Page 43 of The Bratva Bosses' Nanny

We kiss briefly before I pull back. She smiles mischievously, and I kiss the corner of her mouth in response.

“First,” I say slowly, “you need to kick.”

Her eyes widen and she nods quickly. Nervous excitement plays across her face as she focuses on propelling herself forward with small kicks.

“That’s it,” I encourage as she feels for the water’s surface. “Move your arms like this.”

She follows my movements exactly, the buoyancy of the water and the way it almost negates the need for leg strength making it easy for her to follow. She kicks strongly, and her armsfind a natural rhythm. She doesn’t startle at all when she loses her grip on my shoulders and drifts a few feet away from me.

“Let yourself float,” I suggest.

Her eyes dart around nervously, and I bite my lip, watching her.

She’s so afraid of letting go, so afraid of losing control. I wonder what it would take to make her trust me completely, to let go of the fear and sink into pleasure.

“Emma,” I call out softly, beckoning her back towards me with a wave of my hand. “Come here.”

She paddles towards me, the effort of keeping herself afloat apparent on her face. Her body moves in the water with a sensuality that makes me ache.

I take her hand and guide her closer to me. “Now, let me show you something else,” I say, pushing gently against her arm until she’s on her back, floating in the water.

Her hair fans out behind her like a halo, and she looks up at me with an open curiosity. The way she trusts me with her safety is a heady feeling, making my blood run hot.

“Put your arms out like this,” I instruct, demonstrating the correct position.

She follows along obligingly, her movements slow and hesitant. “I feel silly,” she admits.

“Don’t be,” I assure her. “This is the most important thing to learn when it comes to swimming.”

I move closer to her, easing myself under her legs. She gasps as I lift her up slightly, my hands cradling the back of her thighs. Slowly, deliberately, I pull myself forward, positioningmyself under her hips. I handle the position with ease, the water supporting her body weight and mine.

I can feel the quickening of her breath, but she doesn’t frighten away. Instead, she’s watching me intently. To any outside observer everything looks completely innocent – we’re floating in water as I support her positioned correctly in the pool.

Emma, though, knows exactly how we look together – her legs wrapped around my waist and my hands on either side of her hips to hold me in position.

She knows that, although it seems incredibly innocent, my growing erection is nestled against the heat between her legs.

“You’re doing fantastic so far,” I say against her collarbone. I drop my eyes to where her breasts are exposed in the deep V of her swimsuit, and I reach to readjust myself.

I move one hand to the front of her suit, tracing a finger over the lacy trim at the top of her bra. Emma’s breath hitches as my hand presses against her, and I know what she needs without any further explanation.

“Let’s take a quick break,” I suggest, noticing the slight drop in her shoulders at the words. She’s getting the hang of it, and I can tell she’s enjoying herself despite the initial resistance. I love teasing her like this.

She nods, though the glint of disappointment in her eyes doesn’t escape me. As she makes her way to the pool edge, I hoist myself out of the water, grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.

“I’ll be right back,” I assure her, sensing her gaze on my back as I head over to where my phone lies buzzing insistentlyon a nearby table. The screen is lit up with notifications—a stream of updates from my team—and I know it can’t wait.

I swipe the phone off the table, my fingers working quickly to unlock it.

“We’ve tracked the phone down. It’s leading to Madden’s beauty salon.”

Chapter 17: Farewell

Emma

Aleksandr’s grip on my arm is firm, almost urgent as he guides me away from the pool and back towards the house. I stumble slightly on the wet tiles, unprepared for the sudden change in pace.

“What are you doing, Alex?” I ask, trying to keep up with his long strides.

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