Page 4 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

The knot coiled up inside me is longing to be untied by his masterful hand. I’ve never come so quickly. Never in an elevator either. Or with a stranger. Or where anyone might discover us. A night of firsts.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he breathes against my cheek.

DING!

We both exhale, half cursing and half laughing when he says, “I’m lodging a complaint about this horribly fast elevator.”

He’s barely got his hand out from under my dress as the doors open. A family of four is waiting and we do our best to appear unruffled. The kids, wearing pajamas and ready for hotel adventures like late-night hot cocoa in the lobby, are innocently oblivious to what we’ve been up to but I see the mother’s wide eyes and the father trying to suppress a smirk as we pass them with a cordial nod.

I look towards my handsome company conspiratorially after we exit leaving the family behind but his expression stops me in my tracks. He looks lost. Sad. Guilty? Shit.

He notices I’ve stopped and shakes off the lost look. “Shall we-”

“Are you married?” I want him but I can’t do this if he says yes.

He blinks and slowly shakes his head. “No. Not anymore.”

There’s a note of despair in his answer and I have a feeling ‘not anymore’ wasn’t his choice.

The odd little flower of hope I’d felt earlier when I first laid eyes on him in the bar withers some but what can I do? This is a one-night stand and that’s all it’s going to be.

I want him and I don’t want to overthink this. I want a night to forget about my troubles. I don’t need new ones.

“Okay,” I tell him. “Let’s go.”

3-Quinn

The door closes behind us with a decisive click and I startle. We’ve not touched since we got off the elevator. “I’m not on the pill. It messes with my…” My last therapist had suggested stopping them for a while. There hasn’t been a real reason to resume them.

He smirks. “It’s fine. I always wrap it anyway.” Right. Of course. We’re strangers who don’t even know each other’s names.

I look around. The suite is enormous and beautifully appointed. I’ve never stayed anywhere half as nice. He must be rich. Maybe he is a secret prince.

“Feeling nervous again?” he asks, gently.

I am but I’m tired of letting my anxiety issues dictate my life.Time to live a little, Quinn. “Just a bit. I think I’d relax if you were closer.”

He grins and moves towards me. We’re soon standing chest to chest, kissing. He sheds his shirt, revealing a broad, tanned chest with a sprinkling of light brown hair. He’s toned, nicely muscled, a body he’s invested effort into. My eyes slide down the grooves of his abs to his belt. Maybe he’s not a prince or a spy but he’s definitelysomeoneand that someone wantsme.

“Turn around.” His fingertips ghost across the zipper of my dress. A smooth tug and the fabric falls away, pooling at my feet. He presses reverent kisses along the back of my neck and spine, his sure touch whispering to my fears to be silent for once.

He turns me towards him again, eyes darkened with desire while I’m wearing nothing but my panties and bra. “You’re gorgeous,” he rasps and then pulls me in for another searing kiss.

Dizzy from his kisses, I rest trembling hands at his belt. I fumble with the buckle and zipper. His grin tells me he notices my fumbling but the warmth of it tells me he doesn’t mind.

With one deft move, he unfastens my bra and sucks in a sharp breath as it slides off my body. His hands are eager, cupping my breasts as he licks his lips. Hunger fills me. He lowers his head and drags a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh…ohhhh.” Just the right amount of tension and pull, it sends heat straight to my core. I bury my fingers in his thick hair and arch my back. He worships each nipple in turn, in no apparent hurry.

My panties are soon drenched and he’s not even touched me down there since the elevator. As if the same thought occurs to him, he raises his head again. “Lie back on the bed for me.”

I do, stretching out across the buttery soft linens and watching him shove his dress slacks off. He’s got that delicious V that Isa and her friends all giggle over. He’s an Adonis. Then, he removes his boxers.

Ohmy.

I nearly miss the way his lips twitch as my eyes boggle. God, he’s huge and hard as a rock. A bit of moisture teases me from his tip.

“I… I’m…”

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