Page 30 of Protecting My Nanny

"Of course it did, Shane," she says, sincerity in her voice.

"Then what is it? Are you trying to remain professional? Do you want me to leave you alone? Because I can. Just tell me, and we'll go back to being friends and raising Jaime. That's what's important…"

"Shane," she interrupts, a hint of frustration in her voice. "It's not you. You're just jumping to conclusions. I… I don't know what I want right now. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. It would be best if you had time to figure things out. I'll give you your space," I say, trying to sound respectful, but I know my frustration is showing. I turn to leave, needing to put some distance between us.

"Shane," she calls out, her voice softer now. Moments later, she's up and behind me, grabbing my hand to stop me. I turn to face her, the tension between us growing with each passing second. The urge to pull her close, to feel her lips against mine again, is almost overwhelming.

"Since that night, all I've thought about is you. Being with you, kissing you, holding you. It haunts me every day. I want to reach out each time you pass, I want to try—to make an effort with you.But I think about Jaime and wonder if it's right for him, if it'll be a distraction from finding my brother. And… if your heart is really in it."

"Nicole, everything you've said is exactly how I feel," I say, stepping closer to her. "And if that's the case, the only thing stopping us from trying is ourselves." I lean in, kiss her softly, then pull back slightly to look into her eyes. "I just can't stop thinking about you in that bikini, watching me from the window."

She looks away shyly, but can't hide the smile that tugs at her lips. "You know, what I'm wearing now, under this, is much more appealing than that." It's her leaning in this time and pressing her lips against mine.

"Something I haven't seen? Now I'm intrigued," I whisper, letting my lips brush against her ear before trailing down to kiss her neck.

"Well, I've never seen your bedroom. Maybe we can do some show and tell," she teases, tilting her head to the side, her eyes fluttering shut as her body responds to my touch.

I kiss her once more, deeply this time, then look into her eyes as I take her hand. "Let me give you a tour, then."

Without another word, I lead her into the house, our footsteps quiet on the floor as we head toward my bedroom, the anticipation between us building with every step.

I walk in first with her hand grasped in mine. She doesn't bother to look around the room. Instead, she closes the door and then turns to me, placing both palms on either side of my chest. She smiles, and in the depths of her green eyes, I can see she's wanted this as much as I have. We kiss again, long and deeply, my hands resting on the small of her back, just above her buttocks. I pull her close, feeling her soft hands slide under my shirt and up to my chest. She stops me and pulls it up over my head. Then she slowly unzips her sky blue hoodie, revealing a lace bra that's nearly see-through in the front, her breasts fully exposed beneath the delicate fabric. She takes it off, then guides me by the hand to my king-size bed. She leaves me beside it, crawling onto the silk sheets covering the mattress, kicking off her house shoes and showing me her bare feet as she moves toward the pillows. She slides off her top, and then her sweatpants, revealing matching panties. Her tanned skin looks soft and inviting, her eyes alluring. She pulls out the band of her ponytail, letting her long brown hair flow free, then flips it over her shoulders. I feel myself becoming aroused as I watch, but still, I wait. She looks me in the eyes, then sticks the tip of her index finger into her mouth. She licks and sucks for just a moment before sliding it down her body and into the front of her panties.

"Shane," she says softly. "I think I need your help with this."

I strip down to my boxers, then crawl across the bed to her. I caress her face and kiss her, then reach behind her back to unclasp her bra. It's a fumble for a second, my lips rubbing gently against hers. Then I kiss her ear.

"Take this off," I whisper, removing my hands from the clasp and sliding them down to her waist. I kiss her neck until the bra is off and her breasts are revealed. I rub my lips lightly across one nipple, lick it, then give it a light bite before moving on to the other, all the while rubbing my hands up and down her body, trying to touch every inch. She moans, her hands roaming my chest, and then I feel her hand slide down beneath my waistband. She grasps my member and strokes it lightly, touching herself at the same time. I slide her panties down her thighs, over her knees, and off her cream-colored toenails. She smiles at me, her green eyes seeming to glow in the rays of sunlight shining through the cracks in the curtains. She lifts her bare feet to my waistline, then grasps my waistband with her toes and slides my underwear down just enough to release my hardness. I lie on her, kissing her neck, my bare crotch pressed against hers.

"I want it, Shane. Now," she says.

I don't speak. I shift my hips, maneuver my hardness and, with a bit of pressure, oblige her. It slides in slowly, her body quivering with every inch, her wetness audible. I push in deep on the first stroke and hold it there, looking her in the eyes and waiting for her reaction. Her mouth gaped open, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, I begin to push in and out of her as she grasps my shoulders tightly and calls my name.

The sex doesn't have the usual awkwardness of a first time; in fact, it's natural and synced. Watching her ride me, her hair in her face, her pointed breasts bouncing above me, only turns me on more. She finishes three times before I do once. I lie on my back, Nicole's head resting on my shoulder, her right hand atopmy abs, and I feel at home, loved, in love—like nothing I've ever felt before. I wonder if she feels the same.

We're both silent for a moment, still feeling the sensations, taking in what just happened and catching our breaths.

"So what now?" Nicole asks, her tone soft, her voice sweet.

"I was thinking we could go downstairs to the cinema, watch a movie, maybe order a pizza, and do it a few more times."

She laughs. "I mean with this. Do we see where it goes?"

"That's what I'd like," I say.

"Me too, but let's keep it between us for now. Nothing handsy or revealing in front of Jaime."

"Agreed. I think it's better just between us for now."

"Next question, and this is a serious one."

"I'm listening," I respond.

"What kind of pizza do you like? Jaime has been ordering it with pineapples, and I hate it," she jokes.

"Yeah, he gets that from his mom. I'm more of a meat-lovers guy."

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