Page 57 of The Nanny is Off Limits

Ohhh.

I shoot him a wicked smirk and then I move so that my face is hovering just above his. “I’ve done it before.” I drag my tongue lightly across his bottom lip before pulling back.

His gaze darkens as he sits up slightly. “You have?”

I nod. “Yes. More than once.” I’ll admit I may have added that last part because the look in his eye that I’m pretty sure is fueled by jealousy is kind of hot.

“And he didn’t eat your pussy?” he asks in shock.

“We’ve covered that already.”

“Elianna,” he says like he’s warning me.

“Mr. Kincaid,” I sass.

A sinful look flashes across his face before it fades into a sweet smile. He rubs my cheek and drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “I hate that no one has taken care of you.” Those words sound very similar to something he’s said before and I don’t know if there is a double meaning to his words but I try not to focus on it.

I look away from his gaze and move myself down his body. “Can I suck your dick now?”

“Yeah,” he says between ragged breaths. “Come sit your pussy on my face.”

Heat flashes through me. Despite knowing what that mouth can do, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the things that come out of it.

I spin around to straddle him and I instantly wrap a hand around his dick as a groan leaves his lips. “Ohfuck,” he says and a surge of pride moves through me that just my hand causes this reaction. I lower my mouth and drag my tongue over the tip of his dick collecting the pre-cum that’s leaking from the head.

“Shit, you’re killing me, baby,” he whispers and then he drags the tip of his tongue along my sex. I clench, my body tightening at the thought of what’s to come. I wasn’t lying when I said nothing felt like that. I have what I think to be a pretty decent vibrator that is solely meant for suction and it didn’t even come close to how his lips felt wrapped around my clit.

I drag my tongue up his shaft, wondering how I’m going to fit his entire dick in my mouth when three beeps followed by the sound of the alarm indicating someone is coming in the house ring through the air.

Rowan’s tongue which had been deep inside my pussy, immediately freezes and I feel the cool air hit my sex as I assume he pulls back.

“Tell me, I’m hearing things.”

Next is the sound of more beeps, indicating someone is deactivating the alarm and immediately I scramble off of him to get off the bed. I pull on my shorts and my sleep shirt in seconds.

“What the fuck? Is that Margot?” Rowan whispers as he pulls on his sweatpants and t-shirt. “What time is it?” I spy my phone on the nightstand and grab it noting the time of just after one-thirty and show it to him. He growls in response. “She knows better than to be driving this late at night by herself.”

He listens by the door waiting to see if she goes upstairs, knowing that he can’t just walk out of my room at this hour when we both hear the sounds of her making her way toward my door.

My eyes widen and he shakes his head.It’s okay,he mouths and we hear her shuffling outside before a light tapping on his office door.

“Dad, are you in there?” she says softly and I bite my lip nervously before I hear her retreating down the hall.

“She probably thinks I’m sleeping. It’s fine,” he whispers before he runs a hand through his hair. “But I should go. I need to figure out what she’s doing here and if she’s okay. I swear she better not have been drinking.”

I had an inkling she may be experimenting with alcohol but I’m not totally sure. I sincerely hope if she has been tonight, she wouldn’t have driven her car home.

“I can’t tell where in the house she is,” he whispers and reaches into his pocket. “Fuck, and I don’t have my phone. I left it in my office.” He swallows and I can sense the nerves flowing off of him. “What if she called me to come get her and I didn’t?” His voice is laced with worry and I look down at my phone.

“Then she would have called me, I would think?” I show him my phone which shows nothing but a few Instagram likes, an email, and aMonopoly Go! notification from the ongoing game I’ve had with my sisters for years.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“Don’t be.” I nod at him. “Maybe just wash your face before you go see her?” I add weakly.

“Right.” He murmurs but I still see the anxiety all over him. “I just panic about her driving.”

“I know.” I reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. “She’s okay. She’s here and she’s safe, that’s all that matters.”

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