Page 152 of The Nanny Goal

She laughs, and I bend my knees to kiss her neck, to feel that warm sound against my lips.

Then she pushes her hands against my shoulders. Making space between us and really looking at me. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

“Of course,” I say.

Because…of course.

Except I know that’s not how it’s been for her.

“Always,” I add. “And I mean that.”

“I know,” she says.

And from the soft look in her eye, I know she means that, too.

She takes a deep breath and sinks to her knees. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you.”

I plant my hands on the door above her and stare down. “You don’t need to do this.”

But my aching cock wants her to.

“I know.” A bright smile. “I want to.” She bats her eyes at me. “Can I have a taste, Alexei? Can I taste your big, hard cock?”

Her words are filthy magic. “Who taught you to be so dirty?”

“You did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Mm-hmm. You made me so curious about what it would be like to take your cock in my mouth, and then I didn’t get to do that.” Calgary. She’s talking about Calgary. “So I thought about it in so…much…detail…”

Emery, on her knees, unbuckling my belt, is so sexy.

But once my fly is unzipped, she doesn’t take me in hand. Not yet.

She strokes the front of my thighs, sliding her gaze from my straining bulge up to my face and back down again. “Do you know that I dreamed of this for two years? The feel of your cock in my mouth. The scent of your turned-on skin…” She leans and brushes her nose along the edge of my boxers. “The taste of your seed on my tongue.”

“That’s naughty.”

“I’m naughty. But only for you. I’m your dirty, dirty girl.” She hooks her fingers into my waistband, her knuckles grazing my bare skin, and I just about come from that touch alone.

There will be seed on her tongue all right. Real fucking soon.

But she’s in no rush.

For all her erotic fire, this feels like worship. Reverence.

I have never had a lover look at me like this.

Fuck.

She smiles as she slides her fingers deeper and finally takes me in hand, pulling my cock into the open. "You smell good," she whispers. And then she licks around my flared tip with a soft, broad swipe of her tongue.

I squeeze my hands against the door and shudder.

She kisses the very tip, then looks up at me, her eyes bright. "You can hold my head." Another whisper. A smile next. "If you want. I'd like that, too."

I reach for her hair with one hand. Weave my fingers through it, finding her scalp. Curl my hands around her head and test bringing her mouth more directly onto my cock.

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