Page 156 of Merciless Desires

Kissing my cheek, he says, “Not in the way. Never. Now turn around. I’ll remind you how I feel about you.”

He pulls my ass against his groin, but lifts my leg. He slides into me, deep and for a second, I don’t feel like the baby is between us. Like it’s just us.

But I just turned into his nanny, and I’m already sleeping with the boss.

CHAPTER 13

Ana

I wake up to lips on my skin, and then a gasp.

“Shit, I fell asleep.” Darragh’s panicked voice has my heart racing.

In the gray mist of the early morning, he jets around my bedroom stark naked…until he’s not.

He roughly kisses me again, and then he’s gone, the door clicking shut like a gong. I glance at the clock—5:15 a.m. I’m torn between wanting to sleep more and excited to start what is essentially my new life.

We made love in the shower last night, where we both got a little vocal. He made me come again in my bed, where he swallowed my muffled cries. After that, we both fell into a blissful sleep from sheer exhaustion.

Sophie’s schedule runs through my mind. The nanny used to arrive at seven and made her lunch. Darragh had groceries delivered last night. But I don’t know what to make her for lunch, especially since she has a serious allergy.

I push away from the bed and put clothes on, a light pair of linen pants and an oversized cotton tee with rolled sleeves. Barefoot in the hallway, I hear Darragh in his shower. I’m dying to go in there, but I can’t risk Sophie walking in on us.

I peek inside her room, and she’s sound asleep. Snoozing away in a soft darkness punctuated by a tiny lamp with a star-shaped cutout shade that projects a sea of constellations on one wall.

How will I know to buy something like that? It occurs to me I have nothing for this baby. I only have three weeks to figure it out.

One thing at a time…

I amble down the stairs and get the kettle on the stove, assuming Darragh wants tea. While the water is heating, I check out the groceries. My mouth waters at all the food. Fresh fruit, yogurts, milk, eggs, lunch meats, and cheeses. In the freezer, I find some delicious-looking frozen pizzas and packages of thick cut steaks.

The teapot whistles. I quickly move the kettle to silence it and switch the burner off. Darragh strides into the kitchen, and I go weak in the knees at how he looks dressed in a deep blue suit and crisp white dress shirt. He looks sharp, confident, and sexy as hell. He’s the same man who picked me up last Friday, but my brain was a wreck, and I couldn’t process how truly handsome he is.

Until he fed, clothed, and cared for me.

“Tea? I figured out the strainer ball.”

“Love some.”

“Victorian English Breakfast?” I grab that jar from the shelf.

“Perfect.” He goes into the refrigerator and pulls out fruit and yogurt. In moments, he has the blender cranking.

“If you tell me what’s in that smoothie, I’ll make one for you every morning.”

“You’ve got enough to worry about.” He struts to that desk in the corner and takes out the yellow legal pad. “Here’s the list I made up for Olivia in the beginning of the school year.”

“Great.” Reading the notes, I get to work making Sophie’s lunch. “I assume everything in this house is nut free.”

“Yes.” He pins me with a look that sends ice down my spine. “Please do not bring food into this house.”

I toss the knife aside. “From where? I’m still basically a prisoner. I don’t have a phone. Or a car. Or any money.” My tone turns harsh, but I wave it off. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re doing great. Let’s get through these next few weeks until the baby is born.” He kisses me on the forehead.

“What are you doing?” Sophie’s voice springs into the kitchen.

Jumping away and ignoring the question, Darragh sputters, “What are you doing up, honey?”

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