Page 42 of The Bratva Bosses' Nanny

She snatches the suit from my hand, examining it with a skeptical eye. “And you just happened to bring the smallest one?”

“It looked about right,” I say, the smirk back in place.

She rolls her eyes but the corner of her mouth twitches, betraying her amusement. “Now turn around.”

I comply with a half-turn, giving her the illusion of privacy in the vastness of her room. The sounds of fabric stretching, and faint rustling tell me she’s wrestling with the swimsuit.

“Need any help?” I smirk.

Her response comes quick, a little breathless. “N-no. No, I’m good.”

“Sure?”

There’s a pause, a moment that stretches out, filled with her quiet cursing and the continuous rustling of fabric. Then, finally, “I’m ready.”

I turn back around, and any quip I had ready dissolves into the air. The swimsuit, a size too small, hugs her in ways that make my mouth go dry.

I bite my lip as she approaches, taking in every curve and line of her body. “Damn,” I breathe out, unable to help myself.

The material of the suit practically glows against her skin. She turns to show me the back and I can’t resist tracing the seam that runs down the middle. She turns again to face me

“Feeling a little too snug?” I ask, amusement lacing my voice.

Her smile turns into a pout. “Maybe Henry picked out the wrong size.”

I chuckle, running my hand down her arm. “Or maybe he picked out the perfect size.”

“Is that right?”

I move even closer to her until our bodies are almost touching. “Oh yeah,” I reply, my voice low and husky.

Without another word, I take Emma’s hand and lead her towards the pool. The cool morning air bites at her exposed skin, and I can see her shivering from where I stand at the pool’s edge. I dive in without hesitation, the water’s warm.

As I surface, water sluicing from my hair and shoulders, I look back at her.

“Come on. You’ll get warm. It’s heated,” I call out.

She nods, apprehension and determination mingling on her face. “Okay.” Her voice trails off as she grips the ladder tightly, inch by inch lowering herself into the warmth of the pool.

The water envelops her slowly, and I can tell the moment the heat begins to seep into her, easing the tremors that shook her moments before. She releases the breath she seems to have been holding, and it mingles with the steam rising from the water’s surface.

I swim towards her, my eyes taking in the way the water clings to her curves and caresses her skin. Her swimsuit has become even more revealing in the water, and I can’t help but let my gaze trail down her body. She catches me staring, and a flush creeps up her neck.

“What?” she asks, sounding annoyed but amused at the same time.

I make my way closer to her until our faces are inches apart. “You look incredible,” I whisper into her ear.

She shivers again, but this time it’s not from the cold. Our bodies are pressed so close together I can feel the heat emanating from her skin. I run my hands up her sides, admiringhow the water has turned her skin into a smooth blanket. She tilts her head, giving me better access to her neck.

The temptation is too much to resist, and I kiss my way from the curve of her jaw to where the pulse beats rapidly at the base of her throat. Her head falls back even further as a moan escapes her lips.

I’m tired of moving so carefully around her, careful never to take things one step too far and scare her off. Pushing back the guilt that momentarily grips me, I pull myself closer to her body, drawn as though there were an invisible string between us.

My thigh slides up her leg and my hands slide down to her waist, fingers gripping the stretchy fabric. “Let’s take it slow. I’ll enjoy teaching you.” I whisper in her ear.

“W-what should I do first?” she mouths out. Her face is flushed and red. God, she’s so innocent, it’s driving me wild.

I can feel her hands on my shoulders supporting herself. She presses her chest against me, and her lips press to my cheek. Then, she kisses a trail down my jaw, following my jawline until her lips find mine.

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