Page 9 of Nanny for My Billionaire

Although in truth, I’m still so horny after four days of enduring my reactions to Anna Thatcher that I decide to take off the boxers too. Lifting my butt, I tug them off, releasing my hard dick from its confinement.

Before Anna came along, my go-to fantasy girl for taking my dick in hand has always been Missy, ever since that fateful day three years ago. In all that time, I hadn’t bothered with another woman, but not because I wasn’t interested in the idea of having another one in my life. It had been more that she’d crawled straight into my heart, and I’d never been able to let go of her.

Now, though? Now, all I can see is Anna. Somehow, she has crept into my dreams, sponged away my self-loathing over the way I treated poor Missy three years ago, and washed away my feelings of self-doubt that built up not just because of what happened with her, but also thanks to everything that I’d experienced with Gena.

I know it’s crazy to think of an employee like that, but there is just something about Anna. She is the whole package. Smart, funny, sexy. So very much like Melissa, but without any of the baggage that would have come with taking up with my sister’s friend. And yes, I suppose there are many similarities between Anna and Missy other than the sass. Still, right this minute I am not too keen on comparing notes, and a lot more keen on enjoying myself.

I circle my shaft with a hand and give it a bit of a squeeze, groaning softly until I remind myself that there is no one around to hear me, and if I want to, I can be as loud as I like. Not that I will, of course. I’m a lot more physical than I am vocal.

Still, as I begin to rub one out, I do make a few grunts and groans as I think up a scenario or two in which my hand is replaced by Anna’s. Apparently, focusing on her hands seems to do it for me. I’m not even sure I’ve allowed myself to look closely at her hands, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think of what they could do to me if she was in my bed right now.

I start trying to visualize her naked, under me, and snicker when I allow myself to suspect her hair down there won’t be the same color as the one she’s chosen for the hair on her head. The red looks great on her, but I suspect it isn’t real. So, what will she be instead? Blonde? Brunette? Probably not black, since it would be difficult to color black hair red.

I catch myself pretending to be her stylist. We’re at the hair salon, turning her hair red. She’s wearing one of those caps, and the colorant is dripping along the side of her face and gets all over her top. I apologize and say if she takes it off maybe I can get the stain out.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, I rub a bit harder as I get into that fantasy, and before I know it, I have an actual mess to clean. My orgasm feels so good, though, I’m not so sure it’s the only one I’ll be giving myself tonight.

After all, I’ve got quite a lot of frustration pent up, and I don’t see any sort of end in sight as long as Anna Thatcher is around.

Chapter six

Melissa

Ihavetoadmit,it’s great to spend a bit of time back in my childhood home, if only for a day or so. The familiar comfort of my own bed is soothing, and so is knowing that I won’t make a mistake that might reveal I’m pretending to be some nanny named Anna Thatcher. Here, I can simply be myself.

The girls were a bit baffled when a strange redhead arrived. I hadn’t told them how much different I looked compared to my old, usual self, so when I first walked through the door, they both stared at me like I was some weirdo barging into their domicile, but when understanding dawned and they both flew over to give me hugs, it was almost comical.

“Oh my God, Miss, your hair is great,” Megan tells me as she steps back to look me over. “Wow, now I get why Adam didn’t recognize you. You’re my own sister, and I wouldn’t have had a clue. Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh by impersonating another nanny just because he didn’t realize who you were, if even your own sister wouldn’t have even recognized you?”

I blush, hard. “You’re right, Sis, I am. I’m being a royal bitch, to tell the truth. But after this long I just feel fully committed, especially since I intercepted a call from the real nanny and told her the position had already been filled.”

“You did what?” Sara gasped. “Girl, do I even know you?”

“You didn’t even say anything about my eyes. You know they are a dark brown. I didn’t want to do a color, but they sent me the wrong contacts and I figured I’d use them. Check it out! Look!”

Sara gasped again. “I knew it had to be more than the hair! You really don’t look like your old self at all!”

I laugh. “Truth? I can’t even figure out if I recognize myself. I mean, obviously I knew about the hair and all that, but this behavior? It feels like I’ve been invaded by something completely foreign, and I can’t tell if it’s a benevolent being or some sort of crazy little green monster. But the one thing I know for sure, those boys seem to love me. At least, they haven’t tried to run me off like they did my predecessors.”

Sara smirks. “They’re biding their time until they’ve figured out what buttons to push. You can bank on that. Remember, I’ve had plenty of time to get to know the little dears.”

“That’s good, because I’ve been pretty convinced the two of them are inhumanly sweet so far,” I say, chuckling. “I was starting to miss the abuse I got from the other three.”

“You must miss those kids,” Megan says sympathetically. “It’s got to be strange for you to care for one set of three children for three whole years, and then get saddled with a much younger set once you’re done with school and ready to come home and start thinking about your business options.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking of just offering independent database services,” I tell her. “If I create a business like that, it doesn’t even need to be local. I could easily put the whole thing online and get work I could do from home, an office, or anywhere else I might like.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” she agrees. “And then you could hire a few people to help do the inputting.”

“I’d hire you if you wanted to do some,” I offer.

“No, that job seems too sedentary,” she says. “Besides, I kind of like working as a waitress in a small café. There’s not a whole lot of stress, and I get great tips from most people.”

“And there’s no way I’m going to stop being a dental hygienist,” Sara adds, grinning. “Not after all the schooling and training I had to do for that career.”

I nod. “I totally understand. Anyway, I mostly think I could just do all the entry myself when I’m first starting out, and worry about adding other people once I’ve got myself established.”

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