Page 15 of Nanny for My Billionaire

I say this in a way that Alison can hear it, and she casts me an annoyed look through the door as she steps past carrying a big bowl with various salad ingredients and sets it on the counter.

“Just remember that if I did screw something up tonight, it mightnotbe accidental,sir,”she comments with just the right amount of snark.

“Dude,” Anna giggles. “You letallyour employees give you shit? And here I thought I was special.”

I set my hand at the small of her back and guide her toward the door, leaning toward her ear to whisper, “You are special, all right? Just don’t let it go to your head.”

“Right. Bet you say that to all the girls.”

I laugh. “Not even close.”

This lively banter continues for the ride home, and even as we walk through the door from the garage into the kitchen together. By now I’ve got the hard-on from hell, and I have no way to hide the fact from her.

But as I close the door, and I see that she is glancing down at the thing, I do something crazy and catch hold of her arms, drawing her a little closer.

“Anna, I’m not going to lie here, the idea of being in the house alone with you is really turning me on,” I say. “So, if you don’t want things to escalate, you should probably head straight for your bedroom right now, or I’m going to do something really stupid.”

She laughs at me. “Who says it would be stupid? Who says you’re the only person in this room who is really turned on right now?”

I let out a little gasping moan sort of sound, and next thing I know our lips are locked together. The passion between us is so intense my heartbeat goes into overdrive, and I miss the little hook while trying to put away the truck keys, opting to simply leave them on the floor in favor of picking her straight up and carrying her toward the stairs.

Anna wraps her legs around my hips, and her arms around my neck, as the kissing continues. There’s something so familiar about it that somewhere at the back of my brain I’m convinced that we’ve done this maneuver once before, even though I know that’s not possible.

I’ve got her upstairs and into my bedroom in record time, and now I’m practically ripping off my clothes, and so is she, though she’s giggling about it the whole time. I laugh right along with her, like this is possibly the happiest moment I’ve had in ages.

It probably is, really. I haven’t been this happy since Melissa and I were together. But she’s the last person I want to be thinking about while I’m trying to start something with another woman.

And it’s weird how familiar Anna feels. I can’t figure it out, but she keeps doing little things that remind me of Missy. Like the way she is watching me watching her, her eyes intense with longing, unable to just look at my eyes when my cock is in full view, and she finally gives up the battle, drinking me in rather than resisting the urge.

“You want that?” I ask her, my tone husky as I reach for it, grasp it, aim the thing right at her and give it a pump or two.

“Oh, yeah,” she agrees, her own tone huskier still. “Why don’t you let me help you? I may just know a few things about getting you off that you can’t pull off by yourself.”

I snicker, saying, “Yeah? I’ll just bet you do. Like what?”

She grins slyly, then runs her tongue over her lips to get them wet. I’m not about to ignore that kind of an invitation, so I step closer and stand there while she gets into a kitty pose and slinks her way over to the edge of the bed, then purrs as she runs her tongue over the tip of my dick. She gets into a more comfortable, seated stance before she fists it and proceeds to go down on me.

And damn, does she know how to go down! Her hand, mouth, and tongue are perfectly in sync as she works her magic. It’s good—too good. My mind goes to complete mush as the gentle torture continues.

When I cum, I try to warn her, but she doesn’t care. She wants to wear it, and won’t let me move away from her.

“Such a good girl,” I tell her, grinning. “Now it’s your turn, but you’re not allowed to cum until I tell you. Now lie down on your back right there on the edge. Put your pretty feet up onto my shoulders.”

“Oh, God,” she groans softly, but she obeys anyway. I settle my knees onto a pillow on the floor, then settle my face right between her thighs. When I taste her, she’s already so damn wet for me. So hot. I bury myself in my work, and it’s good. So good, I wish I could stay right there forever.

“Just like that, baby,” she instructs me. “Do it a little rougher. Yeah, that’s perfect. Now come on, tear that thing up, Adam. I want to cum hard!”

Those words somehow click in my head, making me think of Melissa another time. I force my brain not to go there, but somehow, she remains at the back of my mind, and I find myself comparing the two women. The trouble is, even their taste is too similar. I almost wonder if I’m dreaming this whole thing, and my brain is somehow blending it all together.

I do my best to ignore my strange thoughts and manage to concentrate on the job at hand. Maybe it helps that Anna is cuming, hard, all over my face, just like she asked. I’m more than ready to bury myself in deep, but the last thing I want to do is get her pregnant, and it’s been so long since I bothered with anything sexual that I sure don’t have a condom.

“We have to stop,” I say regretfully. “I don’t have anything.”

“God,” she groans. “Neither do I. But I—God, couldn’t we just play around a little? I’d trust you to know when to stop.”

I shake my head at her. “No, baby, not this time. If this isn’t just for the one time, we could always buy something so it’s ready for…well, you know, whatever we might think of.”

“We—this is crazy,” she stammers softly. “You know that, right? This is not a good idea for us.”

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