Page 33 of Nanny for My Billionaire

Adam takes my hand and brings my ring up to his lips, giving it a playful yet loving kiss. I gasp softly when he takes the finger into his mouth and sucks, then casts me a hopeful grin.

“Oh, is that what you’re after?” I query, stifling a giggle. “If that’s all you want, we could probably get away with that right here.”

“Baby, we bought those condoms and now we don’t even need them after all,” he points out. “Do you really think I’m going to take a pass on the full meal deal?”

Now I laugh outright. “Will they sleep that long?”

“I sure hope so,” he replies, using the hand he’s still holding to tug me toward the stairs. I go willingly with him to our bedroom.

Who needs to get fully naked when they only need to uncover certain parts? Not us, it seems. I think whoever invented the opening in men’s underwear wasn’t only considering how much easier it would make it for a guy to pee—it’s just way too convenient, if you ask me.

I tug Adam’s dick through the hole, and it’s throbbing and hard. I drop to my knees and fit it right into my mouth, savoring the smooth skin and the large veins underneath it. I feel the pounding of his pulse quicken against my lips and tongue, and I moan softly as my eyes roll backwards and my lids flutter shut.

Good! So damn good!

Adam’s voice is husky as he whispers his encouragement. “Yeah, Missy, just like that! You’re so beautiful from this angle. Just thought you should know that.”

I try not to giggle as I continue to move against him. I wrap my hand a little tighter around his shaft, and shove the other one inside his pants so I can play with his balls.

“Mmm, don’t make me cum like this, sweetheart,” he says finally. “I want to be in your gorgeous pussy first.”

He moves away, encouraging me to my feet, and as soon as I’m standing, he unbuttons the fly on my jeans. I have a fleeting thought that I won’t be able to wear jeans for a while once I’ve started to show, but I cast it aside in favor of remaining focused on the present moment. Said jeans are now pooling tightly around my ankles. I have to catch the bottom of a leg with my foot before I can pull it out.

After freeing just one leg from imprisonment, I let Adam press me back onto the bed. I moan softly as he runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh as he blazes a trail of wet kisses all the way up to my core, and then he dives in for a quick snack.

He manages to work an orgasm out of me in less than two minutes. I have both hands covering my mouth so my sighs and moans won’t reach any little ears down the hall.

Adam doesn’t wait for me to calm down before he plunges his dick deep inside me, and he tries to move in me without making the bed squeak or pound against the wall. It helps that I’m laid on the center of the bed with my legs hanging off the side rather than with my head among the pillows.

It’s quick and dirty, and when I cum this time, I take Adam right along with me. He cums so hard, he can’t hold back a healthy roar. It leaves us both giggling as we rush into the bathroom to each grab a towel.

“You know, babe, we’re going to have to schedule these little moments better,” Adam whispers against my ear as I look back at him in the mirror. “I seriously can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I nod. “Once we’ve figured out this whole Vitto thing, we should be able to do better. Oh my God, that reminds me! Megan just texted me earlier to say she’s going on a date with that guy.”

“What?” he gasped. “Is she crazy? We don’t know anything about him.”

I snort softly as I pull my underwear and pants back into place. “I know, right. She’s trying to say she’s going just so she can pump him for information. Somehow, I don’t think information’s really what she’s planning on pumping him for.”

Adam smirks as he fixes his own clothes. “Well, if she’s anything like her sister—”

“Shut up,” I grumble. “This is serious, you know. I just hope that guy turns out to be legit. Have you heard back from your cop friend yet?”

“Not yet,” he says, shrugging. “But maybe now might be a good time to give her another call.”

The sounds of little feet hitting the hallway reach my ears. “Great, you do that while I start the boys on some homework. I don’t want them to get any ideas about not learning just because they didn’t go to school.”

Chapter twenty-one

Adam

WhenIcallMargie,she tells me that she hasn’t been able to find any details on a Vitto Benzo anywhere, good or bad. She suspects that the man gave a false name, or that perhaps he is some sort of secret agent who exists under the radar. That doesn’t exactly instill a lot of confidence in me, and my own worries for Megan’s safety begin to ratchet up a bit.

I go to work with a heavy heart, wondering what kind of a mess my future sister-in-law might be getting herself into. I know that Melissa is even more worried as she stays at home going through the nightly ritual with the boys. I know how I would feel about it if Sara was putting herself in potential danger, but at least I still have both my parents, whereas Megan is all Miss has left of her family. It has to be a worry.

Since Megan and I aren’t overly close, I doubt that giving her a call to share what I’ve learned about Vitto is going to stop her from going, so I bottle it all up and choose not to tell anyone else what I’ve learned until I can dig a little deeper. If anyone deserves a call from me, it’s Vitto himself.

Unfortunately, he is not answering.

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