Page 49 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

I won’t lie but I’m not sure I want to admit I have felt the tug to teach again despite loving my current job. “He’s asking. I’m not agreeing. So, are you ready to take me home, Mr. Wolfe?”

He grins and heads us that way.

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For four nights in a row, Theo’s been late getting home. Last night, he didn’t come join me after the kids were in bed. Tonight, he missed the kids’ bedtimes. It’s been a rough week for him. Even if I don’t know much about mergers, acquisitions and buyouts, I can lend an ear. Meanwhile, the closer Michael Wolfe gets to retirement, the harder he seems to drive his son.

But even though he’s got experienced, trustworthy team members he could delegate more tasks to, his trust took a blow at work a few months ago when a man he considered a friend was caught embezzling from the company. I’m not sure how to help him with that. I just don’t want him to miss too many of the moments which become memories.

So, when I find him tonight hunched over his office laptop near midnight and looking far too worn for a man his age, I’ve already decided he needs someone to help take his mind off the office.

“Jill’s asking about visiting Santa this weekend.”

“Hmm. Okay.” He doesn’t even look up from the computer. Damn.

“Ryder’s starting to question things with the big guy in red by the way.”

He sighs. “I guess nine’s about that time, huh?”

“Yeah. But maybe the magic will last another year before logic wins out.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Theo, are you coming up to join me tonight?”

He sets aside his reading glasses and rubs his face before finally turning my way. I watch with some humor as his eyes widen and his mouth drops open. He scans me from head to toe and back again. I’m wearing a pair of knee-high socks and one of his t-shirts.

“Quinn, you…fuck.”He looks back at that laptop like a man in agony. “Believe me, I really want to come up to your room but Dad’s riding my ass about this final budget analysis.”

“Okay. But I’ll bet that the budget analysis could be finished tomorrow, couldn’t it?” He’s staring at me again and I can see him wavering. He licks his lips. “You work so hard but there’s got to be some balance between work and play.”

“Balance is important,” he agrees. “And, I do like to play.” I grin at that. Time to go in for the kill.

“I went shopping today.” He’d promised to buy me new panties to make up for the pair he tore and, in a sense, he paid for these. “Wanna see what I got?”

“Uh, sure. Did you bring the packages down-holy shit!”

I pull his t-shirt over my head to reveal the black lace thong I’m wearing and nothing else. Well, unless you count the knee-socks. Maybe I’m not interested in going on a wild singles’ cruise but I feel like a bit of a wild girl coming downstairs like this, his naughty little nanny. Everyone else is asleep and there are times when a little naughty is necessary.

“What do you think of my selection, Mr. Wolfe?” I turn slowly to make sure he gets the full look. I’m getting wet from that hungry gaze of his.

His hands curl into fists right before he slams his laptop shut. He jolts up to his feet so fast I emit a small shriek and I can already see visible proof of my effect on him. “I think…” He begins stalking around his desk towards me, “…that unless you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you hard and fast right here, you’d better run.”

It’s an appealing offer but I don’t want to push our luck too far. This is thrilling though. I never knew I could enjoy thrilling things again before him.

Holding the t-shirt against my chest and praying that no one’s up unexpectedly, I run for it. Up two flights, he chases me. I know he lets me win the race. My door closes with a firm snap behind him and we’re both panting, our hearts pounding from the exercise. Laughter bubbles up. I’ve never felt more carefree.

To make my seduction complete, I drop the shirt and crawl onto my bed, resting on all fours while wiggling my ass for him. “What was it you said about hard and fast?”

My wolf doesn’t waste any time pouncing after snatching the waiting condom off my nightstand and tearing it open like a man possessed.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Theo rumbles hotly from behind me.

His hands areeverywhere.I arch my back, tossing my hair. He wraps a long length of it around his fist and tugs, eliciting a moan. I relish the way his fingers dig into my hips next right before he slams into me for the first time tonight.

“Ohhhh! Oh yes…” I cry, wanting him and loving how desperately he wants me.

“You. Like. This. Sweetheart?” he asks, punctuating each word with a forceful thrust.

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