Page 30 of Devil Seeks Nanny

I smirk at her response before pulling her in for a bruising kiss. She gasps against my mouth, and I use it to my advantage, sliding my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. My free hand slides in between her legs, and I brush a finger through her wet folds before pushing it in. Diana automatically opens her legs wider, giving me more access to her pussy as I pump my finger, her tongue sliding against mine as she whimpers.

One finger becomes two as I add in another, setting a quick pace, feeling her wetness coat my palm as my thumb reaches up to rub her clit in tandem. My office is filled with the sounds of her whimpers and moans, and the crude sounds of my fingers pumping in and out of her.

“Oh, God,” Diana moans and I feel her clenching around my fingers, and moments later, her orgasm rushes through her.

I keep pumping my fingers as she rides it out, and once her body relaxes a bit, I pull out my fingers. Diana breathes heavily, watching me through hooded eyes as I bring my fingers that are coated in her arousal up in front of my mouth. With my gaze locked on hers, I lick my fingers clean, groaning at the sweet taste of her while she watches.

“I don’t think that was enough,” I muse, my hands on her knees to keep her legs open for me. “Need a little more.”

Bending down, I lick at Diana’s sensitive pussy, wet from her orgasm and arousal, and watch as Diana throws her head back with a moan. I lick and suck expertly, taking her clit between my teeth and giving it a gentle tug that has Diana gripping my hair and moaning my name, which only spurs me on. She leans back, bracing herself with her hand planted on the desk behind her, and one of my hands slides up and cups her breast before tugging down the cup of her bra so I can feel the soft flesh in my hand.

I twist and pinch her rosy, stiff nipple while I continue licking her, smirking against her pussy when she tries to move her hips along with me. Her fingers tug at my hair, her moans encouraging me, and it’s not long before her second orgasm is crashing through. Diana comes on my tongue with a sharp cry of my name, her skin flushed and breathing heavy as her body shakes with the force of it.

When she’s trying to catch her breath afterward, I get to my feet, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a condom that I know is there. “On your feet,” I command, my voice firm with authority.

Diana is still breathing heavily, still sitting on my desk as she looks up at me with wide, glazed-over eyes. “Again?”

I smirk, grasping her chin and pressing my thumb to her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. “Thought you wanted my cock in your pussy, sweetheart? I’m just giving you what you want.”

Diana licks her lips, and as fucked as she already looks, pride and satisfaction flood through me as she gets off the desk. Her knees buckle ever so slightly, but I’m there to keep her up, my arm sliding around her waist. “I got you,” I murmur in her ear, my voice gentler than before as I turn her around. With her back to me, I say, “Bend over,” and I hear the excited hitch in her breath before she does.

Diana grips the edge of the desk as I roll the condom on before my hand grips my cock and the other rests on her hip. I press close to her, her ass against my pelvis, and ask, “Ready?”

She nods, still eager despite how sensitive I know her pussy is by now. “Please, Bruno.”

That’s all I need to hear. I push into her from behind, a moan escaping Diana as my cock nestles deep inside of her pussy, my own grunt mixing with hers. The sounds she makes are heavenly, exactly how her pussy feels around me as I push all the way in until I’m buried to the hilt. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

The rhythm I set is quick and steady, skin slapping against skin, and I watch as the flesh of her ass bounces every time I pound into her. My grip is tight on her hips before I lean over her, pressing kisses up her spine. In this moment, she is everything.

When her third orgasm crashes through her and I ride my own out with her, I whisper in her ear, “You’re fucking perfect.”

Diana turns her head to capture my mouth with hers, kissing me as her body trembles with the aftershocks of her release. She tugs at my bottom lip with her teeth, glazed-over blue eyes meeting my dark ones as she asks in a seductive whisper, “Another?”

God, this fucking woman.

I don’t answer—not in the way she expects. Instead, I pick her up, a surprised yelp escaping her, and I don’t think twice about taking Diana up to my bedroom to have my way with her as many times as she’ll let me.

*****

When I wake up at the dawn, it’s because my phone is consistently buzzing on my bedside table. My room smells different, and when I open my eyes, I realize why. Diana lays next to me, fast asleep on her stomach, blonde hair spread out against the white pillow. The bedsheet is halfway up her bare back as she sleeps soundly, the coconut scent that clings to her burying itself deep into my sheets. I don’t think I mind a bit.

I want to lay here and admire her for as long as I want to, to watch the rise and fall of her back as she breathes easily. No woman has been in my bed for years; if I sleep with anyone, it’s at a hotel or at their place, but never in my home, never in my bed. But here Diana is, laying here as if she belongs here. And part of me. . . Part of me believes that she does.

I don’t know when this woman got so deep into my system, but I don’t think I want to get her out.

Before I can let that thought linger, my phone buzzes again, and I suppress the irritating growl that threatens to escape me so I don’t wake up Diana, and grab my phone off the bedside table. I glare at the screen before my expression tightens even more when I see I have a few missed calls from both Leo and Raf, and a text from Leo that erases all sleep from me and has me sitting up immediately.

Leo: Get to the office immediately. Found out information on Benny Elliott. Not good.

I’m off the bed instantly, responding to Leo that I’ll be there as soon as I can. I move around my room quietly as I get dressed, jaw clenching as I button my shirt and look toward Diana. Whatever I find out today is going to affect her one way or the other, and as badly as I need to know the truth, I find myself hesitant to tell her, whatever the hell it is. Even though I know she asked me to. I’ve kept her in the dark so far about everything, but eventually, Diana will need to know the truth, and I’ll have to be the one to give it to her.

I’ve never, ever had any issue with being the bad guy. But right now, with Diana, it’s the last thing I want to be.

I don’t wake her up, knowing she’ll be up in a few hours anyway. Once I’m dressed, I head out, my grip on the steering wheel the entire drive over as tight as my jaw. I don’t allow myself to jump to the ideas of what my guys found out because that would be ineffective and a waste of time. I need to know all of the information there is to know before coming to any sort of conclusion. Part of me had hoped that when I told my men to dig into Diana’s father, they wouldn’t find anything. I wanted that man to be clean, for Diana’s sake. But the closer I get to my office, the tighter that knot of dread in my stomach gets. I’ve already got a bad feeling about this.

I make the twenty-minute drive to my office in less than ten since it’s early and half the city is still asleep. My underboss and consigliere, unsurprisingly, are already in my office when I burst through the door and immediately demand, “What’d you find out?”

Leo and Raf’s faces are grave, and my jaw tightens even more. “We dug through Benny’s financials, and some inconsistencies stood out,” Raf says before releasing a heavy sigh. “A couple of months ago, he had nearly ten grand wired into his bank account from another account—offshore. Dug around some more and—” Raf shakes his head, the muscle in his jaw clenching. “The account belongs to Alexei Antonov.”

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