Page 21 of Nanny for the Don

After catching our breath, Nico’s eyes flick to the squat rack, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. He grins, a devilish, commanding grin that makes my knees weak.

“We’re not done yet,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the squat rack. My heart races as I realize what he has in mind, and a thrill of excitement rushes through me.

He adjusts the bar to the perfect height, then guides me to bend over it, my hands gripping the cool metal for support. I’m fully exposed, my body tingling with anticipation as he positions himself behind me. I can feel his cock, still rock hard, pressing against me, and I know this is going to be intense.

He slides into me, filling me completely. The angle is perfect, the bar giving me the leverage I need to push back against him with each powerful thrust. The mirrored wall in front of us shows every movement, every thrust, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him fucking me like this.

“Look at yourself,” he commands, his voice low and rough as he pounds into me. “Watch how good you look getting fucked by me.”

I do as he says, my eyes locked on our reflection. The sight of him behind me, his muscles flexing as he drives into me, sends a new wave of pleasure coursing through me. The combination of his deep thrusts and the way he’s talking to me is too much, and I feel the tension building fast.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my voice shaky with the intensity of watching our reflection.

“Do it,” he growls, his pace quickening. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. I want to feel it.”

The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, my body trembling as I clench around him. Right at the peak, he lets go, coming hard inside me, filling me with his heat.

The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure so intense I can hardly breathe, and I can feel every pulse of his release as it drives me over the edge again.

We slow down, both of us catching our breath. I glance in the mirror one last time, taking in the sight of him behind me, glistening and gorgeous.

God, he looks like something out of a dream, all rugged and sweaty. When he finally slides out of me, I feel an immediate, almost desperate sense of loss. What the hell is going on with me? How do I feel so attached to this man already?

My eyes flash as I suddenly remember overhearing some jackass back in college bragging to his buddies about how he’d never want to be a virgin’s first—said they get way too clingy. A waveof panic washes over me. Is that what’s happening here? Is this some sort of chemical reaction I have no control over, making me feel things I shouldn’t?

But as quickly as the panic comes, it melts away the moment he wraps his arm around me, guiding me gently to the floor. His touch is warm, reassuring, and as he pulls me close, I can’t help the big, goofy smile that spreads across my face..

I feel safe, content, and maybe even a little smitten. Lying here in his arms, the rest of the world seems to disappear..

Maybe it’s just the afterglow, or maybe it’s something more, but right now, I don’t care.

Chapter 11

Nico

We’re lying there in a comfortable silence, the kind that comes after you’ve just shared something intense.

But outOut of nowhere, Willow sits up. I watch as she turns to me with a worried expression, her eyes flicking over my face like she’s searching for something. She doesn’t say a word, and it starts to gnaw at me.

“What?” I ask, my voice steady, though I can sense there’s something serious on her mind. She hesitates, biting her lip in that way she does when she’s unsure of herself. I don’t like seeing her uncertain, so I gently push her, trying to get her to open up. “Come on, Willow. Out with it.”

Finally, she takes a breath and asks, “Is this what you hired me for?”

I’m confused, not quite following her. “This?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. You know.This.” She gestures around us, her meaning sinking in a second later.

Sex.

A flicker of offense runs through me. I sit up, leveling her with a steady look.“First off, Ms. M hired you. I had no hand in the selection process beyond giving final approval—and I hadn’t even seen what you looked like before then.” My tone is firm, but I want her to understand there’s no hidden agenda here. “You were brought on because you were the right fit for my girls, not for anything else.”

I see the tension in her ease slightly, but there’s still a shadow of doubt in her eyes, one I’ll need to address. And I can tell there’s more she’s not saying.

She gets up, moving toward her clothes, picking them up one by one. I watch her as she pulls on her thong and then her sports bra, her movements deliberate but graceful.

“You said the other night this would never happen again.”

I shake my head. “I know. But dammit Willow, there’s just something about you.”

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