Page 68 of One Night With The Nanny

“Sounds like it might get heavy after a while,” he said as he sat, draping an arm over the back of the chair. He’d dressed in a more casual light gray suit and a shirt in a warm sage check that brought out the green in his eyes. The collar was open, taunting Max and snagging his attention.

“Give us a few moments,” Max requested, dismissing everyone else and the room was quickly cleared and the doors closed. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said as he went to Reid. He attempted to remove the dressing robe as he came around the bed but Reid gasped in protest.

“What’s your hurry? This is nice,” he said and whistled appreciatively as his hands glided up the wide embroidered silk lapels of Max’s robe.

“Do you like this? I think it’s new,” Max murmured, lowering his head and brushing his lips against Reid’s. He was spending every other night at Briarwood Terrace as Reid adjusted and they found a new routine that suited them both. It had been less than twenty-four hours since they had made love but Max couldn’t get enough of him. “You can wear it,” he said as he went to work on the buttons on Reid’s shirt.

“Wait!” Reid laughed against Max’s lips, grabbing his wrists. “You have a final fitting in an hour and a tour of the Grand Ballroom at three.”

Max shrugged, kissing Reid just under his ear and breathing him in. “I’d much rather do this.”

Reid leaned back and wagged a finger at Max. “Oh no, you don’t! I promised Agnes I’d keep you on schedule if I came up here. Get back to work and pick a pair of trousers,” he ordered with a firm nod. “Banks said you needed to get a move on.”

“I’m wearing the gray trousers. They’re being hemmed right now,” Max said, turning his attention to Reid’s belt. “I’d rather see what’s inside your pants.”

There was a hesitant hiss as Reid glanced at the door behind him. “There’s lube in my right pocket but we have to be fast.”

Max groaned as he reached into Reid’s pocket for the packets and felt his erection. “I love that you’re always prepared.” He would have simply said “I love you” but Max didn’t want to ruin the mood. “And did you prepare yourself for me too?” he whispered as he pecked at Reid’s lips and unzipped his fly.

He nodded, licking his lips and biting back a gasp when Max gripped his hard-on, giving it an appreciative knead. “I was hoping we might have a little time before…”

“I will always make time,” Max said as he pushed Reid’s black lace briefs down. He ripped open a packet of lube and coated his fingers, anxious to touch Reid and hear him gasping Max’s name.

“I told you I wasn’t cut out for this,” Reid laughed shakily. “I’m already in the way and distracting you.”

Max guided him back onto the bed and rested his forehead on Reid’s, pinning his gaze. “I understand and respect the fact that this life doesn’t appeal to you but there is no doubt in my mind that you are more than capable of withstanding it. I think you’d do very well and could wield a lot of influence—socially—if you had those kinds of aspirations. But I’d never burden you with this if I didn’t think you were cut out for it. I saw that Ella wasn’t and knew it would take a toll. I was too young and too stupid to stop it back then, but I have no interest in repeating my greatest mistakes with you.”

“How can you tell I’m cut out for this?” Reid asked, his voice a ragged whisper as he searched Max’s eyes. “I might look good in a suit and know how to waltz, but they’re still going to know I’m not one of them. I’ll never pass, Max.”

His face twisted and he shook his head. “And I hope you never will,” Max said. “You’re cut out for this because you won’t take any of it too seriously and because you know that I have a fitting in an hour and have to be downstairs to do a walkthrough with the planner at three. You’ll make sure I’m on time and I’ll have a smile on my face because you’ve also got lube in your pocket.”

A wicked grin curved Reid’s lips. “But it’s mostly because I look damn good in a suit.”

“Very true. The only thing better is when you’re naked,” Max said, tracing the puckered flesh around Reid’s hole, getting it slick and making it flinch and quiver. He slid two fingers into Reid’s gripping heat, swearing at how tight he was.

“Hurry, Max! Someone might come in.”

“Not without my permission,” Max stated as he twisted his hand and curled his fingers, seeking Reid’s prostate and his release.

“Are you sure because that Banks guy said—” He stopped and Reid arched on the bed when Max found his prostate.

“Banks will nag me about the schedule but he’ll tackle anyone if they try to disturb me.”

“Good man. Don’t stop,” Reid panted, riding Max’s fingers. “Don’t stop.” One hand was tight around Max’s lapel, the other fisted the back of his hair as Reid kissed him frantically. He whimpered and bucked, urging Max to be faster and rougher. Max reached deeper, twisting and stretching before stroking his prostate hard and Reid clenched his jaw to muffle a scream. Cum burst onto Reid’s shirt between them and Max mumbled an apology as he swiftly undid his trousers. It took just a moment for Max to free his shaft and guide the head to Reid’s hole. He filled Reid with a smooth, driving thrust, making them both shudder and stifle ecstatic moans.

“Oh fuck, Reid!” he whispered and cried at the slick heat clinging tightly to his cock. Every blissful slide took him deeper and deeper into Reid’s core and Max could already feel his control and his soul slipping. “You feel like heaven.”

“Harder!” Reid’s leg hooked around Max’s hip. “Fuck me like I’m the kind of man you’d never take to a gala,” he purred in Max’s ear. “Fuck me like I’m the kind of man you’d pick up in a bar and use for a night.”

Heaven had a dirty mouth and knew how to push Max right over the edge. He dug in with his knees, his hands locked tight around Reid’s ass as Max drove fast and hard. He was brutal and there would probably be bruises on Reid’s thighs but he kept begging for more, urging Max on.

“Christ, Max!” Reid whimpered, his body bowing and clenching tight around Max. “Fuck!” he said in a breathless shriek before he began to arch and writhe.

Max tumbled right off the cliff after him. “Reid!” he sobbed into the corner of his neck, coming deep in Reid’s ass.

“Shhh!” Reid attempted but it turned into a breathless giggle. He wound his arms around Max, sighing happily as he rolled them onto their sides. “I might need to borrow your robe after all, I have a feeling we made a mess.”

“How rude of me,” Max said as he cradled Reid’s jaw and kissed him tenderly. “Take my robe and order champagne and something decadent for lunch. Samuel can send your things down to be laundered or I can have someone run to Briarwood Terrace for a change of clothes,” he suggested.

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