Page 43 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

“We’ve not talked about it.” He pivots until he’s standing in front of me, caging me between the desk and his body.

“I know.” My hands find their way to his chest, the warm skin and hard muscle hiding under his shirt teasing me, inflaming me. “I suppose we should talk.”

“But then I wonder if there’s all that much to say really,” he murmurs as his mouth inches towards mine.

God, how tantalizing he is. The scotch on his breath, his scent, his warmth. “Perhaps there isn’t.”

“I mean, we’re both adults.”

“We are.” A lock of his hair brushes my forehead.Almost.

“And single.”

“True.”

“I think I’ve made it clear I’m very attracted to you.”

“Yes, and I’m attracted to you, too.” I apply just a bit of pressure, pushing him back an inch or two. “But we can’t let it interfere with the children.” I had to get that out before we got any closer. My body will soon be calling all the shots here.

“No,” he agrees. “You’re great with them and I won’t risk them losing you. No matter how much I want this.” He leans in again with no resistance from me this time. I can feel how much he wants me, the hard bulge in his trousers nestling against my stomach through the dress. “But if we were to keep this…attractionseparate, casual…” he murmurs with a slow grind.

My eyes roll back. “Separate and casual but monogamous?”

“Definitely monogamous,” he growls. “We already know how good it is between us…”

“Sogood.”

“I want you, Quinn.” I whimper over another thrust of his hips. “I think you want me, too.” I moan, rocking shamelessly in search of sweet friction as I nod. “And maybe…”

I don’t let him finish his sentence or that slow descent towards my mouth. I shoot up to my toes and loop my arms around his neck, bringing him down swiftly so our mouths crash together.

Electricity. Magnetism. Chemistry. We’ve got that in spades.

Our mouths slot together perfectly with our tongues battling for dominance until I decide to let him claim me. He pushes me back farther on his desk. I hear something tip over but don’t care if it’s the scotch at the moment. Life is messy. We’ll be messy, too.

His hands are caressing my thighs, one of them finding the slit in my red dress. “You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?” he pants. “I’ll never look at the color red again without picturing you in this dress. Fuck, Quinn.” I’ve never felt more beautiful, more desirable.

His mouth plunders mine before seeking other treasures; my cheeks, my eyelids, my ears, my throat, my chest. He cherishes me with every brush of his lips. I tip my head back, encouraging his exploration.

I twist my fingers through his hair, work the bowtie loose. He helps me unbutton a couple of buttons before his hands are back on me. I feel their warmth along my back and hear the hiss of my zipper. The bodice of my dress grows slack and is pushed down towards my waist. Theo kisses the tops of my breasts reverently then settles two fingers on the clasp of my strapless bra. He looks up at me for permission. I nod and my bra is whisked away.

“Fuck me, you’re perfect. You know I’ve dreamt of these pretty tits for weeks and weeks,” he whispers towards my breasts making me chuckle. “Last week in the kitchen, it was so hot. I’ve played it over and over in my head.”

“Me, too. Me, too,” I cry as his lips close over a nipple. I arch my back and scoot my bottom along the desk, desperate to wrap my legs around him. He helps me find that position, that friction I’m craving and then he sucks on my nipple and I’m losing my mind. “So good, so good,” I tell him, never wanting this pleasure to end.

His hand comes between us, sliding my lacy panties to one side. He circles my clit and the crescendo is building so rapidly. “I want this. I want more. I want all of you tonight,” I confess as he sinks a finger into my wetness.

He stops a moment, raises his head from my breasts, sweetly traces my cheek with the tip of his nose. “Can I sleep with you?”

Does he even have to ask? “Yes,” I answer without a hint of trepidation. Whatever worries I have about what this will mean going forward, I’m too overcome with desire to focus on them tonight.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he rumbles.

I’d laugh at such sincere gratitude but he’s sinking to his knees before me. “Theo? If we’re going to bed, shouldn’t we –OH!”

He pushes my dress up higher and settles one hand on my stomach, forcing me to lean back and give him better access. He stares at my pussy and licks his lips with intent, a wolf preparing for a tasty meal. I’m already trembling in anticipation of my climax.

“I’m a big believer in ladies first, second and always.”

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