Page 31 of Nanny for the Silver Fox

He kisses my thighs once more and stands up. The bulge in his pants is big enough to rip the seams. He looks at me, and I know Ivan will be my first. I want him too badly.

My phone rings, cutting through the lust fogging my mind. It is the ringtone I have for Nina.

“Oh, it’s Nina.” I jump to my feet on shaky legs and scramble for my phone. “Hello,” I answer breathlessly.

"Mario is going to be okay." I can hear the tiredness in her voice. "It was scary, but we made it through the worst."

I smile and look at Ivan. "He's going to be okay."

Relief washes over his face.

"We're you just out running?" Nina asks.

"No, I'm..." I can't think of an explanation for why I'm out of breath, so I ask a question about the surgery.

We talk for a few minutes. When the conversation is finished, I look at Ivan and still want him, but I have a better hold on my senses.

"I think it's best if we don't take this any further." I retrieve my clothes from the floor and slip them on. "This was a mistake."

"Did it feel like a mistake to you?"

"No,” I admit, “but it can't happen again. You cannot tell my dad about any of this."

"Honey, I'm not likely to tell your father what I just did to you."

Warmth creeps up my neck. "I'll see you in New York."

He nods. "I've spoken with Antonio and arranged for your things to be delivered to the penthouse."

"You could have talked to me about that."

He cocks his head to the side. "It's hard to do that when you have basically ignored me most of the day."

"Whatever." I turn around and leave the room.

I head to my bedroom, and a strange combination of feelings is swirling inside me. I should be ashamed of myself for what happened between Ivan and me, but I don’t regret it.

I can only hope that he doesn't, either.

10

Little Brother

Ivan

Try as I might, I cannot put what happened at the beach house out of my mind. I can still taste Cassidy’s sweet pussy on my lips, and I want nothing more than to taste her again. I groan in frustration.

I'm a shit friend. I have been putting on a show for her father, Antonio. I play the devoted best friend, but in my mind, I'm wondering what it would be like to take things further with Cassidy. I should have put all of this behind me when I found out she was his daughter.

Today is the day Cassidy arrives, and Antonio is coming with her. I want to be a better friend, but I don't know if my heart and body will comply.

I frown and look out the window of my New York penthouse and watch the evening street below.

I watch as the sun sets, casting an orange and pink hue on the skyscrapers across the street. There is no way I could stay in a building where I can hear everything happening in the street below. From my place, all street noise is muted.

My penthouse is not in a high-rise building. I prefer a mid-rise luxury building. My home is on the eighth floor of the building and takes up the entire floor. The fewer people in the building, the better.

I pour a glass of bourbon and step out onto the balcony. The sound of traffic amplifies, but it is still relatively peaceful. I can smell a hint of exhaust from the cars. People are walking around, but I can't hear what they are saying from my vantage point.

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