Page 40 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Part 4

I’ve already lost too much and I can’t imagine the pain I’d feel if I were to ever lose Alana, too. I faced the truth a long time ago, then I faced it again when Evie passed away—I’m a cursed man.

“What are you thinking?” Her voice floats on the breeze and for all its softness, still catches me off guard.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Actually, I do,” she says, shifting in the sand onto her stomach. Her ass is so tight, I could bounce a seashell off of it. “But I know you won’t tell me.”

Good girl. She’s learned and accepted my rule—ask no questions. Don’t get involved. I deflect the attention off me by asking her a few of my own. “Why banking? If your family was in service?”

“That’s why,” she says. “They worked for families all their lives. I swore I wouldn’t go down the same path and banking had some amazing potential.”

“Did you want to be the rich guy for once?” I ask. “It’s not everything it’s cracked up to be, you know.”

“You only say that because you have money, Kase. Why advertising?” She volleys the question back at me.

“Because I’m good at it. Sure, there’s lots of other things I’d love to be doing, but advertising promised me big bucks, and after growing up poor, that’s what I wanted.”

“Wait…” She pulls down her sunglasses and stares at me. “You used to be poor?”

“What did you think, Alana? That I was one of your rich families’ kids? You shouldn’t assume.”

“I didn’t, I just… That’s why you just asked if I wanted to be the rich guy for once?”

“Yep. My mother worked her ass off. Two, three jobs sometimes, all so I could go to college, get a good job. My dad was never in the picture, so she was all I had.” I have to stop talking. I never imagined I’d be mentioning my mom today and can’t bear the pain, even though it’s been ten years since she left this stupid planet.

What good was it to work hard to impress my mother and make her proud when now she wasn’t here to see it? Life is a dumbass bitch sometimes.

“Wow, Kase, I had no idea. Thanks for telling me that. I guess we’re not so different after all, are we? You wanted a better life. I wanted a better life. I had a better life for two seconds.” She scoffs but I know she hates working as a nanny. “Before it was all taken from me.”

“You’ll get it back,” I tell her. “This is just temporary. I know your kind, Alana. Nothing will stop you from getting what you want.” In fact, that’s why we’re lying here together today. Because of her insistence that I share and feel, that I stop pushing her away. “That’s what I really admire about you.”

I was going to say love. It’s what I love about her, but I told her she would never get me to fall in love—because I would never drag her into my world.

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In the evening,we hit the bars and clubs, so different from NYC. Here there’s salsa music, reggaeton, half-naked bodies writhing in the heat, drinks made from mangos, limes, and coconut. There’s long, tanned legs left and right, and someone’s always flashing their cars out on the curb, no matter where we end up. Porsches, Ferraris, Bentleys, you name it.

The music pounds like a heartbeat, urging us closer, as Alana’s pretty arms wrap around my neck, and mine capture her by the waist. Her tits look beautiful in the silvery top she’s wearing, low-cut and natural. There’s little to stop me from sliding the fabric aside and sucking on them right here in the middle of the dance floor. Why not? People around me are drunk as fuck and doing worse, and nobody cares.

Anything goes here.

As her tongue slips into my mouth, darting around to taste and lose herself in the alcohol fog, my hands run up her torso underneath her top, resting at the lower curves of her breasts. My thumbs slide up and caress her nipples which harden under my touch. If I could fuck her in this club, I would. She eyes me with caution but I only smile.

“Guess what I want to do?”

“Visit the old guys playing dominoes in the park again?”

“Close. I want to turn you around and fuck you hard from behind while I play with these nipples.”

“Like this?” Pivoting in place, she grabs my haunches and pushes her ass against me, writhing up against my stiff dick like she owns it. And let me tell you—though no one has ever owned my dick but me—she can have it any time she wants. From now on, no matter what’s going on in our lives, Alana gets a free cock pass. 24-hour, full-access to Kase’s dick, all day, every day.

“Like that,” I say, sucking on her earlobe, pressing a finger against her lips. When her mouth yields easily and we’re three sheets away from fucking in front of every person in this club, I grab her hand, down the rest of my drink, and get the hell out of there.

Each time I look back at her, I catch that Alana smile. I never thought I’d say this, but I love it. It lights up my fucking day. I wish I could see it every day and then I beam when I realize I do. But what about when it’s time for her to go? What if they call her from Lodwick or any other bank she’s applied to and hire her?

I may as well enjoy this evening, because nothing lasts forever. I hope she’s not thinking that she’s breaking through to me, because she’s not. This is as close as we’re ever going to get and I’ll never let her in more than I am right now. I wouldn’t hurt her that way. This night on Miami Beach will soon be a beautiful memory, and I intend to make the most of it.

The moment we arrive back at the hotel, we’re making out in the elevator, making out in the hallway, and practically fucking up against the door. I fumble for the card key, stumble into the modern, sleek hotel room, and pick her up with both arms. It’s the fastest way I can get her to move. And then, setting Alana onto her pretty feet on our balcony overlooking Ocean Drive, I strip her of her glittery top, yank off her tight black pants showing off her bouncy ass, but leave on the four-inch black heels.

“Kase…” she tries protesting.

I shush her, kiss her deeply, then drop to my knees and spread her legs. I eat out her beautiful cunt, shoving my face into its slick wetness, licking that clit, and making it do my bidding. I cover my face in her juices, because I adore this woman. Adore this pussy. I would do anything for Alana, even if it means leaving her.

In my swirling brain fog, I love her while I still have her. In the darkness. In the warmth. In the presence of the great expanse of watery universe before us.

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