Page 12 of Nanny's Mate

All of the men she’d encountered fell short of her expectations. So she had stopped for some time pursuing anyone that didn’t set her heart, soul, body, and mind ablaze. Beatriz focused on her career which landed her on Tristan and Barbara’s doorstep.

And then she found Mike. The tall, dark, quiet, handsome, and strapping type. Her wolf was famished, yearning for him to satiate her voracious desire.

It was how she felt when he climbed into the shower with her, took her by the waist, and yanked her into his hard body. The water hammered into them as they kissed in a fury, all thoughts of obligations melting away like snow in the sun.

He backed her into the wall, teeth gnawing along her jawline. His cock was hard as a pipe again, pressing into the plush skin of her thigh. Mike nipped at her neck before growling viscerally into her neck.

“I want you, Beatriz. I need to mark you.”

It was a growl that shook her to the core, but it gave her some pause. She froze for a moment, and he must have sensed it because he lifted his head from her, his eyes burning with a green brilliance.

She lowered her legs from his waist, which she had swathed around him without realizing. The water pounded on their naked forms as she spoke, not hesitant or afraid but aware of their weight.

“I want to wait before we mark each other,” she said, running her fingers slowly through his damp hair. “I’m not ready yet.”

Disappointment filled his gaze, but he kept his fingers embedded deep into her hips. She was glad that he respected her wishes, which made her want him even more.

Beatriz kissed his chin, nibbling her way along the trail of his neck. She whispered, her voice sensual in the muggy steam of the bathroom.

“Fuck me, Mike. I still want you. The buildup will make it even more delicious, I promise you."

He snarled, pressing himself against her, then firmly cupped her ass to lift her against the shower wall.

“I couldn’t resist if I tried,” he grunted with a salacious grin.

He slid into her easily, and they fucked with a passion that was somehow even more profound than the way they had the night before.

They both climaxed quickly and powerfully, then proceeded to clean up in a dozy, elated mood. When Beatriz got out of the shower, she heard the distant buzz of her phone and went to it with the towel wrapped around her.

“Not so fast.”

Mike tried to grab her, but she squirmed out of his grip. She laughed as she padded toward the bedroom, water trailing through the cabin as he followed behind her.

She took her phone from the bedside table, Mike’s hands exploring her. But she saw Barbara was calling, so she waved him off, taking a seat on the bed with her towel pinned to her chest.

“Hey, Barb,” she said, feeling concerned. “Everything okay?”

It was her day off, but she wouldn’t ever dare to screen the call of her employer. Mike stood in front of her, drying off, a beautiful god of a man. Her wolf whimpered, and she tried to fix her gaze on the ceiling.

“Everything is peachy, Bea,” Barbara said, her voice the usual tone of complete serenity. “Is Mike there with you?”

Her face flushed as Mike finished drying off. He paused, staring at her with a grave intention.

“Umm, he is, yes,” she said, running a hand through her hair bashfully. “Do you want to speak to him?”

“No, no, that is fine. I hope you had a good time, Beatriz. You deserve it. Truly."

There wasn’t an ounce of sarcasm in her voice. It was the way of Barbara Wolfe. She was as sincere as they came.

“Please do ask him to drop by the house before he leaves. That’s all I wanted to ask.”

“I will do that.”

Mike draped the towel along the end of the bed. He stood solid as a rock, waiting for Beatriz to relay her message. It was as if he knew what she was going to say.

“What’s up?” he asked, brow deeply furrowed.

“That was Barbara. She told me to ask you to stop by before you leave today.”

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