Page 20 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Nanny

Lacey tied the navy blue apron that I gave her. It was entirely oversized on her small figure, making her look even more delicate and defenseless than she really was.

Turning to the oven, I retrieved the proofed dough which was already inflated and threatening to overflow out of the bowl. After I set the bowl on the kitchen counter, I placed the baking stone inside the oven and preheated it.

"Okay, now we need to punch down the dough and shape it into a boule. Then we're going to let the dough rise a second time before we slash and bake it."

The bag of flour was still on the counter from earlier. I grabbed a fistful of flour and dusted the countertop. With a plastic scraper, I scraped the dough out of the bowl and onto the floured surface.

Crooking my finger, I signaled that she should stand by the counter. I stepped behind her, holding her hands in mine as I showed her how to wet her hands and shape the dough.

"I've never done this before," she said.

"It's easy. Let the flow of the dough guide you," I murmured. "Gently. Stretch, fold, and then roll." Together, we tucked and folded the dough under itself, moving as one unit. Before our eyes, the shapeless dough began to take shape and turn into a smooth tight ball.

"That's it." I grabbed the proofing basket and deposited the formed ball of dough. "Now we wait for the dough to rise again before we put it into the oven."

"Wow! You made that seem so easy," she said as she washed her hands at the sink.

"I've had many years of practice."

I was accustomed to working alone in the kitchen, but tonight I had an audience, and I found that I didn't mind it at all. Once the dough had completed its final rise, I flipped it onto a floured pizza peel and added a few decorative slashes. With a quick jerk of the pizza peel, the bread slid smoothly onto the scorching hot baking stone and I closed the oven door.

Turning around to put the pizza peel down on the counter, I found Lacey staring at me with a dark hungry look on her face. She clenched the side of the countertop with a white-knuckled grip. Her body was tight with tension as if she was going to pounce at any moment. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was being hunted.

I gulped. A wail from the direction of the bedrooms cut through the silence.

Like a bucket of cold water had been doused over her, Lacey snapped to attention. Once again, she was Emilia's nanny. Her demeanor was completely professional.

"I'll go. She needs me." Lacey rushed out of the kitchen like she was being chased by the hounds of hell.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. Running my hands through my hair, I let out a growl.

Disgusted with myself, I went to the kitchen sink to splash cold water on my face. What was I doing? The nanny was off-limits. I should've known better than to play with fire like this. But something about this woman defied all logic and sense. I wanted her, more than anything else I've ever wanted in this life.

Once the bread had finished baking, I pulled it out of the oven and let it rest on a cooling rack.

"She's asleep. It was just a nightmare." Lacey came over and tapped the crust of the bread with her knuckle, making a hollow sound. "Wow. That's beautiful. I can't believe this came from that blob of dough."

"I couldn't have done it without your help." My eyes locked on the smudge of flour on her cheek. "You've got a bit of flour on your face."

"Oh? Where?" She wiped at her cheeks.

"Here, let me." My thumb brushed away the smudge, but I couldn't help running the pad of my thumb over her cheek again.

Her eyes flicked to mine as her breath quickened. Fascinated, I cupped her cheek in my palm, getting my fill of her. She was so warm and soft, sweet and seductive.

She was so soft and smooth, I needed to have my fill of her.

The warmth beneath my palm turned to a searing heat. The beast inside of me roared. Claim her. Take her. Mate her.

I dragged her closer until she could feel my desire for her digging into her stomach. Her luscious lips parted in surprise, and her hands fell to my chest, curling the fabric of my shirt in her grip.

Pulling her closer, my mouth feasted on hers, savoring her flavor. Her lips opened in invitation, as she let out soft moans. Eagerly, my hands traced her body, finally becoming familiar with the curves I had studied for weeks and etched into my memory. Her lush breasts filled my palms perfectly with their heavy weight as if she was made for me. Under my touch, I could feel her heartbeat pulsing like the flapping of a bird's wings. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and possess and control her as much as I wanted to protect her.

Her tongue met mine hungrily, stroke for stroke, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, showing her what I wanted to do to her with my cock. She let out a low guttural moan, opening herself for more. The scent of her arousal blossomed around us, covering both of us in her sweet musk.

Lacey was so responsive. Her passionate desire was beyond my wildest dreams. I had a hunch that the slightest touch could push her over the edge. And that's what I did.

Sliding my hand down the front of her pajamas, I searched for the source of her desire. She was burning hot and slippery as I slipped my fingers between her thighs. Her little nubbin was swollen and hard as a cherry.

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