Page 37 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

I kiss her gently, and damn it, it’s like coming home .

Why does Paisley make me so crazy ?

There’s a worried look in her eyes like she’s already gotten too involved with me, like she’s not sure if she should let this happen, but love wins out. Or maybe a tired brain wanting, needing refurbishment. I kiss her again, not because I want to, but because I have to. Her tears run down the contours of her face, slipping between our lips and tongue. We’re a salty mess, but I could kiss her all day, and I see her beginning not to care if we did .

Some things are beyond our control in life, and the person you’re drawn to is one of them. She’s right, I had a beautiful woman here for almost two weeks—her friend Caitlyn. But the woman did nothing for me. Why? Because I was already sold. Sold on Paisley Carrington .

We begin tugging and pulling in that insistent way I love, and somehow, we end up in her room through minutes of kissing and walking. I’ve lost my shirt and she’s lost her jacket, and I throw her bags down to lead her into the greenhouse balcony where it’s warm and there’s a great view of the harbor .

“What do you want, Paisley?” I ask. I’ve been the control freak all this time. Now I want to know what she wants of me. I take her face in my hands, admiring her parted lips. “Just tell me, and I’ll do it .”

“I don’t know, Logan. I’ve been so lost .”

“What about right now? Do you feel lost now ?”

“No. Right now, I want you.” She wipes at her eyes and looks into mine, as if to solidify her intent. Words I love. Words that fuel me higher .

“Then we’ll take it one day at a time.” I sweep her face into my hands again and kiss her. We’re spiraling down that dark ravine, the one that’s hard to escape from once you’re in it. It’s almost as if something larger than us is controlling us. Do I hear the voices of a million people warning me not to get involved yet? To finish my divorce and then take time for myself ?

Yes, I do, but they’re not in my shoes. They don’t need something good in their life so desperately like I do. Her breasts push against me, her nipples hard and aching against my skin. I pull aside her bra cups to expose them then squeeze and feel their soft roundness. Lowering myself, I suck and flick her nipples with my tongue, eliciting moans with each movement .

I love those moans and hear them all day long inside my head .

I strain against my pants, which means it’s time to lose them. Before long, we’re completely naked, her hips moving against me, her hot core searching for my fingers to quench it. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Logan. I don’t know why I can’t stop you .”

“I can’t stay away from you either, babe. It’s like I can’t get enough of you .”

“Did you want me back for the kids? Tell me the truth .”

“I wanted you back for myself…and the kids. I’m not going to lie, Paisley.” I suck and nibble at her hard pink nipples, moving from one to the other, pushing them together so I can suck on both at once. Her tits are so fucking great, the way they fill my hands with her warmth .

Her hips push against me, and her eyes filled close, face tilted to one side. Her deft fingers reach for my cock, and I want her to. I want her to decide what we do here today. This morning, because I already know I’m going to want her again tonight, and in the morning, and ten more times tomorrow. I can’t get enough of this woman and think I never will .

Paisley moves her hand from my cock to her slick pussy and dips her fingers in, bringing them up to my lips for a taste. I suck on her fingers. Love the taste of her wet cunt so much, I drop to my knees, resting her ass up against the cushion of the wooden bench. Pressing my cheek against her lower stomach, I take in the scent of her skin as my arms wrap around her hips. Anyone looking at us will think I adore her, and I can’t say they’d be wrong. I don’t normally let my guard down this way, but this is what Paisley does to me .

I want to meld into her body. I want to look up and see that pretty face of hers, those lips parted and moaning, her body twisting in pleasure. I want to taste everything she has to offer and I want to be the one to give her pleasure. Slipping my fingers into her wetness, I rub her clit in circles as she arches into me, searching for more hot touch and begging for my tongue .

Which I gladly give her. Because I want it as much as she does. Pressing my tongue flat against her, I watch her facial expressions change like colors in a winter sunset. God, she’s so fucking hot. She begins by taking it slowly and rubbing herself against my open mouth in circles, which makes me crazy because all I want is for her to let go, grind her whole pussy against me, and coat my face with her juices. I lick her from different angles to get the right one that makes her legs squeeze against my face .

“Come for me,” I mutter against her hot skin. “Do it .”

The more I lick, the more I drive two fingers into her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Her body responds by moving faster, her small fingers in my hair, urging me on. If I wanted to escape now, there’d be no way. Not that I’d ever want to. I could be stuck in this position all day, every day, for the rest of my life, and be perfect happy .

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