Page 14 of Curvy Nanny for the Nerd

He sat up. “Did she say something to you?”

“Not directly.” I turned to face him and our gazes collided, sending a wave of fire through me that made me gasp. “But, she thinks you don’t want her here.”

Brady looked at me with hurt filled eyes as if I was accusing him, and I wanted to reach out, to smooth the frown from his brows and wipe away the pain my words caused.

“It’s not that,” he began and shook his head.

“Brady, I know.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“Because I lived that life.” It wasn’t something I shared freely, but for some reason I wanted to ease his pain. “My parents sent me to boarding school when I was Layla’s age, said it would teach me what I needed to learn to survive in the world. What they meant was, inourworld.”

“Youwent to boarding school?”

I laughed. “You don’t have to sound so surprised. I wasn’t meant to be the society wife type though, and I’m fine with that.”

“It’s not that, it’s just,” he trailed off, shaking his head, but I didn’t need him to finish what he was going to say. I’d heard it plenty of times over the past few years.

“It’s just why would I choose to be a nanny when I could be anything else?”

Surprise flashed in his eyes. “Yeah.”

“This is what I wanted to do.” It was as simple and as complicated as that. The longer Brady stared at me, the more uneasy I felt, and it wasn’t that anxious kind of unease, it was the sexual tension type. The kind that had me squeezing my knees together and ignoring the tightening of my nipples in my bra, the way my belly quivered. I stood quickly, maybe a little too quickly to be graceful. “I should, uh, go to bed.”

Brady stood, a hint of a smile on his lips as if he knew what I was doing. “I’ll walk you up.”

“No need,” I stammered. “I know the way.”

He flashed another killer smile and nodded towards the door. “So do I.”

Knowing I was beat, I nodded and moved past him, making my way inside. The house was dark and quiet, the tension swirled around me and Brady, thick and heavy. I sucked in a near silent deep breath and let it out slowly as we began to climb the carpeted stairs.

This is just my boss being kind, nothing else. The heat between us is only in my mind. It’s not really happening.The heat of his body against my back was like eating chocolate and oysters while downing a saucer of absinthe all at once. Or something similar.

My legs slowed as the door came into view and I urged them forward.This isn’t me waiting for some end of date kiss—which I haven’t done in ages—this is my boss walking me to my room.My attempt at rationalizing the situation didn’t help, not when he was so close, so masculine. So potent.

“This is me,” I said, attempting to sound easy and breezy.

Brady smiled. “Thanks for the chat, Antonia.”

Yep, there went that flutter low in my belly again. “Toni,” I whispered back breathlessly.

“Right,” he whispered and stepped closer. “Toni. You feel like an Antonia to me.” His warm breath fanned against my face and his smile worked its way down my spine and curled around my waist. And then his hands curled around my waist and pulled me flush against him. His heart thudded against his chest, his body was hard everywhere.Everywhere.

“And how exactly does an Antonia feel, Brady?”

“Like this,” he growled and pressed his lips against mine, letting his tongue swing back and forth across the seam of my lips. “And this,” he said with a smile as he let the tip of his tongue trace the shape of my lips.

Had any man ever caused such a reaction with just a kiss?

“And this,” he growled as his hands slid down from my waist and gripped my ass at the same time his tongue slipped into mymouth. Brady explored the depths of my mouth, the dark, wet recesses and the different textures of my tongue. They danced together, polite at first and then hungry, and then so intense that I felt every drop of my blood as it rushed through my veins.

This was what a kiss was meant to be. Hot and fast, and so out of control it made your head spin. It made you forget what the smart thing to do was, it made you forget your own damn name. Everything but how to enjoy the moment and that’s what I decided to do, enjoy this impromptu make out session with my hot boss.

My skin was hot and flushed, my panties were soaked and his big, capable hands were the only things keeping me on my feet. I leaned into him and let my hands roam his body, feeling every hard plane and ridge of his chest and abs, down his strong back and firm ass.Holy fuck, Brady the nerd is ripped!

Brady the nerd.

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