Page 44 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

I love the sound of that.

But, another rattle on the desk behind me has him straightening. He pauses, eyes fixed on something behind me. We knocked a picture over in our eagerness and I know whose picture it is.

“Upstairs now?” I prompt, not wanting old feelings to get in the way, not wanting the shadow of the past to spoil our night.

His eyes meet mine again and the shadow passes. “Upstairs. We’re just getting started tonight,” he promises.

22- Theo

Separate. Casual. But monogamous. The kids come first.

Sounds simple, doesn’t it?

It’s not. Starting an affair with my children’s nanny is probably the least simple thing I can do.

I still can’t help it.

We’ve only had the one night together if you don’t count that frenzied business on the kitchen floor last week - oh, I count it - but it’s like we’ve known each other’s bodies for years. It was there that first night, this captivating pull towards one another.

After Kathy’s picture on the desk had toppled over, I decide to avoid my bedroom and steer us up the stairs to Quinn’s quarters. This is between us. Only us.

The glow of her fairy lights is all the light we need, soft and warm, like Quinn.

My hands slide into her long, dark hair, freeing that mass that’s silky as feathers from its bun after the door closes behind me. “I love your hair,” I murmur. I could run my fingers through it all day.

She presses her body closer to mine. “What was it you said about ladies first, Mr. Wolfe?” she asks teasingly, eyes hooded with desire.

I chuckle, cupping her cheek. “Let me show you.”

The sexy red dress puddles at our feet. I take a moment to appreciate her beautiful body and then kiss her, dominant and sure. I don’t want any lingering worries to stop either of us now. This feels too good and I want to feel it all.

Sinking to my knees, my hungry gaze rakes over her perfect tits again and the little scrap of lace covering the rest of her from me. “Those need to go,” I say of the panties. A hard yank and they’re ripped away. She squeaks in surprise but the smoldering look tells me she’s as turned on as I am.

“They were one of my prettiest pairs,” she says, half-heartedly scolding.

I palm her ass, giving the round cheek a squeeze as my dick gets even harder than I thought possible. “I’ll buy you a dozen pretty pairs to replace them,” I promise, planting a kiss on her navel.

She gasps and wraps her arms around my head, fingers already tugging at my hair. I love her hair. I love her playing with mine. Good idea or not, this is happening and I don’t want to stop.

Gradually, with purpose, I kiss my way downward until I’m licking a hot, wet trail along her inner thigh. She shudders, squirms, clutches my shoulders for support. “I’ll fall, Theo.”

“I’ll catch you.” My nose brushes across her mound and I inhale her sweet musk. “Fuck, I could eat you all night.”

“You wouldn’t really want-” I cut off her feeble and inaccurate protest when my tongue dips between her folds and she decides talking’s overrated.

Deciding I don’t want her to actually fall though, I lift her in my arms to carry her towards the bed. I’m still mostly dressed while she’s naked. “You’re sexy as sin in that tuxedo though I’d rather you be naked,” she murmurs.

“I’m glad you think so,” I tell her, laying her back on the sheets. “Nothing’s sexier than you laid bare for me, sweetheart. Spread your legs.”

She does and I focus on putting this lady’s gratification first, something I pride myself on doing well. My mouth and tongue explore, teasing and pleasing. My fingers join in. Quinn surrenders to pleasure and I’m rewarded with moans and cries of delight for my efforts. Making a woman come apart that way, allowing me to know her body so intimately, there’s not much better in my opinion.

“Theo…” she whimpers after her rapturous crest fades. “I need you.” She tugs my hand towards her, eyes sliding down to my aching erection.

Some rustling and my clothes join her dress on the floor. She’s still wet from my attentions, pretty and pink and so inviting. I pluck the condom from my wallet and cover myself before covering her.

“You’re so warm, so strong,” she tells me, rubbing my biceps and shoulders. “You feel so good.”

“So are you. So do you.”

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