Page 19 of Nanny for the Don

Olivia gathers them up and they head out, leaving me standing alone in the den. I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering guilt, and head into the kitchen. There, I start making a pre-workout shake, reminding myself that I haven’t had any gym time lately. That needs to change. First, a workout, then work.

I change into my workout clothes and make my way downstairs. As I reach the gym, I remember Olivia mentioned Willow was down here.I push open the door, and the sight that greets me stops me in my tracks.

Willow is in the middle of a yoga pose, her body perfectly aligned, every muscle engaged. The sheer grace of her movement, the way her leggings cling to every curve, leaves me thunderstruck. I stand there, unable to look away, my breath catching in my throat.

I hear Willow’s voice, clear and confident. She’s facing away from me, her attention focused on her open laptop. I glance at the screen and see a grid of little squares, each one showing someone in their own space, following along. It hits me—she’s teaching a virtual class.

I hold the door open, letting her words wash over me.

“Alright, everyone, let’s finish strong,” she says, her tone encouraging and upbeat. “Move into your final Warrior II, really ground yourself through your feet. Feel that strength, that power in your legs. We’re wrapping up with some deep, calming stretches, so take this time to focus on your breath.”

She flows into the next pose, her movements fluid and graceful, like she was made for this.

I stand in the doorway, watching her lithe body as she moves seamlessly from one pose to the next, her skin-tight workout clothes clinging to every curve. The way her muscles flex and stretch is mesmerizing, each movement drawing me in more than I’d like to admit.

I can’t tear my eyes away from her, the sight of her stretching before me igniting something primal deep inside..My cock pulses to life, responding instantly to the sight of her. The temptation to step inside and make my presence known is almost too much to resist, but I force myself to stay put, letting the desire simmer just beneath the surface.

I watch as she moves from position to position, each transition seamless, filled with poise and ease. Her body is a work of art, even more beautiful in motion. The way those yoga pants hug her ass, showing off every curve, makes it impossible to look away.Her tank top clings to her in all the right places,highlighting the gentle swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist leading down to those full, sexy-as-fuck hips. She’s graceful, almost like a dancer, every movement deliberate and skilled.

I know I shouldn’t be staring, eyeing her like she’s a piece of meat, but damn it, I can’t help myself. Something about her draws me in and makes it impossible to pretend I’m unaffected.

My mind flashes back to Friday night in the library, the way she felt beneath me, the way she responded to every touch. I’d told her we needed to put it behind us, that it was a mistake, but right now, standing here watching her, it’s hard as hell to convince myself.

I want her. It’s that simple, that primal. Even though I know better, even though I’ve tried to push it out of my mind, the desire lingers, simmering just beneath the surface. And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s getting harder and harder to pretend I don’t want her again.

I’m not the kind of man who constantly lusts after women half my age. But something about Willow pulls me in, making it harder to keep my distance. It’s not just her body—though God knows that’s part of it—it’s the way she carries herself.

I listen as she wraps up the lesson, her voice calm and professional. “Alright, everyone, great job today! Does anyone have any questions before we finish?”

As I watch her answer the questions like a pro, I push the thought of how sexy she looks doing those poses out of my mind. I remind myself that she’s incredibly talented, knowledgeable, and deserves more respect than to be ogled like this.

But as she closes the laptop and stretches one more time, her body arching in a way that makes my heart pound, I realizeI’m at a crossroads. I could shut the door and walk away, leave things as they are. Or I could step inside, make my presence known, and see where it leads.

The decision doesn’t take long. I open the door wider and step inside.

Chapter 10

Willow

Ilet out a little yelp when I see Nico stepping inside.I’d been so caught up in my post-yoga stretch that I hadn’t even noticed him until he was right there, looking all brooding and intense.

“Morning,” he greets me, his voice deep and calm, like he didn’t just sneak up on me.

At first, I’m totally taken by the sight of him. He’s wearing gym shorts that show off his powerful legs, and a sleeveless shirt that exposes those thick, juicy arms that make my mouth go dry. My pussy clenches at the sight of him, a reminder of just how much I want him despite everything.

But I push past it—no way am I letting him get to me like that again. Still a little irked by the way he acted Friday night in the library, I start gathering my things, trying to keep my cool.

“I’ll get out of your way,” I say, my tone a bit sharp. I’m not about to let him think he can just waltz in here and throw me off my game.

I shove my laptop into my bag, avoiding his gaze as I grab my water bottle and towel. The whole time, I’m hyper-aware of him standing there watching me, but I refuse to let it rattle me. If he thinks he can just walk in and expect things to go back to normal after Friday night, he’s got another thing coming.

I turn to face him, watching as he moves closer and closer, a hungry, lustful look in his eyes. I know that look—it’s the same one he had the other night when he practically pounced on me.

I try to tell him I know what he’s thinking and that it’s a really bad idea.“Mr. Conti, I know what you’re—”

Before I can even finish the sentence, he closes the gap between us and kisses me, hard.His lips crash against mine, shutting me up instantly, and every coherent thought I had flies right out the window.

The logical part of my brain is screaming at me to stop this, that I should tell him no, but every other part of me wants nothing more than to give in to him. His mouth is demanding, and the way he’s kissing me makes me feel like I’m the only thing he wants in the entire world.

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