool eyebrow and ask dryly, “Where’s my water?”

Diana’s eyes flash with heat. She’s so incredibly sexy. “In the kitchen, where it always is,” she responds coolly. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she raises her own eyebrows down at me. “You came home but didn’t ask about the report on the kids.”

My gaze is fixed on her mouth as she speaks, but I lock my dark eyes with her blue when I say, “You avoided me this morning. Thought I’d give you the space you obviously want.”

A razor-sharp edge creeps into my voice as I say the words that taste bitter on my tongue. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her all night and all day, and the thought of her avoiding me stung more than I care to admit. What the fuck am I, a rejected, lovesick middle schooler? It’s fucking pathetic, yet Diana’s got me feeling like one effortlessly.

“That’s not true.”

I don’t move from my chair upon hearing her words. Instead, I tilt my head ever so slightly. She can’t seem to look away from me, just like I can’t look away from her. There’s an electrical current running between us, and from the darkening of her gaze, I know she’s feeling it just as strongly as I am. With a lift of my chin, I ask, “Then what’s the truth?”

Diana’s delicate throat works, and the action fills me with the urge to feel her skin against my mouth again. “Will you fire me if I tell you it?”

There’s a knot in my chest. “No, I won’t.”

The dim light of the lamp in the corner of the office makes her glow in a burnt golden, her hair like a halo. How fitting, that she’s the angel and I’m the devil in the dark. With her gaze locked on mine and her voice dropping just slightly, Diana confesses, “I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye without wanting to kiss you again.”

Her words light a fire in my veins, the blood rushing to my cock. If the simple image of kissing Diana can bring such an intense reaction out of me, I’m not surprised by how attracted to her I am. Her beauty, her voice, her smile—hell, everything about her is sweet and perfect; too good for a man like me. But I’m a selfish fucker, and if she wants me as badly as I want her, who am I to deny either of us?

My voice is gruff as I command, “Come here.”

Excitement flashes across Diana’s face before she moves, slowly yet purposefully making her way around the mahogany desk and toward me. I push my seat back just slightly away from the desk, but I don’t turn. I watch Diana expectantly, my blood rushing, and she gets the hint and comes to stand in front of me, right between my legs, my desk behind her. Not even my knife, the one that’s cut through flesh and bone, could cut through the thick tension that heavies the air as Diana stands in front of me, looking down at me in nervous anticipation.

My posture is relaxed in my seat, but I’m anything but as I reach my hand out and slide it up her inner thigh. I feel her muscle jump beneath my touch, but Diana doesn’t move as I caress the soft flesh, raising my gaze to lock it with hers. “Is that all you want me to do?” I ask her in a low murmur. “Just a kiss?”

I slide my hand up high enough that it brushes against the hem of her shorts under her oversized sweatshirt. My mouth curls up in a smirk as I keep moving upwards until I’m cupping her covered pussy with my palm, and the fire in my blood intensifies when I feel the dampness. “I think you want me to do much more than just kiss you, Diana.”

I see the tension in her throat as I rub a thumb between her folds through the thin material of the shorts. I see her hand reach back, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Use your words.”

“I want—” She bites her lower lip as I rub her clit through the shorts. My cock is hard in my pants, desperate to be let free and let inside of her. “I want your fingers, and your tongue, and your cock in my pussy.” I suppress a groan at those filthy words being spoken in her sweet voice. A flush is already spread across her cheeks as she adds, “But first, I want your cock in my mouth.”

My eyes flash, lust setting me on fire as I roughly ask, “Then what are you waiting for?”

She takes the encouragement as her sign to move. I watch as she drops to her knees in front of me, her nimble fingers easily working to undo my belt before working open the button and zippers of my pants. I help her pull them off, right with my underwear, my hard cock springing up, flushed and angry at the tip.

I see the desire swimming in her blue eyes as she eyes my dick hungrily, and if I liked the view of her kneeling between my legs, then the one of her taking my cock in her mouth will be engrained in my head forever.

I grit my teeth and groan as she takes me into her mouth, her hand wrapping around me to work whatever she can’t fit. The sensation of her warm mouth around my cock is enough to make me see stars, but I keep my gaze fixed on Diana. She moans around me, and the vibrations of the sound would have made my entire body jerk if I didn’t have any control over myself.

Diana bobs her head on my dick, her hand working the rest, and one of my hands is gripping the armrest of the chair while the other goes to the back of Diana’s head. I thread my fingers through her soft hair, tightening my grip but letting her have control for now as she effortlessly brings me toward the edge. “Wish you could see yourself,” I grunt, unable to tear my gaze away from her. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, with my cock in your mouth.”

My words cause her to moan around me, and it’s enough to tip me to the other side. I can’t remember the last time I received a blow job as fucking incredible as this, but Diana has me coming with a deep, guttural groan. My muscles tighten, blood searing in my veins as electricity explodes when I empty my load in her mouth. And I watch, heart pounding, as Diana swallows every drop I give her.

This fucking woman.

When she pulls back, a thin string of spit connects from her mouth to my cock, breaking off as she licks her lips clean. The sight alone hardens me instantly again, my desire for her seemingly never-ending, as I admire the flush in her cheeks and her swollen lips. “We’re not done yet,” I warn her, sitting up.

“Good,” Diana says with a lazy smirk, still on her knees in front of me. “I was afraid that’s all you had to give me.”

Her teasing words rip a growl through me, and I’m not gentle as I pick her up and put her on my desk. She gasps as I grip the hem of her shorts and tug them off, tossing them on the floor somewhere. Her sweatshirt pools on her lap, and I shoot her a look as I remain sitting on my chair and say, “Take it off.”

Diana listens, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and pulling it off, and my jaw tightens at the new skin that’s exposed. She’s only got a bra on underneath, baby pink and lacy—enough for me to see her pink nipples under the gauzy material. The sight of her naked on my desk save for her bra has my cock standing at attention, my mouth watering to taste every inch of her. I slide a hand up the expanse of her stomach, up the valley of her breasts and throat, until my fingers grip her jaw and I tug her forward and down enough to brush my lips against hers.

Electricity sparks at the most gentle of touches, and with my gaze locked on hers, I tell her roughly, “No other man touches you like this. Remember that.”

Diana lets out a shuddering breath before responding, “Whatever you say, Boss.”

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