Page 26 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

I pinch the bridge of my nose before I lose my shit .

“Logan? Are you okay?” she asks timidly, clutching her towel close to her. “How do you think I feel with all this going on? I’ll probably lose my job .”

I look up at her. “Your job? You think your job is the worst thing at stake here, Paisley? You’re not the one who stands to lose your children. You’re not the one who’ll have to pay full-time alimony and child support. You’re not the one who’ll be turned into a monster in a tabloid frenzy for people to pick apart on social media .”

Her eyes burn holes through my face from how hard she’s glaring at me. “This is hurting me, too, Logan. So, I wish you wouldn’t minimize it .”

“Why?” I demand, taking a couple steps toward her .

“Why, what?” Her pale eyes soften, glance around for a place to run, as I approach. I’m not going to hurt her. On the contrary, I’ve never been able to stay away from her because of how much she affects me. I believe I need her around more than I’d like to admit .

“Why does this hurt you? Tell me the truth .”

“You know .”

“No, I don’t. Tell me.” I want to hear her say it. I want the words to come from her mouth, and I don’t want her to dilute the truth. I want the truth .

Her bottom lip trembles so much, I want to kiss it, rub my thumb across it, then make her pain, and my own, go away. If only sex could solve everything, we wouldn’t be in this quandary right now. “Because I don’t want to leave,” she says. “But I may have to .”

Eyes never lie. I can tell this is how her heart feels. She’s falling for me. Has been all this time. Which only angers me even more .

How did I let this happen? How ?

I can’t stand to see her standing there, tears in her eyes. I hate that my irresponsibility has caused this. I’ve always been rational, level-headed, hardworking, analytical. Yes, we’re both adults and therefore both responsible, but I’m older, more experienced in life, in sex, in everything. I should’ve stopped it from happening .

And I still can’t stay away from her .

Even now .

If there’s no way out of this situation, I want her. One last time .

We kiss, our lips colliding, our tongues angry, seeking revenge and relief. Since day one, I’ve loved kissing her, breathing in her essence. I pull away the towel, letting it fall to the floor. So perfect. My hands knead her back, full chunks of ass in them. I love her body, and I love that she’s as angry and frustrated as me. Still, I can’t let her leave. I have to do what it takes to make her stay. I have to love her like I haven’t yet .

My finger traces over her ass. She’s already soaked, so I dip a finger into the wetness, hot and eager for me, pressing a finger into her ass. She pushes back against my hand, wanting more, and groans that beautiful sound I love. Her hand rubs against my crotch, which fights back with restrained desire. Seems like restrained desire has always been my demon with Paisley. Somehow I have to set it free .

“You want it?” she asks, pushing her ass against me even more .

“Yes,” I murmur .

“Then, take it .”

In one swift movement, I flip her around so her hands splay against the bedroom wall. Then, I lower myself down onto my knees, tugging on her hips to arch her ass out more. She smells of shower gel and dampness and her own, personal elixir all rolled into one. Intoxicating .

“What are you going to do, Mr. Raider ?”

She’s fucking with me. How could she remind me that I’m her boss right now? Because it never should’ve moved into personal territory? Well, it did. And now we have to deal with it .

Sliding my hands up her warm thighs, I slap her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her right cheek. She cries out and arches her back even more. “I’m going to lick your pussy, Paisley . And you’re going to enjoy it. Don’t make a sound until I tell you .”

“Yes, sir .”

Why does she have to do that? Call me sir? Why drive it home? She really wants to piss me off, doesn’t she ?

“Don’t move either, or I’ll have to do it over and over again .”

She moves purposefully, and I detect the birth of a smile on her cheek before she bites her lip and turns away .

“You moved,” I say. “Now, bring it down .”

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