Page 104 of The Nanny Goal

She twists in my arms.

“I never forgot,” she whispers, her breath warm and sweet. Her lips brush against mine. Almost a kiss. Agonizing. “I tried. You told me to. Do you remember?”

“I remember everything.” I kiss her forehead, my heart pounding in my chest. “But I meant it. I wanted you to find better.”

“I didn’t.” She sucks in a quick, sharp breath and turns her face to the spray.

I wrap my arms around her from behind, and she leans back against me.

“Tell me.”

“Nobody has ever made me feel what you make me feel.”

I shouldn’t take such vicious pride in that, but I do. I’ve wondered, ever since she hugged Malik. No, before that. From the first time Forrest told me she was suddenly dating everyone under the sun, I wondered if they were treating her well enough, if she came like a firecracker for them, too.

“I haven’t even tried.” I skim my hands down her torso. “I don’t want to feel this with anyone else. I’d rather be alone with the memory of you trying to be quiet.”

She shivers.

“Yes? You liked that?”

Her pupils dilate. “Mmm…”

“Maybe you need the thrill, hmm? The risk of being overheard?”

A shudder wracks her body.

I push my hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy. “I should have done this when your family was here. Pulled you upstairs and made you come on my fingers. It wouldn’t take long, would it? If you had to be quiet for me?”

She convulses in my arms, and against my fingers, her soft cunt slicks even more.

“That’s it, sunshine. Let me feel how much you like it.” I kiss the side of her head and skate my other hand up to play with her tits again. Her nipples are so hard, little pebbles that beg to be pinched.

When I do that, she whimpers and her hips rock, pushing her clit into my fingers.

“I haven’t even begged yet, and you’re already going to come, aren’t you?”

“Alexei…”

“Don’t come yet,” I growl, but I don’t mean it, because I want that more than anything. I want her to come and come and come.

She shatters on my hand, and it feels fucking amazing. Fluttering flesh and a silky pour of arousal that coats my fingers and makes my mouth water.

I turn her, pressing her back against the tiles, and kneel. I touch her reverently, tracing the shape of her hips and the curve at the top of her thighs. The incredible softness where her legs meet her slick, swollen pussy.

“Put a leg over my shoulder.”

She laughs weakly. “I don’t know if I can stand on one leg.”

“I’ll hold you up.”

She tips her head back and lifts her left leg. I help her hook it over, tipping her hips out and lifting her up onto her toes.

“Alexei!”

I chuckle as I kiss her inner thigh. “Hold on tight.”

The groan she makes as she sinks her fingers into my hair—and digs her heel into my back—is almost as delicious as the sharp sweetness between her pussy lips.

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