Page 170 of Nanny and the Beast

Flowers bloom along the length of my spine. I become boneless as he teases me mercilessly.

“Such an innocent face,” he says, slipping his hand inside my panties. “But I see you for what you are. You’re a bad, bad girl, aren’t you? So fucking hungry for your boss’s cock.”

He presses another lazy kiss against my inner thigh. His fingers continue to stroke me, making my feet dig into his muscular back. I bite my lip to stifle my sighs.

A soft cry escapes my lips when he rips my panties in half and latches his open mouth over my sex. He licks me leisurely, like we have all the time in the world. He took his time studying my body, so every flick of his tongue is a practiced motion. He’s a pianist who has played this song hundreds of times before.

“Klaus.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “Oh, my God.”

“I’m the only god you serve now, angel,” he says, wrapping his lips around my clit. He sucks me into his mouth, making my core contract. “Show me those pretty tits. I’ve been thinking about them all fucking day.”

When I don’t obey his command, he bites down on my clit, making me gasp out loud.

I lift my shaky hands to my blouse and undo the first few buttons. He reaches up and pushes aside the fabric of my blouse, enclosing his hands around my softness. He rolls my nipple between his fingers as he laps at my pussy.

It’s an assault to the senses.

The pleasure is too much. When my thighs are shaking around his neck and my juices are dripping down his chin, he stands.

“I was...” I look up at him through hooded eyes.

“I told you many times before,” he says. “I’m not a good man, Emma. I’m selfish. When I see something I like, I take it. AndI’ve had my eye on you from the moment you walked into my life.”

He spins me around and lifts my hips. His breath is hot against my neck as he slams home inside me.

“You’re only allowed to come on my cock,” he says, biting down on my shoulder. He fucks me with slow, deep thrusts that have me seeing double. His arm wraps around my breasts. My toes don’t even touch the ground. “So fucking tight for me.”

When his hand brushes against my clit, I shatter into a million pieces.

He groans against my neck as he spills inside me. I’m sensitive everywhere as he turns me back around. He kisses me until my heart doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

“I can’t wait for our date on Saturday,” he says, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

There’s so much emotion in his eyes. So much softness and it’s all for me.

“What do you have planned?” I ask, playing with the lapels of his shirt.

“You’ll find out,” he says.

He cleans me up with paper towels and washes his hands before handing me the chocolate.

“Do I get some of your famous hot chocolate too?” he asks.

“I thought you didn’t have much of a sweet tooth,” I tease.

“I’m starting to,” he whispers, brushing his knuckles over my cheek.

It’s late at night.

The kids are in bed. Klaus and I are curled up in an armchair in front of the fireplace. I watch the flames dance until the brightness and warmth sear into my brain.

Even though I feel safe in his arms, my mind is still alert.Sinclair mansion always feels different during the night. Every creak of the floorboard sounds like an omen. The shadows lean in closer, and I can’t shake the feeling that something unseen hides in them, just watching.

“Can I ask you something?” I say, looking up at Klaus.

He strokes my back and shifts his gaze to me.

“Do you believe in the supernatural?” I ask.

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