Page 55 of The Nanny is Off Limits

“We shouldn’t have?” A smirk pulls at my lips and she glares at me.

“You know what I mean. What if…”

“It’s okay. Nothing happened,” I tell her, not wanting her to obsess over a scenario that has SJ catching us for being reckless.

“I should go to my room.”

“Can I come?” I pull her into my arms and slide my hands through her hair tugging gently before pressing my lips to hers. My dick is still hard as stone and the sexy sigh she lets out as she rubs her warm body against me, is making sure it stays that way.

She’s about to respond when divine intervention occurs yetagain.

“Daaaddy!!” I hear screamed from upstairs. “Margot’s TV isn’t working!!”

“Why are they still up?” I sigh. “Christ, I should have taken River up on his offer,” I mumble. “Coming, Isla!” I yell out the door before I turn to look at Elianna who’s staring at me curiously.

“And what exactly did River offer?” She narrows her eyes like she knows already.

“To take SJ and Isla to give us some privacy,” I tell her as I move toward the door.

“You told River…about last night?”

“Only because the jealousy was written all over my face the second that guy approached you at the game. River can read me like a book and he put it together.”

She crosses her arms over her shirt and bites her bottom lip as she tries to hide the smile on her lips. “You were jealous?”

“I spent most of the last week thinking about you and most of last night with you sitting on my dick or with my hand wrapped around it while I pictured you. Yeah, Elianna, I was fucking jealous,” I tell her, and I don’t wait for her response before I’m out of my office.

I’m somehow suckered into making Isla and Sabrina some popcorn, so it’s another ten minutes after troubleshooting Margot’s television and bringing them their snack with the order that they need to go to bedsoonbefore I’m in front of Elianna’s door. I knock softly once, hoping she’s not asleep when she opens it with a shy smile on her face. She keeps the door mostly closed while she stands in the doorway blocking the entrance.

My hand reaches up, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, dying for a glimpse of those perky tits I’ve never seen but haven’t stopped picturing since the second I laid eyes on her. “You going to let me in?”

Her eyes peer down the hall before looking back up at me. “Can you be quiet?”

“Can you?” I ask her. “I recall you being a little…sensitive.” I lean down so I’m eye level with her chest and drag my tongue between the valley of her breasts. I hear a quiet gasp leave her lips and then her hands are at the back of my neck guiding my mouth to hers. She pulls me into her room, closing the door behind me, and it only takes us a few steps for us to be on her bed, me on top of her and her legs wrapped around me, our lips still attached. Her fingers run through my hair, and I feel the gentle sensation of her nails on my scalp spurring me on, making me kiss her harder. The room is quiet, save for our heavy breathing and the sounds of our bodies grinding against each other. I’m really fucking glad I replaced the bed in here before she moved in because it barely makes any noise.

“Rowan,” she breathes out quietly. “Pleaseplease, fuck me.”

My dick throbs at her begging; hard and leaking and dying to be inside her like she wants. “I need to do something first,” I tell her as my hands find the front of her shirt, unbuttoning the second and third buttons. My face is tucked into her neck, breathing in her spicy scent and I drag my teeth along the skin desperate to mark her there.

“What’s…that?” she says, her voice breathy and full of need.

She has a small lamp on her nightstand sheathing the room in a soft glow, but bright enough for me to see everything I need to see when I pull back to look down at her. “Taste you.”

Iswallow nervously, before meeting his gaze. My breasts aren’t exposed yet, but I feel his hands dancing just beneath them, like he’s waiting for me to respond to what he said. I bite my bottom lip trying to temper the frenzy of nerves coursing through me. A combination of excitement, lust, and worry flows through me, and I think he feels the last of those emotions because he pulls back slightly and moves his hands away from my breasts.

“What is it, gorgeous?”

My eyebrows pinch and a fourth emotion—embarrassment—flares up that I have to tell him.

Maybe I don’t need to?

Well, you have to say something now.

“I haven’t…” My voice wavers and I clear my throat, trying to remove the nerves from it. “No one has ever donethat,so I’m just a little nervous.”

He stares at me for a moment before he rubs a hand over his mouth. “We need to have a talk about the men you’ve been dealing with because…excuse me?” He’s pulled back so he’s seated on his heels as he looks me over. “First things first, is it because you don’t want anyone to?”

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s not that…it’s just…no one has ever wanted to, I guess.”

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