Page 22 of Nanny for My Billionaire

I lift my hands, gently fitting them around her throat, pretending to squeeze just enough to tease. With them still like that, I drag her in for a kiss. The one I’ve been craving all morning. And the thing about giving in to a craving is, it can be pretty intense. All those promises about keeping things PG while the housekeeper is around fly right out the window as soon as Miss opens her mouth and let’s my tongue get a taste of hers.

“Shouldn’t be doing this,” I remind her. “Boys might wake up and come down. Hilda might come in to dust. We should be calling your uncle right now—”

“I know,” she gasps, but neither of us stop. If anything, our bodies grip even tighter at the thought. I need her like I need air. There’s nothing I like better than the taste of her, and I know there never will be.

I let go of her throat and guide her backwards until her legs bump the kitchen table. Like a good girl, she settles her sweet ass on it and opens her legs so I can fit my pelvis to hers. I groan softly and bite at her bottom lip, and she shivers slightly, so I know she really likes it. I think it might be the danger of discovery that’s turning her on.

Works for me, too.

I practically rip off my shirt and toss it onto one of the dining chairs, only stopping the kisses long enough to unbutton her blouse just a little. I know I can’t undress her in the kitchen, as much as I might want to. Not in the middle of the day while Hilda and the kids are all here.

I bury my face in her cleavage, my hands cupping her boobs to bring them together, and I leave a few playful kisses that make us both giggle.

“God, I want to fuck you, Melissa,” I tell her.

“Your office is right down the hall,” she reminds me sweetly. “Didn’t we have a couple of files we needed to go over?”

“Clever girl,” I say, moving away so she can jet to the room in question. I grab my shirt and bring it along—leaving no evidence of what was just going on. When I get in there, Miss has already removed her own shirt and is just arranging herself on the love seat. She casts me an inviting look as I lock the door, just in case.

“C’mere,” she says breathlessly, but I shake my head at her and toss my shirt into her face.

“Not there,” I say, and I step over to the desk, shoving everything, including the keyboard, onto the floor. “Right here, babe, but not until you’re naked first.”

She stifles a giggle as she sheds her clothes. “Now we really will have a file to work on.”

“Shut up,” I grumble. “Get over here.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, and she saunters over and plants her delectable ass right where the keyboard was moments before. Then she strikes a pose, her legs and arms spread wide and her breasts jutting out. Her grin is at its most wicked as she adds, “Do with me what you will.”

As we devour each other’s faces, she unbuckles my belt and unbuttons and unzips my fly. I realize I’ve forgotten to get rid of my own clothes because I was so busy watching her, but instead of shedding the pants, I just watch as she reaches in and pulls free my rock-hard dick. It feels like slow motion as she slides to the floor, her mouth opening to take a taste.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s good—for a start,” I say, my tone somewhere between teasing and ecstatic. I think it’s closer to ecstatic. “But we don’t have time for that right now. I want to be inside you, and they aren’t going to be out there forever.” I pull her back up, onto the desk.

“I should make you wait till later,” she says wickedly, but when I grab my dick and guide it, she uses her legs to pull me close. “Oh God, Adam. I want this! I want you so bad!”

She’s so wet for me when I enter her that her walls start closing around me right away. We move together quickly, over and over, and it’s so good I can’t hold back a loud moan that makes both of us wince. But I’m thinking this might just be a now or never deal, so instead of holding back I decide to go for the gusto.

Miss holds her hands over her mouth so her own sounds don’t get out. I clamp my jaws closed and suck in air through my nose, pounding into her sweet pussy until I explode. Her nails are biting into my hips so hard as I lean into her that I think they might have drawn blood.

I don’t really care.

We stay like that, panting hard, for just a few minutes before we put back on what’s off and right our clothes, and go back to business as usual.

Chapter fourteen

Melissa

Iamsuchanidiot. What is it about Adam that makes me do such crazy things anyway? Not one day ago, after the best sex I’d ever had in my life, including back when we were in that cabin, he threw me out and I vowed never to touch the man again, and then today I just up and pounce? What is even going on with me?

Well, first, if that’s how this is all going to play out, I should probably get my butt to the doctor for some birth control since it has been so long since I needed any that I’ve let my shots lapse. As in, hadn’t gotten any in at least two years. So yeah, there’s not even a snowball’s chance in hell that I am not fertile, and I just up and went for it with him without using any protection. What a brilliant idea that was.

Sure, I admit it. The guy makes me so hot I can’t stand myself. But do I really want to start a new family with him when I’m not even sure if we’re going tobea family? The timing is just not right, no matter how much I’d love to actually give birth to a child.

I make an appointment at the clinic, and then I give my uncle a call to ask him for some help with the whole Gena issue. Adam has taken my advice and gone to the courthouse to file a temporary restraining order against Gena, and I direct Ben to go to the courthouse to speak with him. That way we can make sure that the proper paperwork has been filed to prevent her from trying anything shady.

As I told Adam, and also my uncle, I’d be more apt to watch for her to make a move once her role in the movie is over, because until then she’s not going to want to have two small children in her care while she’s also trying to work. Sure, she could hire a nanny for them, but Gena doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would do that.

The truth is, even if she hadn’t abandoned them, she probably wasn’t the best parent for those boys. They needed a stable place to live, and as an actor Gena would be constantly moving from place to place, not to mention she would rarely be the one who took the time to nurture them. She would be constantly handing them off to other people to raise, rather than bothering to do the parenting thing herself.

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