Page 45 of The Nanny is Off Limits

I tilt my head to the side, already knowing that we are headed in a dangerous direction but not wanting to stop. “Just them?”

He takes a sip of his drink and licks a stray drop from his bottom lip. My sex pulses instantly. “You already know I want you here.”

Butterflies begin flapping their wings in my stomach and move to my chest making my heart race. “Rowan…”

“Sunshine.”

“Why do you call me that?”

He hesitates for a second and gives me a sweet smile. “Because you have become one of the bright spots in what has felt like a very dark year,” he answers.

“That’s so sweet,” I whisper.

“Youare so sweet,” he responds instantly.

I look down at the space next to me before raising my eyes slowly to his and then back to the couch and I’m pleased he understands what I’m asking without having to say it. He gets up from his chair and sits next to me.

“I like it.”

“Good.”

I turn toward the television which is playing an old Law and Order: SVU rerun that is loud enough to drown out the sound of us talking to anyone upstairs but quiet enough that we can still hear each other clearly. I set the glass on the coffee table in front of us before tucking my feet under me and fidgeting with my hands in my lap. “I can’t stop thinking about you…and that scares me a little.”

“Tell me why.”

“I told you why,” I say quietly. “I…” I whisper. “This could turn out horribly.” Even if I wasn’t his children’s nanny, I’ve never known a situation with a man to end up any way other than awful or awkward and I’m struggling to figure out why this would be different even thoughheis so very different from any man I’ve ever met in my life. “This…I can’t…you’re my boss, and…” I’m rarely at a loss for words and suddenly I can’t get them out, but I feel his hand wrapping gently around my wrist effectively stopping me from trying.

“Not right now, I’m not.” His hand is warm and sends tingles up my arm and through my body as he tugs me closer to him and before I realize what’s happening, I’m straddling his lap and all the reasons as to why weshouldn’tfly out of my brain.

I feel him growing beneath me and I bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from whimpering at the feeling of what I believe to be a hard, atypically large dick pressing upwards against me. “Elianna, forget about all of that. Forget who I am for a minute. Forget why you’re here and who we are to each other. Tell me what you want.” His voice is low and husky and a shiver moves through me at his words. Not to mention, I can’t remember the last time someone asked me what I wanted. “You said you haven’t always been able to take what you want because you’re always worried about everyone else. I’m asking you to take what you want. Don’t worry about anyone else but you.”

My eyes drop to his mouth. Lush, full lips that I’ve been dying to know the taste of and how they feel against mine. I can feel his eyes still tracing my face even while my eyes are trained on his mouth. My hands move up his chest and when they cover his heart, I feel it pounding under my palms. I wonder if he’s as nervous as I am. I inadvertently shift in his lap, momentarily forgetting where I am andmore importantly what I’m sitting onand the groan that leaves his lips is so sexy and feral, I can’t even stop myself from wanting to know how it would feel vibrating through me.

I lean forward and press my lips to his, and the sound transforms into a growl as his tongue snakes into my mouth without missing a beat.

Finally. Oh. my. God.

He tastes like tequila, lime, and a hint of salt, andfuck his lips are soft.The sound of his beard scraping against my skin sends a shiver through me and I can’t help but think about the sound it would make if it were to ever drag along my inner thigh.

I moan in response when his dick presses even harder against me and I grind downwards trying my best to stimulate my clit through our clothes. Then I feel his hands on my hips holding me in place. He pulls his lips from mine and they’re instantly at my ear before he bites down gently. “Elianna,” he says and I hear a hint of scolding in his voice.

“You said to take what I want and I’ve never…I’ve never done this before. I wanted to feel it.” My words are quiet, but I know he heard it because he loosens his grip on my hips and I shift again, pressing myself harder against him.

He lets out a shaky breath as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes full of hunger. “What… exactly?”

“Ummm this?” I squeak, looking down at where I’m sitting. “Through our clothes.” He raises an eyebrow at me like he’s amused and I feel heat rush to my cheeks in embarrassment before swallowing hard. “Dry humping.” His dick jumps beneath me and I gasp at the feeling. I’m guessing he likes my choice of words.

“Elianna, I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me.” His eyes are shining greener than usual, like the color of fresh-cut grass and I feel myself getting lost in them so I blink to break the trance. “Are you a virgin?” His hands move from my hips to my forearms, and he wraps his hands gently around them. His thumbs begin drawing circles on the backs of my arms and I want to melt even further into him at the feeling.

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. Although I don’t have many sexual experiences and none of them were what I’d callgood, I have had sex before.I think he’s struggling with what to ask next so expound. “But it’s been a while.”

“What’s a while?”

I hesitate for a moment before answering. “Six years?”

His eyes widen and his mouth drops open before he lets out a breath. “Fuck, Elianna. I am so—” He starts and I can feel him trying to move me off his lap when I squeeze my thighs to try and keep him from moving me. Or at the very least give him a sign that I don’t want to be moved.

“Don’t apologize. I want this.”

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