Page 28 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

I reach around and touch her myself. This way, I’m already fully inside of her and there’s less drilling, less in and out. Focusing on her clit, I rub her the way she likes it and watch her head fall back toward me, exposing her neck. Biting her softly, over and over, her breathing quickens and I feel her legs tightening around my hand. As if I would finish without letting her come. Complete nonsense .

She comes and this time, it’s hard as fuck. And that’s when I resume fucking her over and over, right through her climax, and it’s perfect. Because I can’t stand it anymore. There’s no way I can hear that sound of her doing herself in while I pound her ass and not lose it .

“Come inside of me,” she says .

And that is all the invitation I’ll ever need. Gripping her ass cheeks hard, I let it all go, grunting loudly as the cum shoots up through my balls and out my body. I have to press two palms against the wall to keep from falling over. I have never come so hard in my life .

Paisley spins around, rings her arms around me and kisses me .

“Thank you, Mr. Raider,” she says softly. “For everything .”

I’m in a brain fog and can’t believe this woman is thanking me when I should be thanking her, adoring her for the rest of my life just for that one experience .

It’s not until we’ve fallen onto the bed, arms splayed out, completely spent, catching our breaths, kissing and falling into the exhausted land of dreams do I realize what she meant. But by then, she’s fallen asleep and I can’t question her. Can’t analyze, can’t pick apart her brain to ask why that sounded so much like an ending, and I spend half the night thinking about it, unable to fall asleep. I can only cover her with the comforter and make sure she’s taken care of with towel and water by her side .

Only after a full Ambien to calm my brain and a decent night’s sleep are my fears confirmed. I did my best but it wasn’t enough. In the morning, I understand what she meant by “thank you.” Because she’s nowhere to be found. Not in the bathroom, not in her room, not in the kids’ room. Nowhere. No clothes. No bags. Nothing. Just me and me alone to take care of the kids when they wake up .

I hold my Becca and Price close to me. So closely, because I can’t mess this up. She left so I could have them, to help me win my fight with Miriam. She stepped out of the way, despite my secret wish that she’d stay. It was the only thing to do. I squeeze them tightly and hold them a long time. Because I already lost Paisley. I can’t lose them, too .

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