Page 13 of The Nanny Goal

I’m really trying not to, but he’s staring at me like I’m a wonder. How is a girl not supposed to fall head over heels in love with this kind of attention? I’ve never in my life had this much attention.

He finally ducks his head and kisses me right below my belly button, his lips just as sure and confident here as they were everywhere else. As he inhales deeply—try not to think too hard about what that means—he shifts his whole body, levering down a bit. His hips unmistakably grind into the mattress—focus on that, that’s fucking hot—and then his mouth is on the cotton covering my mound, kissing me through my panties.

“Solnishko,” he murmurs. “Smells like summer.”

I cover my mouth to keep from screaming something silly likeI love youormarry me, and it’s good because the next thing he does is tug my panties to the side and lick up the seam of my pussy, and that makes me actually scream.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls. “Be loud, Emery.”

Can’t. This room is booked in my parents’ name. Oh god, oh god…

His tongue goes everywhere. Deep and up and down again, then up, all the way up, licking between my pussy lips until he finds my clit, and there he stays, tongue kissing my virgin pussy in a way that makes me plant my heels on the bed and press my hips up into his face. Shamelessly. Needfully. Desperately.

“Alexei,” I groan around my fingers.

He mumbles something back. I close my legs around his head, and he pushes them wide open. My panties get in the way and he rips them off, sending them flying through the air.

I forget about muffling the sounds I’m making and I reach for him, my hands grabbing his head and holding him…there.

His long, capable fingers wrap around my hips and lift me to his mouth.

Thighs shaking, I try not to wrap myself around his head again, but he’s turning me inside out, his suction on my clit is so perfect. My thighs curl in, my legs sliding over his broad, strong shoulders, and then I’m coming so hard I see stars.

Deep, incredible pulses start at my clit and rocket through my belly, out to my limbs, leaving nothing tingling pleasure in their wake. I drift in the thick wonder of it, my breath hitching and my ears buzzing, until Alexei peels my thighs off his ears and presses his mouth to the inside of one leg.

“Good, yes?”

I laugh and nod. “Um…yes. Incredible. I didn’t know mouths could do all of that, but now that I do know, I feel very, very special.”

“Yes, incredible. Special.” He laughs with me, kissing my mound and then my bare belly, before crawling up beside me. He’s still wearing clothes, his dress shirt merely undone.

He looks elegantly debauched.

I am…

I glance down.

My turtleneck is shoved up into my armpits. My sports bra is yanked down below my breasts. And beneath that…I’m totally naked.

We need some balance here.

“Your turn,” I whisper.

He leans in and kisses me, tasting like me, his mouth still wet. “In a minute. First you enjoy.”

“I’m enjoying.” I tug at his belt. “I want?—”

From somewhere near the door, a phone vibrates again.

I sigh. “I should get that. If it’s my parents, and they come here next.”

He groans and rolls onto his back, waving me off. “Yes. Okay.”

I peel off my turtleneck and bra first. If I’m going to roll off the bed naked, it might as well be all the way naked.

He watches me, his attention wolfish.

I twirl at the end of the bed, then point to his erection. “Unzip, mister. I want to taste you next.”

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