Page 8 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

Shivering in my tee and panties, I feel so naked and vulnerable in his presence, but I do nothing to cover myself up. Because I’m also titillated by his presence, his tall form looming in the darkness, his eyes roving over my body, part of me is thrilled that he’s seeing me this way. Suddenly, I fully realize why he wanted me to lock the door—because of this. There’s undeniable and unspoken heat between us, even in the cool, dark room. He steps closer to me, as my heartbeat races, and I swallow a lump in my throat.

My throat.

Where I imagine him kissing me, biting the soft flesh of my lips, forcing my mouth open, where he’ll then plunge himself—

No. Stop, stop, stop. I have to stop these random sexual thoughts of my boss from popping up at the most wrong of times.

A warm flush spreads over my body, and if Ethan had no idea what I was thinking up until this moment, well he does now. Jesus, I want him so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly and never imagined my boss this way. I was too busy thinking of him as an asshole, but now that he’s here in my room, staring at me with those eyes, sucking on his inner lip, fighting his lustful male need, seeing right through me, all I want is for him to put me out of my misery and takeme.

“Clearly you’re not fit for this job, Miss Wallach.” He takes a slow step toward me “I should have listened to my intuition when I told you to leave earlier. It was one simplerule.”

“Forgive me for forgetting about the bathroom door,” I nearly hiss, staying in control. I cross my arms over my chest so he’ll stop looking at my breasts even though they long for his touch. So hard trying to stay proper when I want so much for him to strip me. “It was an honest mistake.”

Ethan’s eyes flare with fire as he stares at my body and into my eyes. His burn with anger, but now I think it’s more with himself than it is with me. He can’t control himself around me, can he? He didn’t want to hire me because I am attractive to him, not the other way around. I get it now. The realization fills me with confidence and power. Now that I see him as weak flesh and blood, as just a man, he’s becoming more human to me. And more human means more appealing…

I step over to him, fighting my lust with every ragged breath. Even though I’ve only been with one guy my entire life, and it was terrible enough to forget, my body’s desperate need is driving me. Rein, my high school boyfriend for three months, could never compare to this experienced, powerful man standing before me. Not the same neighborhood, not even the same universe. In the same moment, Ethan takes a confident step toward me and before I know it, he’s pulled me into hisarms.

Magnetic.

Commanding.

I’m weak and submissive to his desire. Or maybe it’s my desire for him that manifested this. Either way, I’ve only dreamed of arms like his—strong, outrageously muscular—and a body like his, and now…of a mouth like his, consuming and taking me into his relentlessly. He doesn’t let me go, nor do I want him to. I couldn’t stop now even if I tried.

His tongue tastes of hot mint and freshness as it licks, explores…

What the hell is happening? I’m kissing my boss, that’s what, and his stubble grazes my face. This is so wrong, but I can’t think about the consequences right now, because my body grows weaker, and I quickly begin falling down a spiral, knowing for a fact that I won’t be a nanny at this home for much longer. After failing this first test, I’m sure to be fired.

Screw it. At the moment, I don’t care. Because he feels fucking amazing, and I’m a woman held by a man’s power before I’m anythingelse.

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