Page 30 of Nanny for the Silver Fox

Halfway through our meal, the oven timer goes off, and he goes to the kitchen.

Ivan has cooked dessert.

I can smell the rich and sweet aroma of caramel and cinnamon. My mouth begins to water as Ivan returns to the dining room.

"You look hungry."

I flush. "What did you pull from the oven? It smells heavenly."

He sits. "I wanted to make a dessert to go with our meal, so I made my famous Caramel Apple Cake. Did you leave room for dessert?" He leans forward. "I did, but not for the dessert in the kitchen."

There he goes again with his playboy charm. My breath catches in my throat. I can feel the heat rising between us, and I'm left speechless.

"Tell me about your new job in New York."

Happy about the subject change, I say, "As you know, I'm a recent college grad, and I was blessed to get a job with a top marketing firm in the city. I know it will be challenging, but I'm ready to learn." I take a sip of my wine and smile.

"You'll do great." His eyes lock on mine, and I feel the electricity between us. "I'm sure you're good at everything you do."

We spend the rest of the meal talking about my new job and events happening in the city. Once the dishes are cleared, Ivan brings the cake to the table. He cuts a piece and passes it to me. I take a bite and moan. The tart apple slices are perfectly complemented by the sweetness of caramel and topped off with a generous sprinkle of cinnamon sugar.

He gives me one of his signature grins. "I assume you like it."

"It's delicious. I take another bite and savour the flavor. You're quite the chef."

"I'm glad you like tasting it." He takes a bite of cake. "There are so many things I want to taste but haven't." He runs his hand through his hair, and I feel my stomach flip.

I finish my dessert and stand. "Thank you for the wonderful meal." My legs are shaky. "I should get to bed."

He looks at his watch. "It's early." He rises and walks toward me.

"Yeah well, uh…we’ve got an early morning so…." My voice is pitched and squeaky.

He runs his finger along my jawline. "You have a bit of caramel on your lip."

I close my eyes and let out a soft moan as our lips touch. His lips are gentle but hungry, and I can feel his tongue pressing against mine. I part my mouth and feel its warmth as it entwines with mine, exploring and tasting me. His arms wrap around my waist and draw me close to him. I can feel the heat between us, our chests heaving as we take in each other's air.

Our kiss grows passionate and intense, his hands running through my hair. I can taste the sweet caramel on his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Our kiss doesn't break as he grips my hips and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the couch.

His hands grip the waistband of my shorts, and he slides them off. I don’t care. I want to feel him all over me. Our kiss breaks, and I pull his shirt off of his chest and toss it to the floor.

“Cassidy,” he says in a husky whisper as he kisses my neck and lays me flat on the couch. “I want to taste you.”

All I can do is nod. My body is trembling with need as he removes my panties. I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m fully grateful for the full Brazilian wax I got before vacation.

He plants soft kisses on my inner thigh and makes his way toward my wet opening. The first lick of his tongue causes me to cry out. No man has done this to me before. I can feel his warm breath against my skin. His tongue feels like velvet as he circles my folds, sending a wave of pleasure that courses through me. I moan and rock my body against his tongue, wanting more.

“Ivan,” I moan.

He licks, nibbles, and gently rubs me with his tongue.

“Your pussy tastes so good,” he groans.

He palms my thighs spreading me wider as he drags his tongue between my wet folds. My back arches into him begging for more. He gently sucks the delicate bundle of nerves at my opening and slides two thick fingers inside me.

I moan with pleasure even louder.

Keeping his fingers inside of me as deep as they could go, he curls them up and down as his tongue continues to massage my clit. He carries on in rhythmic motion as the multiple sensations send sparks of electricity climbing up my every nerve. I grip his back and let my legs fall as far apart as they can, allowing him to feast on the moist flesh between my legs. Moaning in delight, my body tightens around him as for the first time I ride the waves of an orgasm thrashing uncontrollably until my body goes limp.

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