Page 3 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

I laugh but silently agree with his choice of alias. He’s already played the hero. “It’s nice to meet you, Clark. I’m Lois Lane.”

Those blue eyes sparkle merrily. He likes our little game and so do I.

2-Quinn

The girls had suggested I allow myself a little casual male distraction tonight. I’d blushed and shook my head at them. I don’t even smile at strange men in bars. So, what’s this?

Call it anexperiment.

We share a drink, chat but avoid anything too personal. I’m not really eager to share that I’m an out of work teacher with a dwindling savings account who hasn’t had sex in over a year. This is about fun tonight and itisfun being a bit mysterious for once.

The conversation comes easily. He asks me to dance. I don’t freeze up. My pulse thrums when he tugs me closer. He smells delicious.

He’s so utterly masculine and strong, like he’s been forged in fire and tempered into solid steel. He could crush me if he wanted but, strangely, he makes me feel safe. When I lay my head against his broad chest, I can feel his heart beating quick-quick even though the song is slow. It soothes me to know, despite his easy-going personality, he’s affected by this, too.

Jessica leaves with his friend around ten giving me a wink of encouragement. Will he ask me to leave with him? Will I agree? For once in my life, I want to.

Another song, he slips his hand through my loose, dark hair, eyes intense as he fingers the tendril he holds. “Even softer than I thought,” he murmurs.

“I am.” I tip my head back, offering him my mouth. Who am I? Whoever I am tonight, I like her. I like him.

He hovers, studying my face, my eyes. Instead of panic, it’s anticipation which overwhelms me. I lick my lips and he watches me do it. I smile encouragingly and he moves, pressing his firm lips to mine.

Sparks and fireworks and bubbly champagne. Those are the only descriptors I can think up for the sensations he brings as I open to his kiss like a flower’s petals might for the sun.

Heat spreads all through my body as his tongue sweeps across my lower lip and his hand curves possessively around my waist, holding me tight. Undeniable magnetism. And this man knows how tokiss.

“Mmm, very sweet,” he says, his voice husky when we break apart.

I giggle like a teenager and possess the confidence of a far more worldly woman. Who am I?!

A short time later, I leave a stunned Isa behind with promises I’ll text her by morning and allow Clark Kent to walk me out of Sapphire into the humid summer night air and to a nearby hotel, a swanky place with crystal chandeliers and marble fountains in the lobby. My heart is racing but I don’t feel fearful. I tell myself that means this is okay.

“Are you staying here?” We’ve not discussed where we live. He might be a married salesman from out of town, a prince or a secret agent for all I know. Of the three, I sincerely hope he’s not the first one.

“For tonight,” he answers. It’s vague but reaffirms my belief that he’s from out of town.

We cross the parquet floor to the elevators, all gold and glass. Nervousness is creeping in. This experiment is about to getreal. “I’m not this sort of girl ordinarily,” I murmur as the doors slide open.

He pauses, still holding my hand. “I could tell. I’ll admit I find that intriguing but there’s no pressure if you’ve changed your mind.” He’ll let me go if I want to but his thumb is stroking the inside of my wrist. Hello, Magnetism.

“I want to be this sort of girl tonight… with you.” I force myself to make eye contact and there’s so much hunger swirling in those blue eyes. Maybe it should frighten me but it doesn’t. I stand on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his.

He smiles as I step into the elevator. He follows, pressing the button for the top floor. “We’re high up,” I comment.

“Hopefully, it’ll take long enough.”

One moment, he’s standing by the button panel and the next, he’s kissing me. I yield to his kiss and…ohGod. A thousand sparklers light up my nerve endings. Then, his mouth finds my throat, his stubble prickling my tender flesh. I gasp and then moan at the feel of his hard body pressing against mine.

Hot fingers dance up my thigh, under my dress, tease me through my panties as he claims my mouth for another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the one we shared at Sapphire. My toes are already curling in my heels as he strokes me through fabric.

Arousal washes all through me and I feel light-headed as the elevator car climbs higher and higher. Holy hell, I think he means to get me off before we reach the top.

“Spread your legs,” he rumbles, looking down at me with fiery eyes. I can only imagine how I must look to him; eyes hooded with lust, cheeks flushed and mouth wide open in surprise as I cling to his shoulders for fear of falling.

I obey his orders, spreading my legs and already clenching with need. His hand slips into my panties and he traces my folds while his tongue tickles the sensitive skin at the back of my ear. His thumb circles my clit as he sinks one thick finger inside of me. I wince initially at the intrusion but I want more.

“Yes,”I whimper, bucking into his hand, desperate for more pressure on my clit.

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