Page 66 of Bad Nanny

“You’re going to prison for saying fuck!” Delaney snatched her sandals from him and slipped them on. She was efficient at it when she wanted to be.

I bit back a laugh. “You’re right, Laney, but he really should have gone when he threatened to hurt the bird that pooped on the patio chair.”

She nodded in agreement, a serious expression on her face as she pulled the straps of her sandals onto her heels. “I don’t think Daddy would look good in orange.”

Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s go see the wiener dog.”

We followed Delaney and Antonio, and I hugged Gabriel’s arm as we walked. “How are you doing?”

“Besides my two girls ganging up on me again? I’m great.”

“You know you love it.”

He chuckled, kissing my temple. “I really do.”

Sneaking away to film at night was getting harder and harder, but with Gabriel emotionally exhausted from our Fourth of July outing, it was easy. I’d gone to bed with him, but as soon as he passed out, I got up. I still hadn’t figured out when to tell him about Sarah Swoon, but the middle of the week was not ideal.

Once in my studio, I went right into the closet where I already had everything set up, including appropriate mood lighting. I pulled up the smut scene I’d written earlier in the day on my iPad and put it where I could read it. Later, in editing, I’d add some sexy stock music I’d purchased in the background.

I slipped Sarah onto my hand, pressed record, and channeled my inner sex goddess.

Hey, Love, Sarah Swoon here for your weekly bedtime story. Tonight, we’re going on another pleasure adventure together.

We’re on the balcony of our penthouse hotel room overlooking the city. The stars twinkle overhead, and in thedistance are fireworks. We’re in our swimsuits, having just taken a dip in the hot tub.

You slide your hand from my waist to right above my ass, and my heart rate spikes. You move closer, your breath hot on my neck. Your fingers trace shapes on my bare skin.

Gently, you spin me around, so I’m facing those twinkling city lights below us; the only thing keeping me from falling is the glass paneling surrounding the balcony.

You move behind me, your hands migrating to my hips, pulling me tighter against your body. The heat from your chest seeps into me.

You turn my face toward you, taking my lips in a passionate kiss that makes my knees buckle. My back arches against you and your thick cock as you deepen the kiss, your tongue teasing mine.

Your lips move to my neck, and slowly, you let your fingers trace down my arms and my sides. You pull at the ties of my bikini bottoms, and the cool air hits my exposed skin as they drop to the floor.

As your lips leave mine, I reach behind me to untie my top. You grab my wrists; your large hands manage to hold them both.

You kick my feet apart and place my hands on the railing. You’re going to fuck me right here, for the world to see.

“You stay like that,” you whisper in a commanding tone, “like my good little slut.”

I can barely breathe as anticipation courses through my veins. The breeze against my exposed cunt only makes me more aware of how much I want you.

I nod, my eyes locked on the fireworks.

A soft, teasing stroke of your hands up my thighs makes my breath hitch. You pull at my hips slightly, angling me toward you.

“Good girl,” you purr in approval. I can hear the rustle of fabric behind me as you get rid of your swim trunks.

You guide your cock to my entrance, teasing it with your tip. “Are you ready?” you ask, voice low and husky.

I nod furiously and push back against you. But you hold me still. “Words, baby,” you demand.

“Yes,” I gasp out. “Please.”

That one word seems to set something off within you. In one smooth motion, you thrust into me.

Your cock fills me, stretching me so good. You give me a moment to adjust, your hands gripping my hips tightly, almost painfully. With a low groan, you start moving slowly, each thrust sending shivers up my spine.

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