Page 1 of Military Daddies' Nanny

Prologue

Nancy

I can hardly believe the situation I have found myself in. My heart races as I look between the three insanely attractive men surrounding me: Nathan, Carlos, and Drew. How did I get here?

My body writhes beneath their touch, alive with a symphony of sensations that ignite every nerve ending. I feel exposed, vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated as I surrender to the intoxicating dance of our bodies.

Carlos' hands caress my skin with a tenderness that makes me melt, his voice a sweet serenade that whispers promises of love and desire.

"My goddess," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear, "don't hide your beauty. You are a masterpiece; a work of art that deserves to be admired."

I want to shrink away, to cover myself, so aware of my curves laid bare before their heated gazes. But Nathan's gentle hand stops me. "He's right. Your body is the most exquisite thing I've ever seen." A blush colors my cheeks at his sincere praise.

"We're not playing games here," Drew rumbles, his light brown eyes darkening with unmistakable desire. "We’ve never been more fucking serious."

Nathan's gaze is intense, his eyes holding me captive in a web of unwavering adoration. "Your curves," he says, his voice huskywith desire, "are the most exquisite thing I've ever beheld. They are a testament to the beauty that resides within you."

I blush, my cheeks aflame with a mix of shyness and a forbidden thrill. "Stop teasing me," I whisper, my voice trembling.

Drew's laughter is a warm embrace, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Oh, we're not teasing, my love," he says, his tone playful yet sincere. "We are speaking the truth. Look at our bodies, how they react to you."

I glance at them, my eyes widening in surprise. Both Carlos and Nathan are visibly aroused, their cocks taut with desire. A surge of pride washes over me, knowing that I have such an effect on these magnificent men.

"What do you think?" Carlos asks Drew, his voice filled with anticipation. Drew's gaze flickers to me, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he kneels between my thighs, his eyes meeting mine.

"She is," he says, his voice a hushed reverence, "a testament to the gods. If they existed, Aphrodite herself would tremble with envy at your presence."

My cheeks flame with a crimson blush, my body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. "What are you saying?" I whisper, my voice barely a breath.

"I am saying," Drew continues, his voice silky smooth, "that you are more beautiful than any goddess. Your presence would make even the most powerful of gods bow down in awe."

Carlos and Nathan gently kiss my neck, their lips trailing a path of fire down my skin. Their words, like a soothing balm, ease my insecurities, allowing me to relax and surrender to the moment.

Drew's tongue flickers between my legs, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through my body. His words, his touch, ignite a fire within me that I never knew existed.

"Enjoy this," he whispers, his voice a seductive caress, "as much as we will."

My breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure intensifies, my body arching toward the heavens. I am lost in a realm of pure ecstasy, where all my inhibitions melt away. I am theirs, body and soul, and I revel in the knowledge that they desire me as much as I desire them.

Wave after wave of bliss crashes over me as they take turns ravaging my body. Carlos' skilled mouth finds my breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak as Nathan's fingers delve into my molten core.

I cry out, stars bursting behind my eyelids from the dizzying rapture. Their movements are perfectly synchronized, orchestrated by a silent understanding and a shared reverence for my body, which they seem so content to share amongst themselves like the spoils of war.

Every caress, every whispered endearment, strips away another layer of my self-consciousness until I am bared, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

In their arms, burning with the intensity of their passion, I feel cherished, adored, desired in a way I've never experienced before. It's as if they can see into the depths of my soul, acceptingand honoring every facet of my being without judgment or conditions.

I lose all sense of time and place, existing only in this sacred space we've created together. The world outside fades away until there is only the slick heat of our bodies, the ragged panting of our breaths, the achingly beautiful words of worship tumbling from their lips. I have never felt so powerful or so divine, as I do in this moment.

When the tremors finally subside, I lay spent and sated in the protective circle of their embrace. Tears prick my eyes, not from sadness, but from an overwhelming tenderness, a bone-deep gratitude for the gift they've given me.

I'm not just a woman desired—I am a goddess revered, a lover cherished beyond measure.

Carlos brushes the damp tendrils of hair from my face, his eyes shining with a depth of emotion that steals my breath. "Do you see now?" he murmurs. "Do you understand the beauty we see in you?"

I nod, too emotional for words. Nathan presses a lingering kiss to my temple. "You are our queen, our everything," he whispers fervently. "Never doubt that again."

I pull them closer, savoring the heat of their bodies, the steady cadence of their heartbeats against my skin.

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