Page 37 of Nanny for the Don

Flashes of last night flood my mind—the way Willow moaned, her voice breathless and needy, the look on her face as I drove deep inside her. I can still feel the way she clenched around me,her pussy gripping me tight as she came hard, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

The memory alone is enough to make my cock ache with need, waking me up hard as a rock. I roll over, half expecting to see her beside me, but the bed is empty.The sheets are cold where she should be. I never thought I’d want someone next to me when I woke up, but damn, I wish she was here. Not just for the sex, though God knows I want that too—badly.

The idea of waking up next to her, holding her close, kissing her awake, whispering a lazy “good morning” into her ear... It’s more appealing than I’d ever admit out loud.

But she’s not here. Just like we agreed. No overnights, no lingering, no getting too close.

I sigh, trying to push the thoughts away as I glance at the clock. It’s time to get up, time to start the day. The empty space beside me, where she should be, nags at me, reminding me that maybe this whole thing isn’t as simple as I thought it could be.

I roll out of bed and head straight for the shower, the hot water washing away the sweat from last night. As much as I like the idea of her scent lingering on me, I know it would be too much of a distraction, especially with all the thoughts swirling in my head. The water cascades down, but it does nothing to cool the heat that’s building again.

My cock gets hard as hell as I flash back to her on her knees, her lips wrapped around me, taking me deep, the way she looked up at me with those eyes, full of need. Part of me wants to finish myself off, but I grit my teeth and think better of it. I don’t want that. I want her.

I hop out of the shower, towel off, and get dressed; my mind still tangled up in thoughts of her. I start thinking about how I’d like to spend the day with Willow and the girls, maybe take them Christmas shopping, let the girls pick out some things they want. It sounds... nice. Maybe even more than nice. It sounds like something a family would do.

Just then my phone buzzes on the counter, snapping me out of my thoughts. A text. I grab the phone, my jaw tightening as I swipe to see it’s from Sal.

On my way over. Something important we need to discuss ASAP—in person and in private.

I text Sal back:I’m ready. Come over.

He responds almost immediately:Need to park in the garage. We’ll need to use the basement.

I know what that means—this isn’t just a casual drop-by. Whatever Sal has found, it’s big, and it needs to be handled quietly and out of sight.

I head downstairs, and the smell of coffee and pancakes hits me before I even reach the kitchen. When I step inside, I catch sight of Willow at the stove, flipping pancakes while the girls chatter around her.

It’s a scene I could get used to, something simple and perfect. For a second, I wish I could just stay here, at this moment.

Willow glances up and smiles when she sees me. “Morning. Want some coffee?”

“Morning. ,” I reply, my tone warm but distracted. “Wish I could, but I’ve got something I need to take care of.” I glance at the girls. “Last day of preschool before Christmas break, right?”

“Nope!” Giulia says. “No school today!”

“Is that right?”

“The news says lots of snow,” Lucia says.

Willow jumps in. “And that means the break starts today.”

A tinge of tension runs through me. I’d hoped to have the house to myself for the day with the business I need to attend to.

“Don’t worry,” Willow says. “I’ll be getting the girls out of the house before the snow starts. Get them a little fresh air and sunshine before a potential snow-in.”

“Sounds good,” I reply. It’s like she’s able to read my mind.

The girls look up from their plates, their faces full of questions, but before I can say more, the chime rings through the house, signaling Sal’s arrival.

“Are you expecting someone?” Willow asks as she flips another pancake.

“Just business,” I say, trying to keep it light. “I’ll be back soon.”

She nods, her eyes searching mine for a second before she turns back to the stove. “Alright. We’ll save you some breakfast.”

I give her a quick nod. “Thanks. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I pull out my phone and hit the button on the security app to let him in. My mind is already shifting gears, preparing for whatever Sal may have found.

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