Page 16 of Nanny for My Billionaire

I chuckle. “I know, sweetheart. So yeah, maybe I’ll go pick up a little something tomorrow and we’ll see how it goes.”

She grins slyly up at me. “Why put off tomorrow what you could do today?”

Suddenly I am more than willing to go with this woman on a midnight condom run. I really can’t believe I’m so lucky to have her in my life.

Chapter ten

Melissa

WhenIrealizewhatAdam had in mind, I have to make a decision, I know full well that starting something sexual with him is just going to complicate this whole mess more than ever, but it feels so wonderful, and so special, that the man could fall in love with me twice. And yes, I know it’s love. Telling myself all this time that I’d never want him in that way again has been a big, fat lie.

Sara’s right. It’s now clear to me that being with him again was what I had in mind the entire time.

We left the house about an hour ago with a big bottle of wine and plans to go to some store looking for rubbers, but before we managed to find the store, we ended up drinking the wine. Now we’re both tipsy as hell and want not only the box of goodies so we can have fun, but also another really big bottle of wine.

I have to say it’s pretty crazy, and nothing either one of us would normally do, but we’re both having such a good time, laughing and dancing and carrying on, that we don’t even realize what we must look like to other people right now.

“It’s raining!” I shout, and realize that we’ve left the truck behind somewhere and we’re now dancing through the woods. I’m not sure how or why, but in my hazy vision I realize that we’re back at the cabin. Adam’s father, Mike, had built it himself.

I don’t understand why we’re here. I don’t understand why we’re walking through the front door. Adam turns and lifts me into his arms, carrying me into the little bedroom in the back. It’s so cozy and familiar, like coming back to the last time I was happy and loved.

“Why are we here, Adam?” I ask hazily.

I realize with a start of surprise that he’s staring at me, hard. That he seems to know who I really am as the two of us stand there, right where we’d been arguing before I flew off to New York.

“I don’t understand, Missy,” he tells me. “I don’t understand what you’ve been doing.”

My heart is thundering, hard, when my eyes fly open.

I’m still in Adam’s bed at home, dreaming. It’s not wine that is plaguing me, but guilt. On the nightstand, in full view, is a twelve-pack box of condoms, which if memory serves correctly is already missing four.

“Anna? What’s wrong?” asks Adam groggily from right next to me.

“Mmm, reality trying to kick my ass, apparently,” I say, smiling. “We should get ready. Sara is probably going to bring the boys home in another hour or two. I don’t think we should still be in here when they get back, do you?”

“I’m not setting one foot out of this bed until you make love to me one more time,” Adam announces as he stretches languidly. “After all, who even knows when we’ll get to do this the next time?”

Tamping down the guilt that is still pounding in my skull, I’m fully on board with the notion of one more round of sex before I have to decide what to do. If I should come clean and tell the man the truth, confess that I want to be with him forever, and wait to see if he shoves me out the door, or if I should somehow permanently change my name to Anna and keep right on deceiving him forever.

God, I don’t even want to think anymore!

At least, not for about another hour. With a grin, I reach over to grab the box up off the table. I tug one of the condoms out before tossing the box right back where it came from, then I use my teeth to tear open the package.

Adam laughs and takes it away, pulling out the lime-green, ribbed-for-her-pleasure, mint-flavored condom and promptly rolling it on, staring at me suggestively as he does it.

“Hop on, beautiful.”

“Wow, not much for foreplay this morning, are we?” I tease him even as I climb right on and fit myself on top. As his huge cock slides in, I can feel my eyes start to roll up into my skull, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning too loud as pleasure rips its way down my spine. “Oh, yeah, that’s nice.”

“Foreplay’s all well and good, but as you said, we’re in a bit of a time crunch,” says Adam, and then he groans too. That’s about all the conversation we bother with before we start talking with our torsos instead, the pace neither fast nor slow, but perfectly teetering between the two.

“Oh! Right there!” I gasp and grind down on him some more. “Yeah, baby, that’s so good. I want to cum with you. Cum on you so hard.”

“I love it when you tell me things like that,” he says breathily. “I love a girl who’s not afraid to tell me what she wants, Anna. God, we’ve got to figure out how we can keep this up. Just one night together is never going to be enough.”

“Hush,” I scold him. “Worry about the future later. Just enjoy yourself.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Oh, yeah!”

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