Page 52 of Nanny for the Doctor

Reed’s eyes sparkle with delicious mischief, and I can’t wait to see what trouble we can get into now that we’ll have the entire space to ourselves. No kids, no brothers, and no interruptions.

“So, does that mean we can take some of this food downstairs? Every bite has been incredibly good, and I don’t want to leave behind a single crumb.”

A chuckle makes Reed’s smile stretch wider, and goddamn, is he gorgeous when he laughs. It’s the best thing I’ve seen him wear, and the suit is impeccable.

“Of course, I’m sure they’ll give us something to take it in. Do you think there’s room for dessert?’

He leans forward in his chair, his elbows resting on the table as he eyes me. I mimic the posture, allowing my cleavage to press against the tight fabric of my dress.

Reed’s eyes dip lower, and I run my fingers across the thin strap. “I do love sweets. What did you have in mind?”

Reaching across the table, Reed’s fingers intertwine with mine, and his gaze flicks between my eyes and the thin fabric keeping me hidden.

“They have a delicious chocolate mousse. It has marshmallow meringue and toasted almonds.”

I lean onto my hand, my face moving closer to his, and smile. “Perfect.”

The single dessert arrives with two spoons meant for sharing, and Reed offers the first bite to me. The decadent flavors are rich and creamy, the smoky marshmallow taste reminding me of smores but so much better.

“You’ve got a little chocolate on your lip.” Reed gestures to my mouth.

I lick my lips slowly, egging on the building tension that has my core burning in the best way. With a smile, I playfully lean forward, gesturing to my lips.

“Did I get it?”

Reed’s hand goes to my face, his thumb dragging across my bottom lip. His gaze pierces me, pinning me in place, pulling me in, and leaving my breath short.

“Looks like. Is it good?”

He’s still holding my chin, and I nod. “Amazing. But I don’t think I’m quite satisfied.”

“Still hungry for something sweet?” Reed’s eyes flick to my mouth.

“No. I think I want something,” I whisper, leaning to his ear, “hot. Take off all your clothes hot.”

The server arrives with our boxes just in time to see Reed quickly help me out of my chair.

“The food was excellent, Claude. Would you charge it to room 1436, please?”

The server nods. “Of course, Monsieur. So glad you enjoyed your meal. We look forward to seeing you again.”

With that, we practically sprint through the restaurant for the guest elevators, and I’m only slightly sad we had to leave that fantastic dessert on the table.

As we hop into the lift, we're blissfully alone in the gleaming metal carriage, and Reed pulls me to his chest, crashing his lips to mine. His tongue darts between my lips, exploring and tasting.

His hands roam over my body, finding the slit in my skirt and reaching around to take a handful of my ass. It’s then Reed notices this dress has some very wicked undergarment requirements.

“You’re not wearing anything under here, Lil Bit.”

Reed’s fingers ghost over my slit, and I stifle a whimper.

“You are a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

Answering him is an exercise in futility because Reed’s fingers continue their assault as his mouth finds my throat, pressing kisses and gentle bites into my flesh.

“I couldn’t. Everything showed, even a thong.”

A low growl rumbles through him as Reed’s lips move down the front of my chest, finding my nipple through the fabric.

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