Page 11 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

We continue to kiss as we stumble out and I slam her against the front door, the one she stood in front of this very morning, trying to talk herself into being confident. I watched her through the security camera and secretly wished she’d go away. Once I saw how gorgeous she actually was, how different from her picture, I wanted nothing to do with her .

Because I knew it’d lead to this .

I may not trust women in my life anymore, but I trust myself least of all .

The door opens, and we slip inside the warm interior of my house. The door closes and now we’re kissing our way to the couch in my living room. The fire is on, filling the room with scents of toasted cedar wood. I could stop kissing her. I could leave her wet and reeling, tell her this was a momentary lapse of judgment, and I’ll see her in the morning .

But my body wins out over my brain, and besides, now she’s the one pulling me into her, grabbing me by the jacket lapel and insisting I drop down on top of her. Are we on the floor or couch? I can’t think. But I do know this—she can’t control me. Not in life, not on this couch .

“Logan…”

“I’m sorry, what did you call me?” I ask, standing and pulling her up with me. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way. I turn her around facing toward the fire, and hold her wrists behind her back .

“Mr. Raider, I’m…I’m so confused.” Her back arches, as I hold her wrists firmly with one hand and pull the zipper of her dress down with the other .

“Are you ?”

“I don’t know .”

“Because your body seems to know you better than you do. If you’re not turned on, then I’ll stop this instant. But if you’re as hot and wet as I know you are, then I get to control you. All the way to the end.” I wait for a protest, but there is none. My fingers travel down her back, slide underneath her ass, as I grab the firmness there. She lets out a little gasp. I slip my hand between her legs .

Knew it. She’s wet. Soaking wet. So fucking sexy .

“Shit,” she mumbles .

“Damn straight, sweetness.” I smile to myself. “Let the dress drop, Miss Carrington.” I step away and wait while she slides out of her dress, letting it hit the floor. White panties and bra, which only makes my cock so stiff, it hurts like fucking hell .

I undo her bra and let it fall away. Her silhouette from behind is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. How I ever looked at her photo and thought she looked unremarkable is crazy. I have to see the whole thing. Spinning her around, my eyes fall on her medium, but round, tits, her rosy nipples hard and aching for me to touch them .

“Slide out of your panties,” I tell her, keeping control of my voice. She can’t possibly know how much she’s affecting me. She does as I command and pushes the white lacy panties down, revealing her slick mound, which makes me want to throw her on the couch and lick it all up .

Paisley’s open mouth fights for breath. Her shut eyes tell me she’s never done this or maybe never to this level. Clearly, no one has ever made her feel this way before. “Remove my belt. Then my pants,” I instruct. She needs to undress me. She needs to own her desire, understand that she wants this just as much as I do .

Giving a little nod, she reaches for me. With trembling fingers, she begins to undo my belt, tripping up a bit, then biting her lip as she opens the buckle and searches for the zipper. Finding it, she slides it down, pushes on the pants, and they fall .

“Good. Now, see how hard you’ve made me?” I ask, reaching down and cupping her one tit, playing with its nipple. She gasps, closing her eyes again, and nods in silence. I’ve rendered her speechless. This is right where I want her. “Pull off my shorts and look at what you’ve done .”

She fumbles with the shorts then hooks her fingers around the waistband and slides the whole thing down. My cock springs forth, curving toward her mouth like it belongs in her face, fucking her throat until I come in it. I know it’s my brain just going insane, and I have to take it slowly. Not ready for that yet. I want to make her come first .

“Lie down, Paisley. Open your legs and show me your pussy .”

She tries to say something, but it comes out a hoarse whisper. Doing as I command, she lies back against the cushions and timidly parts her legs. Seeing her pussy glistening wet and bright pink and wanting release so desperately, I kneel between her legs, drop down to kiss her again, then blaze a hot tongue trail down her neck and chest. These tits—I have to taste them, push them into my mouth, one then the other .

Paisley gasps, fingers sliding into my hair. I would nuzzle and suckle on her tits all night if I could. She has no idea how much that would mean to me if I was in a different kind of mood. But I don’t want to give her the satisfaction yet. Of knowing I adore her body. That I imagine these breasts doing their job, nourishing a baby we might make together in another lifetime. I’m intelligent enough to know these are just hormones talking, testosterone and pheromones wanting to possess her, fill her with my seed, and make her mine .

And for tonight, she will be mine .

Just once .

Because this can’t happen again .

Part of me wishes I could just plow my cock into her, ram her hard and make this possession a reality, but I can tell she’s inexperienced and needs my hands more than anything. I can’t stop touching her. Her skin is smooth and soft all over, and she smells delicious. My mouth travels further down. I need to feel her slick pussy on my tongue. I need to make her come and feel those waves of pleasure rolling off my face .

“I’m going to lick you now, Paisley. But you can’t come until I tell you to, understood ?”

My ear pressed against her body feels the vibration of her agreement. Her fingers curl into my hair and grasp, pulling me closer to her. She’s ready and won’t take long at all before she explodes .

I slide one finger down through her cleft, feeling it dip into her slippery folds. That soaked slit of hers compels me to stop and breathe it in, inhale the essence of her skin, bury my nose into it, searching out her clit like a kitten searching for mother’s milk, while my finger finds the opening of her pussy. Then, as it dips in and feels the tightness of her cunt, I gently lick that juicy cunt. Her clit is just behind it, but I want to tease her first and make her beg for it .

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