Page 64 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Morning.” I gripped her shoulders from behind and pressed my lips against the side of her neck. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not at all.” She tilted her head to give me better access.
I ran my hand down her torso and then up her nightshirt. Pushing her panties over, I dipped a finger inside and wouldn’t stop until she came. Lifting her nightshirt over her head, I removed the towel from my waist and took her from behind, watching in the mirror as I thrust in and out of her. She felt incredible, and this was exactly what I needed to start my day. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, while my hips thrusted back and forth. Our soft, but pleasurable moans were in sync with each other’s, and before I knew it, she orgasmed, forcing my cock to erupt like a volcano.
Leaning in, I buried my face in her neck, waiting for my heart to calm.
“Now that’s a good morning,” she said.
“It sure is.” I kissed her neck, pulled out of her, and grabbed the towel from the floor.
“Can I finish getting ready now?” A smile graced her beautiful face.
“You may.” I smiled, walking out of the bathroom and heading back to my bedroom.
When I stepped into the bedroom, Eloise was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.
“Why are you walking around the house in just a towel?” she asked.
“Uh, I wasn’t walking around the house. I used the shower in your bathroom so I didn’t wake you up,” I lied.
“Where’s Charlotte?”
“She’s getting dressed. And you need to do the same.” I smiled. “Do you feel well enough to go to school?”
“Yes.” She climbed off the bed.
“Guess what?”
“What?” She turned and looked at me.
“Gigi and Raphael are flying into the city today. We’re meeting them for dinner after you finish with your dance class.”
“Yay! Now both my grandparents will be in New York!”
As excited as she was, I wasn’t. Having the two of them in the same city, even for just a day, was a recipe for disaster.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Charlotte
I stepped inside the school, said goodbye to Eloise, and went into the office to sign us up for the talent show.
“What are you doing?” Mackenzie, one of the nannies, walked up.
“Signing Eloise and me up for the talent show.”
“You’re doing it with her?” Her eyes widened.
“Yes. We’re going to dance.” My brows furrowed. “Why are you acting so shocked?”
“A few of us are meeting at the coffee shop down the street for coffee. Join us.”
I glanced at my watch. “Sure. I have some time.”
I inhaled the aroma of French roast and cinnamon that filtered through the air when I stepped inside the coffee shop. I smiled when I saw the other nannies chatting at the table, feeling like this was their own safe corner of the city away from their employers and duties, even if just for a short time.
“Guess what Charlotte was doing when I found her in the office?” Mackenzie told the group.
