Page 5 of Nanny for the Don

I sink to the floor without question, heart pounding as I watch him grip the waistband of those sweatpants. He tugs them down, and there it is—thick, hard, everything I’ve been craving. My mouth waters, and I look up at him, waiting, needing hisapproval.

“Go on,” he murmurs, nodding. “Show me how much you want it.”

I lean forward, my lips wrapping around him, savoring the salty, masculine taste as I start to move, slow and deliberate. His hands thread through my hair, gripping tight as he watches me, his jaw tight, eyes dark and hooded. He looks like a god, standing over me, his body tense with control, every inch of him radiating power.

In reality, my breath catches as the climax builds, my fingers moving frantically to finish myself off. And when it hits, I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure crashing over me like a wave. My body trembles as I ride it out, panting, hand clamped over my mouth, trying not to moan too loudly.

Finally, I lie there, completely spent, feeling a mix of bliss and shock.That man is dangerous,I think, a thrill shooting through me at just how real he feels in my fantasies.

But I’m snapped back to reality by my alarm, its shrill ring jolting me out of bed. I roll out, get dressed, and make my way down the hall to the twins’ room, still buzzing from the morning’s private… activity.

As I open the door, a smile tugs at my lips. The girls’ room is straight out of a fairy tale, all pink walls with tiny white stars, a cloud-shaped rug, and shelves overflowing with stuffed animals that look like they’re in a perpetual tea party. And there they are—Giulia and Lucia, snuggled up in their little beds, completely oblivious to the chaos of yesterday.

They look so peaceful, their faces soft and angelic, curls spilling over their pillows. For a second, I almost feel bad waking them.But I’ve got a job to do, and it’s time to get these little whirlwinds up and ready for the day.

I walk over to Giulia’s bed, gently brushing her shoulder. “Good morning, sunshine,” I whisper, trying to sound as cheerful as I can. She stirs, mumbling something incoherent as she burrows deeper into her blankets.

I remember Ms. M’s little trick for telling them apart—Giulia has a tiny smattering of freckles behind her left ear. Sure enough, there they are, my tiny lifeline in the world of identical twins.

“Giulia,” I whisper softly.

She opens her eyes, blinking up at me with those big, dark eyes that remind me so much of her dad. There’s a striking resemblance, the same intense gaze even when she’s barely awake.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I say, smiling as she rubs her eyes.

“Hi,” she mumbles, her voice all sleepy and soft.

“Hi yourself,” I grin, giving her a gentle pat. “Time to get up, kiddo. We’ve got a big day ahead!”

Giulia nods sleepily, and I move over to Lucia, who’s still fast asleep. I try the same gentle shake on her shoulder, but she just pulls the blanket over her head with a grumpy little grumble.

“Come on, Lucia! Rise and shine! The day’s not gonna start itself!” I tease, tugging the blanket down just enough to see her pouty face.

“Nooo,” she whines, clinging to the last remnants of sleep.

“Oh yes,” I say, chuckling as I pull the blanket off her. “Time to wake up, princess. We’ve got all sorts of fun planned today!”

Lucia lets out an exaggerated sigh, finally giving in as she stretches her little arms. “Fine,” she says, her tone overly dramatic, and I can’t help but laugh.

We start with brushing our teeth, and I make up a silly song about sparkly teeth and chasing away sugar bugs, which has them in giggles as they try to sing along.

“Brush, brush, brush those pearly whites!” I chant, dancing around like a goofball. “Make the sugar bugs run for their lives!”

By the time we’re done, their teeth are gleaming, and they’re in fits of laughter. We move on to getting dressed, and I go over the basics of bed-making with them—Ms. M said they were just learning, so we make a little game out of it.

“See? Just like this,” I say, demonstrating as they eagerly try to copy me. The results are… well, let’s just say “neat” is a work in progress. But the proud look on their faces is worth every lopsided blanket and slightly flattened pillow.

With the beds passably made, I turn to them with a grin. “Now, who’s ready for breakfast?”

“Me!” they both shout, practically bouncing.

“Alright, what do you feel like?”

“Pizza!” Giulia says confidently.

“And ice cream!” Lucia chimes in like it’s the most obvious breakfast choice ever.

I shake my head, laughing. “Nice try. How about pancakes instead?”

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