Page 103 of The Nanny Goal

I have two plug-in nightlights in here, which provide just enough visibility that I don’t turn the lights on. Maybe the shadows will be freeing for her.

After I get the shower started, I back her up against the vanity and drop to my knees in front of her.

She buries her hands in my hair as I press my face to her belly.

“Let me make you feel good,” I say, my voice low and private under the hiss of the steam building. “Please let me.”

“We need to be careful.” Her voice catches.

“I know.” Trust me, I fucking know. “Just my hands. Just my mouth.”

“Alexei…” Even uncertain and conflicted, my name on her lips is the best sound in the world.

I squeeze her hips in my hands and look up at her. “I just want to be close to you. I’m on my knees for a reason.”

“Will you regret this when I’m gone?” The way her voice cracks destroys me.

“Never,” I swear. “I’ll never regret anything that we do. I’m begging for your sunshine. Can you let me have a taste in the shower?”

She nods, biting her lower lip, and I tug her sleep shorts down her legs. Slide off her panties, too.

Even in the dim light, I can see her eyes go wide as I nudge her legs apart, but she lets me stroke her inner thighs and the soft pout of her pussy lips.

Her grip on the counter tightens when I duck my head again, breathing in her scent.

“Please,” I whisper.

She trembles, then spreads her legs for me, giving me more access.

Fuck, the trust that takes. “Thank you,” I groan against her belly, pressing my face in against her skin as my fingers find the string of her tampon.

I ease it out of her body and get rid of it, then wrap my arms tight around her hips, squeezing her against me before I strip us both of the rest of our clothes and pull her into the shower.

Will you regret this when I’m gone?

When it comes to Emery, regret is a complicated word. The first time I touched her, it was a mistake. The second time, it was a secret. The third time… it’ll be forever.

We’re past the point of just fooling around. I want her in my bed, in my shower, on my face, on my mind…

I trace my fingers over her shoulder, onto her chest, and down to where her little breasts strain away from her body in eager points.

“I’m obsessed with you,” I whisper. “Moya polovinka.”

She shudders.

“There hasn’t been anyone else for me. Not in my thoughts, not in my bed, and not in my shower. You have consumed me even when you weren’t here, even when I thought you would never be here. Now that I have you again, I never want to let you go.”

“I can’t…”

“I know.” I swallow hard. “I won’t say it again.”

She flattens my hand against her chest, pressing her fingers against mine, urging me to squeeze her tit. “I’m not the same girl, Alexei.”

“I am not the same man. It’s okay.”

“But—”

“We are different people, yes? But the fire between us, it is the same. It needs to burn, Emery. Let yourself burn, if only for right now. Then we can forget again.”

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