Page 5 of One Night With The Nanny

That was all that Reid was after: one night of reckless, mysterious, unbridled lust and the absolute freedom to do anything he wanted with his and his partner’s body. It was the only thing his otherwise perfect life lacked, but Reid enjoyed it all the more because no one had a goddamn clue he was doing it.

Not a single soul who mattered—Gavin, Fin, Morris, or the rest of Reid’s friends and employees—would ever suspect that he was currently at the top of the Baccarat, having his own private rodeo with a beautiful, mysterious older man.

“Oh, Christ! Wes!”

“Not yet!” he clicked his teeth as he dismounted and rolled onto his back. “Let’s get really messy.” Reid chewed on his lip as he stroked his cock and it only took a moment for his nerves to spark and he came with a shocked yelp. His legs trembled as Reid tugged at his length, torturing Max. He collected the puddles next to his navel and on his pec, coating his fingers and sliding them in and out of his hole.

“Wes, I think… I think I love you.”

“You love this,” Reid said as he got on his knees again. This time, Reid set a ruthless pace, his ass slamming against Max’s pelvis. “Give it to me hard and I’ll let you come all over my face and lick me clean.”

“Wes!”

But it worked. Max growled as he pumped harder and faster. Reid had to brace himself and could only nod in approval as the base of Max’s cock ground against his prostate. Intense pleasure radiated from deep in Reid’s ass but he could not come again, physically. He was tapped out and it would take him a few hours, at least. But his eyes crossed as his nerves imploded and goosebumps spread across his chest and down his limbs.

“Wes, I’m—!”

“Shhh!” Reid’s hands were shaking as he swung around and he fumbled as he peeled off the condom. “Now, you may,” he said huskily, dragging his tongue up Max’s length.

“Yes!” Max’s shout carried through the suite, bouncing off the gleaming walls around them, as cum burst all over Reid’s lips, cheek, and chin. “Good God, Wes. You’re an animal,” he said reverently.

“Thank you!” Reid rose and freed Max’s wrists, then fell back on the bed. “Now, clean me up.” He gestured at his face and the rest of his body, eliciting another possessive growl from Max as he sank to his knees at the foot of the bed and reached for Reid’s hips. “Oh!” Reid laughed as he was pulled to the end of the mattress. “Oh…”

Max was incredibly thorough and a bit of an animal himself.

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He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up smiling, but Max wanted more as he stretched and rolled over to wake “Wes” up. There were already aches—and probably a few bruises after the way they’d slammed each other around in the shower—yet his body craved more of the sexy and insatiable younger man. The pillow next to him was unoccupied, though, and the sheets were cool as Max’s hand slid across them.

“Wes?” he called, sitting up and rubbing his face as he looked around the suite.

Wes hurried out of the bathroom, already dressed in his velvet suit and slicking his hair back with wet hands. “Sorry! Have to run and was hoping I wouldn’t wake you,” he said quickly, offering Max an airy wave as he passed the bed on his way out.

“Hold on!” Max sprang from the bed, sprinting to catch him. “What’s your hurry?”

“I have plans,” Wes said, with an obvious lift of his brows.

Max caught his elbow just as Wes was reaching for the elevator’s call button and turned him. “But…it’s Sunday. What could you possibly have going on this morning?”

There was a sharp hiss from Wes, warning Max as the younger man freed his arm. “A lot, actually.”

“Reschedule,” Max said, attempting to pull Wes into his arms but a hand planted on the middle of his chest.

“Can’t. This has been fun, but I have to run now. Take care, Max.” He offered Max a jaunty salute as he tried to turn.

“Wait!” Max laughed, stunned at the dismissal. “If it’s a matter of a prior…arrangement, I’m happy to cover the cost of your next appointment.”

Wes’s eyes widened and his mouth flopped open before he closed it. There was an amused snort as he rubbed the end of his nose with a knuckle. “No. There’s no prior arrangement.”

“Excellent! I’d like to keep you for the…week,” Max decided with a nod.

“Keep me?” Wes’s neck craned and he blinked like Max was confused.

“You can stay here and order anything you like,” Max explained, gesturing around them. He could set Wes up in the suite and Max could pop in and out during the week until he’d gotten the younger man out of his system.

“No…I can’t. I have plans and I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.”

“If it’s about your fee…” Max held up a hand and went to find his wallet. “I owe you for last night and I can make it worth your while,” he said, making Wes cackle.

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