Page 25 of Nanny for the Don

He pulls back just enough to smirk at me, that cocky glint in his eyes. “Ask nicely, and I’ll let you. And what’s with thisNicotalk? I’m your boss, remember?”

I roll my eyes, biting back a grin. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He raises an eyebrow, stilling his movements slightly. “That doesn’t sound like asking nicely.”

I huff, knowing exactly where this is going, but I play along. “Please,Mr. Conti, let me come.”

He leans in, his voice a low rumble. “Beg.”

I’m too far gone to argue. I let out a needy whine, arching into him. “Please. Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”

His lips curve into a satisfied grin. “Good girl.”

And then he’s pounding into me again, harder, faster, taking me right over the edge. The orgasm rips through me, my whole body shaking with the force of it, and Nico’s right there with me, groaning as he spills inside me. The feeling of him pulsing, filling me, sends one last wave of pleasure crashing over me. It’s so damn good, I can’t stop the shivers that rack my body as his cum spills down the inside of my thigh.

I collapse against Nico, panting as I try to catch my breath. His big arms wrap around me, holding me tight, and I melt into his warmth. The sex is mind-blowing, like always, but honestly, there’s something almost better about the way he holds me after. His body is all hard muscle and heat, a safe haven I could stay in forever.

We stay like this for a bit, his cock still buried inside me, and I savor every second of it. Eventually, he slides out, and I can’t help the little pang of loss that hits me. I always miss that connection the moment it’s gone.

He heads over to the nightstand, and I can’t take my eyes off him. The moonlight streaming in through the window paints his body in silver, highlighting every delicious line of muscle.And that ass? Damn, it’s almost unfair how perfect it is—tight, firm, and just begging to be smacked.

He picks up the iPad monitor and glances at it, then turns to me with a smirk. “The girls are still asleep, if you’re wondering.”

“Good,” I say. , half-joking, half-serious. “With the way you were screwing me, I was worried I was going to wake up the entireUpper West Side.”

He flashes a cocky grin over his shoulder, the one that makes my heart do a little flip. “You probably almost did. But can you blame me? You’re impossible to resist.”

I get up, sauntering over to him with a sway in my hips. He turns toward me, his eyes shamelessly tracing over my curves, drinking me in like he’s never seen me before. God, I love when he looks at me like that—hungry, eager, like he’s ready to devour me all over again.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tiptoes to press my lips to his. He meets me halfway, his kiss playful, teasing me with just a flick of his tongue. I grin against his mouth, then playfully tug him back toward the bed. We tumble onto the sheets, and I curl up next to him, my head resting on his chest.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “What, you want another go-around already?”

“Nah,” I reply, snuggling closer. “I just want to lie here with you like this.”

He obliges, wrapping his big arm around me, pulling me in tight. I sigh, letting myself enjoy the quiet moment, his heartbeat steady under my ear. But there’s something on my mind, something I can’t help but ask.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He tenses slightly, and I can see a flicker of apprehension in his eyes, but he nods. “Go for it.”

I take a deep breath, not sure how he’ll react. “Do you ever wish we could sleep in bed together?”

His expression shifts, the playful teasing gone, replaced with something much more serious. He looks at me, really looks at me, like he’s weighing his words carefully.

Then Nico sighs, running a hand through his hair like he’s gearing up for a lecture. “We agreed from the beginning that this was just physical. And don’t forget the girls—what if they walked in and saw us lying in bed together? Imagine how confused they’d be.”

I bite my lip, feeling like I just stepped into territory I’m not supposed to, but I can’t back down now. Something inside me needs to push this.

“Okay, okay, chill. I get it. But let’s say, hypothetically, this is just a thought experiment. If there were no consequences—like, none—would you want that?”

He gives me a look, like he’s trying to figure out if I’m for real right now. “Willow, there arealwaysconsequences.”

I open my mouth to argue, but then I stop. I can tell this isn’t going anywhere. He’s got that wall up, the one I’m never going to break through. I let out a long sigh, feeling the frustration build up, but I don’t push it further.

“Are you still fine with this no-strings-attached arrangement?” he asks, his tone casual, but I can hear the edge underneath.

“Yeah, totally,” I say quickly, forcing a smile. But deep down, something shifts, and I’m not so sure anymore..

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