Page 18 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

Still, I step halfway inside .

He sees me. Suddenly, I feel borderline frightened. It’s like I’ve entered an animal’s lair. I could step out and run back upstairs, but I can’t move .

“What are you doing here?” His voice is a deep growl .

“I…just thought you’d want to know …”

I never get to finish my sentence. Not that I remember what I came here for. Because suddenly, he’s aiming in my direction, a man on a mission, pulling me away from the door so brusquely, I think some kind of danger is behind me. Then, his mouth is hard on mine, tasting, urging, exploring, salty sweat mixed with man skin filling my senses. The danger is him—it’s Logan .

And I have no desire to run .

So, it’s real. So, I didn’t imagine it last week. Logan Raider really does want me the way I want him. I don’t understand why, unless I’m caught in the crossfire of his life. Is he so stressed he just needs a fuck? If so, why am I not offended that it’s me? Why is it that I don’t mind when he throws me against the mirror, strips me naked and begins assaulting my body with his mouth and tongue? When his sweaty chest smashes against me, and I feel his cock, massive and aching, pressing into my stomach? His hands elevate, inundate, and titillate my soul .

I want him inside me right now .

Nothing else, nothing first, no formalities, not even any kissing .

Flipping me around so my breasts press up against the mirror, he pulls down his shorts, his wide leg stance stretching the waistband. “Your eyes are blue .”

“Which means ?”

“It means don’t move,” he mutters against my ear, his hot breath sending a string of electric impulses down my spine into my pussy. And then, less than thirty seconds after I made my presence known at the door, he’s already entering me .

I cry out and grasp at the mirror, but my fingers only slip. There’s nothing to hold onto as his cock buries deep into my body, banging at the centermost parts of my core, as his fingers grip into the flesh of my ass cheeks. Watching our reflection, we are not man and woman. We’re female cat pinned down by a lion, a beast whose balls slap against my ass with every stroke. We’re animals in heat, a bitch and a giant wolf dog .

It’s raw. Raw as fuck, and I love it .

“So good…” I mutter, the mirror fogging up with my breath and disappearing with each word. “Fuck me harder…please …”

Suddenly, his hand curls around my mouth, covering it so I won’t speak, as he presses his chest against my shoulders. I get the hint ad he slides it down and grasps my throat instead, not hard enough to hurt. Just holding me in place, as he fucks me harder, his cock plowing and driving into me. He pounds me so roughly, I begin dripping, my own pussy’s juices sliding down my inner leg .

It’s hard not to step out of myself right now. To internalize that it’s New York’s hottest billionaire fucking me, making me his own in the deep belly of his own home, taking an interest in a simple girl like me. It’s that thought that brings my desire to a fever pitch. Caitlyn is right—I am lucky. This man is not only paying me well, but he’s fucking me so good, too. What did I do to deserve this ?

Forgetting him after this will be futile .

His grunts match mine and his thrusts bring me closer to the edge. It’s been a week since I came, since he pulled two of them out of me last week, and I’ve had no desire to touch myself since then. It’s almost as though he really did leave his mark on me. As though I belong to him, and only he can bring me to ecstasy. I have no problem with that if that’s what he wants .

Because I’m his. I can’t imagine I’ll ever want anyone else after this .

I come easily without even touching myself. The waves radiate throughout my body, as I mewl out loud and he leans close to hear it. I see a momentary smile flash across his mouth as he bites and pulls my ear with his lips, grips my hips with both hands, and drives it home. “That’s it, baby. Let that pussy squeeze me …”

Baby. That word alone is enough to wheedle another orgasm out of me, and the waves rip through me again and again. Somewhere in my loss of consciousness, he groans aloud and I feel him slowing down, enjoying each pump of his seed into me. He’s completely used me and I don’t even fucking care. Because I used him, too. Because we both needed it, so it’s fine. The two halves of my brain argue with each other—the appalled side that cannot believe what I’ve let this man do to me, and the satisfied side that could kiss his feet for it .

I’m so spent from the aftermath that I barely even notice him carrying me the entire time he’s kissing me. Yes, the kissing comes afterwards, deep, exploratory sweeps of his tongue and lips around mine. It isn’t until he’s laid me down on a soft bed that I realize we’re in his bedroom again .

This mammoth of a man has just carried my chunky ass upstairs all the way to his room. To say I’m amazed is not enough .

“Thank you,” he says when he kisses me again. The demon has been exorcised. He’s a man once again. There’s even a soft smile to him, as those luminous eyes rove over me in bed .

“For?”

“For letting me. I shouldn’t have taken you that way without warning,” he says. “You obviously didn’t go down there to get attacked. Though I don’t think you minded .”

“I didn’t. This is weird, to say the least. I mean, it should feel weird, but it doesn’t, for some reason. It feels normal.” I want to ask what’s going on with us, where we’re taking this “thing” we’ve created. But I fear it would be too much too soon, though I know I have a right to know. I’m afraid of jinxing it. Because I want it again. And I hate myself for needing him so badly .

He sighs and lies back, his hands clasped behind his head. His arms are solid muscle with veins roping around them, setting off a small fire in my core again. “This new project we’re working on is killing me,” he mutters. His voice feels intimate, soft and deep next to me. “Millions of dollars are on the line, my ass is on the line, and there’s no room for error. To make it all worse, there’s my ex playing with fire, and I’m scared I’m going to lose my kids.” He side-eyes me. “You were right, you know .”

“About what ?”

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