Page 24 of Nanny for the Don

I step in, gently helping Willow disentangle herself from their enthusiastic hugs. “Alright, girls, let Willow go. Your French toast is getting cold.”

With some reluctance, they finally release her and scamper back to the table, digging into their breakfast. with gusto. I turn to Willow, noting the way the sunlight catches her hair, the playful glint in her eyes.

“What have you got planned for the day?” I ask, my voice casual, though there’s a tension in the air that’s hard to ignore.

She shrugs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure yet. I thought I’d start with a walk around the neighborhood and take it from there.”

Our eyes meet, and for a moment, the room feels charged with something unspoken. The air between us is thick with that same heated tension from earlier, and I can tell she feels it too. But instead of acting on it,

I nod. “Enjoy your walk.”

She gives me a small smile , her gaze lingering on mine for a beat longer than necessary before she finally turns to leave.

The girls finish their breakfast, their plates nearly licked clean. “Alright, my little princesses,” I say, clapping my hands to get their attention, “I need your help cleaning up.”

They dive right into it, each one eager to impress. Giulia grabs her plate and hurries over to the sink, while Lucia carefully carries the syrup-sticky forks. They’re quick and efficient, clearly enjoying the responsibility, and I can’t help but smile at their enthusiasm.

As I’m wiping down the table, I catch a glimpse of Willow through the kitchen window. She’s walking down the sidewalk in front of the house, her figure slowly disappearing as she heads off for her day.

A strange longing hits me square in the gut, an unexpected ache that’s hard to shake.

It’s her day off, and she’s just the hired help, but the thought of spending the day without her almost makes it feel incomplete.

I push the feeling aside, telling myself she deserves her time to relax. But a part of me wishes she were joining us, seeing the girls’ excitement firsthand, sharing in their laughter. We finish cleaning quickly and rush off to grab their coats, their excitement for the zoo practically bursting at the seams.

As they chatter about what animals they want to see, I find my thoughts still drifting back to Willow. I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. This arrangement with her was supposed to be simple, physical—but nothing about how I feel right now is simple.

And it’s definitely not just physical.

Chapter 13

Willow

“How many times have you come already?”Nico’s voice comes out in a sexy growl, his breath hot against my neck.

I bite my lip, pretending to think. “Lost count,” I pant.

I’m seated on his dresser, my thighs wrapped tight around his waist, and I’m gripping the edge for dear life. The wood creaks under us, but I couldn't care less. Each thrust sends a shockwave through me, pleasure radiating out like he’s setting me on fire.

He flashes the wicked grin that makes me melt every damn time.“Get ready for one more.”

I brace myself as he slams into me, deep and relentless, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his thumb traces circles over my clit. The pressure builds, coiling tight in my core, threatening to snap any second. But he holds me right on the edge, the bastard, dragging it out like he always does.

“Nico,” I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Stop teasing me. You know what that does to me.”

He chuckles, his breath ragged. “Can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re about to come.”

“Selfish,” I manage to tease back, even though I’m practically begging for release at this point.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he leans in close, his lips brushing mine. “Yeah, but you love it.”

And damn it, he’s right.

I glance down and watch as Nico's cock disappears deep into my pussy, over and over, each thrust making my breath hitch. It’s hypnotic, the way his body moves with such raw intensity, every muscle working to drive me completely insane.

I feel his mouth latch onto my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple as he sucks hard. The pleasure rockets through me, sharp and electric, dragging me right to the brink of release.

“Nico, I’m gonna come,” I moan, my voice trembling with need.

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