Page 3 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

Ethan

She needs to go away…immediately.

She’s already broken Rule #1: Must beugly.

Even worse, she’s pretty and sexy as hell, and she has no idea. Which only makes me want her that muchmore.

With her flowing auburn hair and amazing young body, those perky tits and plump, luscious ass…she’s ripe for the taking.

I can’t have her in this house. The other nannies before her met Rule #1 (perhaps one or two were superficially attractive, however nothing tempting), but they were inept. Vapid bordering on unintelligent, shall wesay.

But right away, I can tell that this new one isn’t. Miss Wallach has too much intelligence for her own good. Not to mention, too much sex appeal, with those legs that would look perfect wrapped around my hips as I pound her hard up against thewall…

Can’t doit.

Plus, she’s already broken Rule #2: Do as I say, and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I close the door and follow her into the house.

“To calm down yourbaby.”

“She’s not mybaby.”

“She is, technically, Mr. Townsend.” Miss Wallach crouches to peer into the video monitor, presumably to find Lilly’s location.

My gaze travels down yet again to those curvaceous hips, imagining my hands gripping them as I slip my cock deep into her wet, tight pussy from behind.

I’m hard now. This won’t do atall.

She sees Lilly lying in her crib. “Is that her bedroom?”

“Quite astute,” I say, perfectly masking my attraction with sarcasm.

I get a hazel-eyed squinty glare. “And that’s upstairs?”

“Yes, but I don’t see how that’s any of your business. Leave this house at once before I call the police.” I pull out my phone to scare her. Unbelievable. Who does she think sheis?

“Don’t worry, Mr. Townsend,” she says, unfazed by my display of adamancy. “I’ll be out of your hair in a minute. Let me first calm your baby down.” She climbs the stairs, light on her pretty sandaled feet. Boot season has started, but she obviously plays by her own rules. I imagine those manicured toes clenching as she comes hard with my face buried between her legs, but I shake that image off, too.

I follow her upstairs to make sure she’s not one of these crazy baby-snatchers you read about in the news. I may be putting Lilly Belle up for adoption as soon as this month is over, but that doesn’t mean I want her kidnapped in the meantime.

I didn’t ask for any ofthis.

I didn’t ask to lose my sister to a random accident.

And I certainly didn’t ask for my sister to assign me as custodian for her daughter in the event of her and her husband’s untimely death.

But that is what happened and now I am left to deal with the aftermath of fate’s petty cruelties.

Miss Wallach finds the baby’s room without issue. “There you are, my precious girl. Shh, shh, it’s alright… There, see? She needed to be changed.” Miss Wallach shakes her head as if somehow this is all my fault, and then gets to work on changing Lilly Belle.

I let her, because there’s no way I’m doing that again by myself. Once was enough. I did it this morning and am hoping to never have to do it again.

The baby immediately quiets. She’s taken by this woman, and who can blame her? I’d quiet the fuck down, too, if a hot nanny took off my nappy. Watching her work, I get the full picture from behind, which only confirms why I can’t have her around. She’s fully equipped with perfect round slap-able assets. What I wouldn’t give to grab her backside with both hands and slide into her slick folds.

More and more reason I can’t have her here. Not that I can’t control myself around women—I am the epitome of self-discipline—but I know what I like when I see it, and Miss Wallach walks dangerous territory if she were to stay. I can already see her at night, climbing into bed, probably in a T-shirt and panties. She probably lies there for a while before falling asleep, thinking about her day. She probably slides her hand into her undies, giving herself a sendoff into dreamland, and there’s no way I can live under the same roof and not come sniffing around her like a wolf out for blood.

I already want to possess her just watching her take care of Lilly Belle. She’s just so damned good at it. But the last thing I need in my life is more complication after my sister left me a tiny ball and chain.

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