Page 59 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

“Can we have breakfast?” they ask through the door next. “We’re starving!”

“Seven o’clock! You can wait that long for breakfast! Fuck me, they’re trying your door now,” Theo grumbles when we hear them storming down the hall.

“I know. I’ll make breakfast.” Much as I love laying in bed with Theo in the morning, something I’ve not been able to do but once before now, I can’t ignore hungry children.

“They’re not really starving, Quinn, and you’re not the maid. They’ll get out their tablets in a sec and watch cartoons.”

“But…”

He throws an arm around my waist, pinning me, playfully nipping at my throat. “It’s our vacation, too. I don’t think my naughty little nanny is on duty just yet, is she?”

I give a half-hearted shove but there’s no way I’m getting free unless he lets me. Attempting to escape is futile. I don’t really want to when he starts grinding his morning wood against my backside and his hand slithers down my sleep shorts between my legs.

“Ms. Quinn’s not up either, Dad! Do you think she’s okay?”

“She’d be okay if you kids would let Daddy take care of her properly,” he murmurs, expertly teasing me towards a climax. If only they would find those tablets for a few minutes…

“DAD?!”

“Theo, we should stop,” I sigh. Neither of us wants to but the kids are our priority once they’re up.

“Alright, fine. But next time we come to Cabo, it’ll be just…”

He pauses and I’m frozen.Next time we come to Cabo, it’ll be just what?

He doesn’t say and I don’t ask but the question looms. What are we? Where’s this going?

His arm moves off of me and I take that as my cue to get up. On shaky legs, I hustle through our closets to my own room. I throw on my hoodie and tell the children I was sleeping soundly.

I’m stirring eggs, listening to their excited chatter while wondering what their father meant by that ‘next time’ when he joins us to make coffee.

30-Quinn

“My feet are tired, Ms. Quinn.”

“I’mtired. Daddy, can I ride on your shoulders?”

We’ve been sightseeing for the past three hours and the children’s morning energy has long-since evaporated. They’re bordering on grumpy-butts in need of serious chill time but we’re miles from the villa at present. Theo promises salvation is ahead in the form of fruit smoothies and snacks at the marina’s patio restaurant. When all else fails, feed them.

As we’re taking our seats overseeing the busy marina, Theo excuses himself to the restroom and my phone pings with a message from Isa. It’s pictures of her and her friends on the cruise ship surrounded by a couple of young men. They all look cozytogether, holding up their cocktails and beer bottles like they don’t have a care in the world.

Am I envious? Not on your life.

And, I should not have opened this photo with the kids hovering. “Gross. That guy has his hand on the other lady’s butt,” Ryder says, practically sneering.

“What happened to her swimsuit, Ms. Quinn? Part of it is missing.”

“Um…” That would be Jessica they’re referring to, wearing a thong bikini and making some extra friendly friends at which she excels.

Isa had said Jessica was heartbroken when Hot Doctor Oliver never called her again after their night together. I felt bad for her but, having got to know Dr. Wolfe a little, I don’t think it would’ve worked out. He seems like a very serious sort of man in some ways and very serious about keeping his relationships with women casual while Jessica… well, serious is not a word I’d connect with her at all.At least, it looks like she’s over him now.

“Some ladies wear that kind of swimsuit in really warm places.” We’ve got a private beach. They’ve not seen anyone wearing a thong down here so far.

“Why?”

“Uh… some people like them.”Especially men. Ask your dad.

“Why?”

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