Page 59 of Bad Nanny

I threw the toothbrush package at him, hitting him right in the center of the chest. His very sexy, shirtless chest. Turning back to the sink, I opened the first drawer, luckily finding the toothpaste on the first try.

It was a bit weird to brush my teeth while he was watching, so I decided to have a little fun with it. I caught his eye in the mirror and purposely pushed the toothbrush against my inner cheek.

“Fuck, Josie.” He rubbed his stubbled jaw. “Don’t make me have a toothbrush fetish.”

I choked on some toothpaste, bending over the sink and spitting it out as I coughed.

Gabriel chuckled from behind me, his hand patting my back. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I croaked, rinsing my mouth out. It was clean enough until after breakfast.

“Delaney is watching her Saturday morning cartoons.” He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed his scruff against my neck.

“What are you suggesting?” My nipples hardened as he began kissing up my neck to the sensitive spot below my ear.

“Well, I can brush your hair for you. It’s a bit of a rat’s nest.” He bit my ear, and I turned in his arms, smacking his chest playfully as he laughed. “It’s at least a sexy rat’s nest.”

“Very funny.” I found myself snorting a laugh as I looped my arms around his neck. “Thank you for the brush and toothbrush. You know, Idolive right downstairs.”

He shrugged. “I thought you might like a few things up here too.” His fingers went to the back of my head, pulling my hair out of the ponytail. “Let me brush your hair.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You really want to brush my hair?”

“Why else would I offer?” He spun me around so my back was to him and grabbed the hairbrush. “How do you like it?”

“Hmm...” I watched his reflection in the mirror as he stroked my hair with his hand. “Fast and rough.”

He grabbed a handful of hair and tugged my head to theside, baring my neck like he was a vampire ready to strike. “Careful, Josie.”

I gasped as he licked a line up my neck before he let my hair go and started to gently run the brush through it.

The sensation made me shiver at how surprisingly intimate it was. He pushed his hand against my scalp before running the brush through the tangles and smoothing his hand down my hair.

Once my hair was tamed, he put his hand in the center of my back and pushed my torso down onto the counter.

I sucked in a sharp breath as the cold surface seeped through my shirt. “Gabriel, what are you—” He yanked my sleep shorts and underwear down, silencing me for a moment. “The door.”

“Bedroom door is locked.” He trailed his fingers down my spine before the smooth side of the brush slapped against my skin.

“Gabriel!” I yelped, my fingers grasping at the countertop.

“I thought you liked spontaneity.” His voice was teasing as he rubbed his hand over the stinging skin. “Was that too much?”

I looked over my shoulder. “No.”

He smacked my other cheek, and I cried out, putting my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. He tossed the brush onto the counter and covered my body with his as his warm lips trailed from the nape of my neck to my shoulder blades. His fingers dug lightly into my hips, and a soft moan escaped.

“Good morning, Josie,” he murmured against my skinbefore his fingers wandered lower. I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me.

What a good morning it is.

He cupped my sex, trailing a finger through the folds to my entrance. “So wet for me, aren’t you?” His finger slid right in, and he didn’t waste time before adding a second.

“Are you hard for me?” I already knew the answer to that, but I wanted to feel him.

He stepped to the side, his fingers still moving inside me, and pulled out his cock. “You tell me.” He stroked his fist down his length before dropping to his knees.

I watched him in the mirror as his eyes went to where his fingers disappeared inside me, and his arm moved as he stroked himself. He picked up the pace, the sound of how wet I was filling the room.

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