Page 26 of Nanny for the Bossy Billionaire

I need much more friction than our current position will allow for. So I get back up to my feet, scooping Naomi with me as I go. She catches on fast because her arms returned to where they were around my neck, but this time her legs wind around my waist.

I walk us up to a wall and slam her back into it. We disconnect with an oomph.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I gaze down on her kiss-plump lips.

She doesn’t say anything but nods frantically. Her hands go into my hair and she tugs me back to her. She is so rough with me that it’s spurs me on.

With one hand bracing her ass against the wall, I use my other to grab the front of her tank top and rip it from her body. The material comes away without much effort and she gasps.

I pull away from her mouth and lean down. I take one of her nipples into my mouth while I tweak the other with eager fingers.

Naomi is coming apart on and around me. She’s everywhere. I am overcome with Naomi.

I want to see just how wanton she is. So I release her nipple with a pop and gaze down at her.

Something about the visual of how undone she looks snaps me back into reality.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say.

It takes a moment, but Naomi blinks a couple of times and then sobers. “What?”

I take a step back and lower her back to the ground. “I let myself get carried away. That was wrong of me. I am your boss. This is inappropriate. It won’t happen again.”

She opens her mouth as if to argue, but ultimately doesn’t.

She bends down, grabs her torn shirt off the floor and uses her arms to shield her breasts from me as she runs from the room.

Fuck!

What the fuck was I thinking?

Not only did I allow myself get carried away and do something so incredibly stupid, but in the process, I embarrassed Naomi.

I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up tomorrow and she’d packed her things and fled the scene.

I slowly sit down on the couch. My gaze moves upward and I stare blankly at the wall I was just holding her against.

I don’t know how I’m going to salvage this situation.

At the same time, I also don’t know how the fuck I let that moment slip through my fingertips.

One of the reasons I stopped was because Ethan loves her and I didn’t want to jeopardize that. What good was all that effort if she ends up quitting anyway because of how I put on the brakes?

In this moment I am realizing, I want her around.

Ineedher around.

Perhaps if I were a wiser man I would want her gone. Encourage it even, to avoid the complication.

However, as it would turn out, I’m a stupid, stupid man.

I have to fix this.

Not tonight though. She needs time to lick her wounds.

But tomorrow, damage control.

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