Page 52 of Nanny and the Beast

She tilts her head toward me. I see the outline of her succulent lips.

"What game are you playing, Emma?" I ask.

Her breath hitches in her throat.

My desire for her is a living, breathing monster that's separate from me.

"You try to seduce me at breakfast, and then you try to win over the kids by baking them cookies," I say. "Do you really expect me to believe that you don't have an ulterior motive?"

She blinks a couple of times as the words sink in.

"You have me misunderstood," she says. "I'm only here for one reason—to do my job."

I lean in closer. She smells so fucking sweet.

"Is that really the truth, Emma?" I ask. "I wouldn't get mad if you told me you had an angle."

"There is no angle," she says. "I'm an honest person."

"I'm afraid I don't have any virtuous qualities," I say, dropping my head against her shoulder.

I wait for the human contact to register in my body. All that exists is pure, pulsing need. My mind is devoid of any thought or emotion. Instead, I'm feeling with my body.

A primal part of me has taken the reins now.

I bare my teeth against her shoulder, like a predator about to sink his teeth into his prey.

"Do you taste this sweet everywhere, Emma?" I ask.

She sighs softly for me, becoming a doll that exists for my gratification. She gasps as I bite down hard on her shoulder.

"I'm supposed to know better, aren't I?" I ask. "I'm seventeen years older. I'm your boss. I'm not supposed to cross the line."

She arches her back, pushing her round ass toward me.

"But a man can only take so much teasing, Emma," I say, dragging my hand up her body and wrapping it around her throat.

I wait for the familiar repulsion to wash over me, but there's nothing there. When I'm around this girl, my old life feels like a movie I once watched. I remember the big strokes of what happened, but it all feels like a distant memory.

I pick up little things about her body language.

She likes it when I'm rough with her.

I slide my other hand up her hip, squeezing it in my hold.

"You like this, don't you?" I'm so close to her that I can hear her heart beating. "I think you'll let me do whatever I want to you."

She shifts against me, rubbing her ass against my aching cock.

My sanity is about to tip over the edge. Electricity is running through my veins. This girl is about to unleash the monster that lives inside me.

"You're so fucking hungry for it," I say. "And I bet you don't even know what you're hungry for."

Her breasts heave against her blouse, begging for my touch.

"I'm going to have to be the one to corrupt you," I say. "But I'll warn you now, Emma. You'll never be the same again."

"Maybe I don't want to be," she says.

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