Page 45 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

Warm, strong and lovely, ambrosia on my tongue, perfection in my arms. Quinn is like hearth and home, the kind of person that slips into your soul if you’re not careful. A dangerous thought.

I thrust forward to fill her completely, ignoring the unexpected contentment which fills my chest as I do and what it could mean.

A hitching breath from Quinn and I adjust her leg around my hip. “I’ve thought about this so much since that night.” I begin to move inside of her, savoring the tight grip of her walls around my cock.

“So have I. So have I. Theo…” she cries, rolling her hips in time with mine and already building towards another release. I reach down between us, thumb her clit as my mouth finds her nipple. She breaks apart for me again and I soon follow.

Both of us are sweaty and sated when I pull her back into my arms afterwards and listen to her breath evening out, turning softer. She says panic attacks tend to leave her feeling exhausted but the orgasms have left her wonderfully boneless and I suspect she doesn’t mind that one bit.

I stroke her satiny skin, wishing she’d not suffered the attack in the first place tonight but infinitely glad I got to give her those orgasms.

“You won’t run off on me like last time, Lois Lane.” I kiss her nose and she giggles.

“This is my bed, Superman. You’ll be the one running off from me. Or flying.” Her hand rests over my heart. “I wish you wouldn’t though,” she adds in a whisper.

Dammit. I can’t say no when she looks at me that way, so sweet and vulnerable. I don’t want to say no anyway. The kids aren’t home tonight. Otherwise, I would have to go. The thought sours my mood slightly so I push it away.

“I’ll stay tonight,” I promise her as she grows still. I’ll stay until it’s time for Julieta and Maria to be up anyway.

“Good,” she mutters as sleep is claiming her. “If I’m a girl who sleeps with her boss, at least stay the night.”

Not a comforting thought. I’m sleeping with my children’s nanny. I should probably feel like a creep. But I don’t. I rub lazy circles along Quinn’s bare back and shoulders before sleep finds me. And, when we wake an hour before dawn, we let our bodies do all the talking.

23-Theo

My night with Quinn didn’t allow for much sleep, not that I’m complaining.Not at all. But, it’s a fact which doesn’t escape my brothers’ notice when I drive up to the cottage to pick up the kids the next morning.

“You look exhausted but like you don’t mind being exhausted,” Oliver says, smirking.

“Where have you stowed my children?”

“He means to say you look like shit but happily laid shit.”

“Language, Grayson!”

“Relax. The kids are outside looking for frogs while eagerly awaiting their Uncle Grayson’s amazing pancakes.”

“Is that what the smell is? I thought you’d had a bonfire in here last night.”

“My pancakes are not…ohshit!”

I can’t help laughing at my kid brother trying valiantly (and failing) to salvage breakfast. And yes, I’m in a very good mood despite my lack of sleep. “Who was she?” Oliver asks as Grayson’s scraping up charred bits from the electric skillet.

“No one you know.”

Oliver grins and, God help me, I grin right back. Technically, Oliver hasn’t met Quinn even if he knowsofher. She was already upstairs getting ready when they came to get the kids yesterday and he didn’tmeether that night at Sapphire.

Thank God, my sweater’s got a turtleneck or they’d give me merry hell over the hickey Quinn left early this morning.“It’s only fair,”she’d teased.She’d sucked my cock after she’d sucked my neck so I’d say it was more than fair.

However, I’ve discovered after thirty-eight years of living, if you eventhinkof hiding something from my mother, you’ll magically summon her. “Theo, I’d hoped you’d be here,” she says, walking into the cottage a minute later. Seriously, how does she do that?

I greet her with a kiss on the cheek, thinking I’ll slip off to see the kids while she chides Gray over the scorched breakfast. Instead, she stops me in my tracks by waving the day’sTribuneunder my nose. “What’s this about, hmmm?” she asks with a sly smile.

I glance down at the society page she’s turned to only to see a photograph of Quinn and I from outside the banquet last night. Quinn looks stunning in the red dress even with that deer in the headlights look on her face.

The caption underneath reads:Billionaire BachelorTheodore Wolfe attends Journalism Society’s Awards Banquet with Mystery Beauty

Well, shit. So much for being discreet. “Dad’s still getting the dead tree version of the news, huh?”

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