Page 6 of The Nanny's Bossy Billionaire

“Please, what, Brooke Lewis?” He looks deep into my eyes as he continues to stroke me at that maddeningly slow pace. I feel heat suffuse my cheeks at his boldness, knowing he can feel how wet I am all over my thighs. I’ve never wanted a man this much. I’m completely mindless with desire.

I look away, fumbling for his slacks with shaky fingers. I’ve managed to undo the single button when he pulls down his zipper then grasps my hand, pushing it through his now open fly to cup him. My hand instinctively curls around his length. He’s thick and hot. My core clenches hard.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

I moan, nodding and bitingmy lip.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he croons.

And then I can’t say anymore because I’m panting as his finger picks up its rhythm, moving faster against the front of my clenching walls while his thumb presses harder against my clit.

I’m wound so tight it doesn’t take long before I climax with a choked scream. My vision blurs and I’m wracked with contractions as I jerk repeatedly against his hand.

“Fucking magnificent,” he praises.

When my orgasm subsides and my vision clears, I find my legs are wrapped around Xavier’s waist and his thick length is stroking back and forth over my sensitive folds.

“Ready?” He looks deep into my eyes and I nod yes.

“Are you on birth control?” Again, I nod lazily. He takes my mouth in a hard kiss, his tongue dueling with mine as he continues to move against me. The pleasure builds again and soon I’m squirming, needing to be filled. Thankfully he doesn’t make me beg; it seems his own control is only hanging by a thread. He aligns himself at my entrance, kisses my neck, and drives home with a single thrust.

I scream.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he groans. Without missing a beat, he withdraws and slams into me again. And again. I feel shock, intense pleasure, and just a bite of pain as I’m stretched too full. He’s so much bigger than my ex, than any of my dildos, and deeper, but I’m so wet that he glides easily.

He hitches my legs higher, changing the angle, his thrusts hitting a spot in me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. I can’t believe the sounds coming out of my mouth, but I can’t for the life of me stop making them.

Xavier grunts as he starts to fuck me harder. Pleasure ripples from my core, spreading up my spine and down my toes andI know another orgasm is fast approaching. He puts his face against my neck and sucks on the sensitive skin there, biting down on a particularly deep stroke. I come hard, thrashing and crying out, my core rippling.

“Fuck!” he growls as his thrusts quicken. I feel him grow even harder and thicker, which intensifies my orgasm.

“Brooke,” he groans brokenly as he climaxes, spilling into me.

I wake up slowly, my head pillowed on a warm chest gently rising and falling, and muscular arms around me, one hand in my hair and the other on my… naked ass. The events of last night rush at me like a tidal wave and my eyes fly open. I slept with a nameless stranger—no, his name is Xavier.

I look up and take in his features, relaxed in repose. His long dark lashes fan over his cheekbones, and the stubble over his chiseled jaw is thicker now. His lips are slightly open, and I get a sudden urge to reacquaint myself with the taste of his mouth.

I tear my eyes away and they land on his torso. Which is when I notice the scratch marks on his thick shoulders and biceps. My face heats as I remember how unhinged I was.Begging, screaming, scratching… Jesus, what got into me?Suddenly, I rear back to disentangle myself—and fall off the narrow couch and onto the plush carpet with a thud.

“Ow!” I yelp. I stay still on the floor for a few seconds to make sure I don’t wake him.

He doesn’t stir.

I get up quietly, finding my dress. As I shimmy into the rumpled dress, I feel a delicious ache deep in my core. My eyes are instinctively drawn back to Xavier’s naked form. His strong,muscled legs and bare feet. His semi-hard cock lying across his lower abdomen.

And that is when it hits me. He didn’t use a condom.

I let a man I hardly know fuck me without protection. More than once.

What on earth is wrong with me? At least I’m on the pill, thank God.

First, I need to get out of here. Not bothering to find my panties, I grab my shoes and scoop up my purse on the floor on the way to the door. I yank the door open with more force than necessary in order to dispel the unbidden images of the last time I was against the door. It closes softly behind me. Thankfully there are EXIT signs leading from the hallway directly to the elevators. I fish out my phone from my purse, glancing around self-consciously.

There are several text messages from Stella.

Stella:

Xavier freaking Bennett!!!

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