Page 29 of One Night With The Nanny

Reid whistled as he reached for his own tie, he’d need both of them. “Oh, you really wanna play,” he said, his lips curving into a grin as he followed and planned Max’s annihilation.

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He was a vision in pinstripes, sleek and elegant as he unbuttoned his coat and prowled after Max.

“I’m going to pour myself a bourbon.” Reid tossed the coat at the sofa, his eyes sparking with wicked promise as he tucked their ties in his trouser pocket, letting the ends dangle. “I want you naked and on the bed this time.”

“As you wish.”

Max remained cool as he backed into the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as his eyes followed Reid through the suite to the bar in the dining area. His heart was racing as he quickly complied with Reid’s command, anxious to see what he had in store for them.

He was truly the perfect package as he strolled into the bedroom, sipping from a tumbler as he went to the bed and gave one of the chrome posts a tug, testing it. Reid had been captivating before, a cunning combination of confidence and charm, but he was all the more alluring now that Max had had a glimpse of the man beneath the sexy suit and swagger.

“Still feels pretty sturdy,” Reid noted while Max stepped out of his trousers and draped them over the back of the loveseat.

That he could make all of Max’s wildest and sexiest fantasies a reality was like wrapping that perfect package in a pretty bow. Reid’s rules may have prohibited more than one night, but Max had won a second and he had no intentions of relinquishing his prize in the morning. He would stop at nothing, do whatever it took, to make Reid his.

Max shed his shirt, boxers, and socks and went to the bed. “Do you want me to lie down or get on my knees?”

“On your back, but you can relax for a moment,” Reid said as he held out the glass.

Max took it and raised it to his lips, but he was oblivious to the taste as he drank and watched Reid undress.

He hummed as he unbuttoned his vest, taking his time as he sang softly, mostly to himself. It was a catchy tune, reminding Max of something Dean Martin or Sinatra might have sung and Reid’s voice was rich and smooth. But Max didn’t recognize the song as Reid crooned about a saddle and finding a partner who wouldn’t fall off.

“I like that. What is it?” Max asked and swallowed hard when Reid slid out of his shirt, tossing it at the loveseat.

“ ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine,” Reid replied, then continued his tune, making Max laugh.

“That’s brilliant!” he declared as he chuckled into the bourbon. But Max wasn’t laughing and he sat up when Reid let his trousers drop, revealing a hot pink jockstrap. “I like that too,” he rasped and needed another drink as Reid approached the bed, their ties dangling from his right hand.

“Good. Now, lie back and spread your arms,” he said, with a promising wink as he took the glass from Max, finishing it before setting it on the bedside table.

Max reclined on the pillows, his heart in his throat and his cock hard and aching as Reid used their ties to secure his wrists.

“Once again, I’d like to remind you that I am not a professional sex worker or a trained Dom, but if you’d like a safe word, choose one now,” Reid said as he tossed packets of lube on the bed.

“No, I don’t need a safe word,” Max said, his gaze fixed on the silky pink bulge in the front of Reid’s jock. “Anything you want, Wes.” He hadn’t intended for it to sound like a plea, but Max was willing to beg.

“My favorite words,” Reid purred as he set his knee on the bed and crawled over Max. He nipped at a knee and a thigh and dragged his tongue up Max’s shaft and around his navel. Max hissed as Reid bit his nipple, then the end of his chin. “What if I want to hear you scream, Will?” he asked, then sucked on the end of Max’s chin before pushing off the bed and rising on his knees.

“I was hoping you would.”

He nearly screamed—in ecstasy—when Reid grabbed the headboard and pulled himself up and the front of the jockstrap was mashed against Max’s face. Reid’s fingers spread through Max’s hair and twisted tight.

“Open up!” Reid said, rocking his hips and humming his sultry song as he ground against Max’s mouth.

“Yes!” Max opened wide, lapping and sucking and filling his sinuses with Reid’s scent. He smelled like soap, starch, a faint hint of sweat, and a nice, peppery, but clean-smelling cologne, making Max’s mouth water. He was able to get his tongue around the edge of the fabric and was rewarded with a sharp hiss when Max licked Reid’s sac.

Reid pulled the fabric aside, freeing his cock. “Suck.” He tapped the head against Max’s lips and truly set his fate. Max had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Mr. Reid Marshall. He had never allowed himself to feel anything remotely close to the same desire before, but now there was no way Max was settling for less than everything. He would have Reid’s body and his heart because he’d just stolen Max’s.

“Marry me,” Max said with utter earnestness because he couldn’t help himself, and because it would have been nice to get what he wanted, just this once. Most people assumed that everything went Max’s way because of his wealth and rank. But in reality, much of Max’s life had been dictated to him, and toeing the line for fifty-three years had left him deeply unsatisfied and rather lonely. It also seemed fair to warn Reid. He couldn’t say that Max hadn’t been upfront about his intentions later.

“Yikes. No more talking for you,” Reid scolded with a click of his teeth. He tightened his grip on Max’s hair, pulling his head back and guiding it forward. “Open wide,” he said and Max moaned euphorically as he complied and Reid’s cock slid past his lips. The head rammed the back of Max’s throat, making him gag and gurgle happily, encouraging Reid to be as rough as he pleased. “I want you to kick that right leg if you need me to stop.”

“Uh uh,” Max grunted around Reid’s length.

“We’ll see.” But there was a strained growl in Reid’s voice as he held onto the wall behind the headboard and Max’s hair and pumped his hips.

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