Page 12 of Nanny for the Don

He finishes his whiskey in one smooth motion, his gaze dropping to my half-empty glass. “Need a top up?” he asks, his voice low and smooth.

I nod, unable to trust my voice as I hand him the glass. He walks to the bar, and I stare at his ass in those perfectly tailored slacks, the way they hug every inch of his body. My mind is racing with thoughts I shouldn’t be having about my boss, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

He returns, leaning casually against the bookshelf, his presence commanding the room. He hands me the glass, and I take it, trying to steady my shaky hands.

“You know,” he says, “his voice rich and velvety, “I could listen to you talk about books all night.”

Before I can think, I blurt out, “Well, there are other things we could do all night.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel my face flush with embarrassment, realizing how that must have sounded.

His grin widens, that sexy-as-fuck, predatory look flashing in his eyes again. He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin.“Oh? And what else could we do all night, Willow?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down my spine.

My body reacts before my mind can catch up, and I know I’m in deep trouble.

He leans in so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath, the warm, smoky scent mixing with the heat radiating off his body.

“I think you know what I mean,” I murmur softly, the words slipping out before I can stop them. It’s like my desire for him has completely taken over, pushing me to the point of no return.

His eyes darken, and I know he gets the message loud and clear. He moves even closer, closing the distance between us, and then his lips are on mine.

The kiss is intense., a heady mix of urgency and heat. His lips are firm, demanding, and he tastes like whiskey and something darker. It’s intoxicating.

His body presses against mine, solid and strong, and I can feel every inch of him. The warmth of his chest against me, the strength in his arms as they wrap around me—it’s overwhelming in the best possible way. I’m lost in the moment, completely consumed by the way he’s kissing me, how he’s pulling me deeper into this irresistible heat between us.

I moan into his mouth, the sound escaping before I can think to hold it back. I’m soaked through my panties, every nerve in my body on fire as his big, strong hands grip my hips, pulling me against him with a possessive intensity.

I know, without a doubt, that I want to lose my virginity to him right here, right now. I can’t help it; I’ve never wanted anyone this badly in my life.

We kiss long and deep, like we’re both starving for it, and I can’t get enough. Then his hands slide under my shirt, and when he takes hold of my breasts, electricity shoots through me.

His hands are big, rough, and when he kneads my flesh, it sets my whole body on fire. My nipples harden instantly, so sensitive that every little movement he makes sends waves of pleasure through me. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, feeling like I might actually come from this alone.

He pulls back just enough to grin down at me, that wicked look in his eyes driving me wild.

“I can tell you like it when I touch you like this,” he says, his voice low and teasing, dripping with confidence.

“I love it,” I breathe out, my voice shaky with need.

His hardness presses against me, and all I can think about is how much I want him, how much I need more. I push my hips againsthim, craving the feel of him.I slowly place my hand on his cock through his slacks. It’s a bold move, one I’ve never made before.

As I stroke him through the fabric, feeling his hardness beneath my fingers, Nico growls like an animal, the sound low and primal. It sends sparks through my blood, only making me want him more. His reaction fuels my desire, pushing me to keep going, to take things further than I ever have before.

In one swift motion, he pulls my shirt off, leaving my upper body bare before him. The cool air hits my skin, but the heat between us burns even hotter. His eyes darken with lust as he takes me in, and then he leans down, his mouth finding my nipples.He kisses them, his lips warm and wet, before he starts licking and sucking, each pull of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I keep stroking him, my hand moving with more confidence now as his mouth works magic on my breasts. The sensation is almost too much, and I find myself arching into him, moaning as I feel the pressure building inside me, ready to explode at any moment.

He lifts his mouth from my tits, his eyes locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity that makes my knees weak.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “I can’t wait to make you scream my name. I’m going to take you right here, make you come so hard you won’t be able to think straight.”

His words are like fire spreading through my body. My breath catches, and before I can even process it, his hand is sliding down the front of my shorts, fingers slipping under the fabric to find my drenched pussy. The moment he touches me, Igasp, a moan slipping out as I instinctively buck into his hand, desperate for more..

He smirks, his fingers teasing me, sliding through the wetness that’s already soaked my panties. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls. “So turned on.”

I bite my lower lip, closing my eyes as I focus on the way he’s touching me.. His fingers are skilled, confident, moving in slow, deliberate circles that drive me wild. He knows exactly where to press, where to rub, how to tease me until I’m on the edge of losing control.

I try to talk dirty back to him, but the words come out a little awkward. “I… I want you to… to make me come,” I stammer, my voice shaky with desire. He chuckles, and I instantly feel my face heat up with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I mumble, biting my lip. “I’m not exactly good at this.”

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