Page 32 of Nanny's Mate

Beatriz recoiled, leaning back against the couch and pulling the blanket up to her chin. She concealed the smile that tickled along the sides of her mouth.

“Don’t call me out like that,” she whispered beneath the blanket.

Mike chuckled, a low rumbling akin to the thunder overhead. He returned to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle, crossed his arms, and leaned against the threshold.

Beatriz blushed crimson at the sight of his thick arms and those powerful, veiny hands. The ache for him was no longer painful since he’d marked her, but that didn’t mean it was obliterated. She was his, and he was hers, and she wanted him in every way more and more each day.

“You are one to talk,” Beatriz said, lowering the blanket from her flushed cheeks. “You won’t let me cook. I want to take care of you, too, you know."

When the kettle boiled, Mike tended to it, then brought Beatriz a fresh, steaming cup of lavender earl grey. The scent was mouthwatering, as was Mike’s musk floating next to her as he joined her on the couch.

“Do go on,” he murmured.

Beatriz placed the mug on the coffee table, then swathed her legs around her mate’s waist. She pulled him onto her as she lay back on the couch, loving the way his chest pressed against hers.

She kissed him softly. He kissed her back. It was difficult not to grow eager, like trying to calm an already raging fire.

She murmured against his lips as lightning flashed around them, a mystical ambiance surrounding their private little world.

“I think we both struggle to let someone else take care of us. You haven’t told me directly, but I have my suspicions.”

His eyes wandered to her face, curious.

“You aren’t wrong. I am very used to taking care of everyone. Other than my parents, of course.”

Beatriz nodded, then glided a hand down the armor of his chest, past his pelvis, and settled between his legs. She wasn’t surprised to find that he was already hard as steel.

She groaned as she began to lightly stroke his shaft. Mike bit his lip and sat up slightly, giving her space to explore his length.

“Then let me take care of you,” she whispered in a sultry tone. “We can take turns. Right now, it’s my turn."

He remained speechless as she stroked him faster over the barrier of his sweatpants. Then he swallowed, words falling out of his mouth like wispy feathers in the air.

“What about dinner?” he mumbled.

“Dinner can wait,” Beatriz growled. “I’m taking care of you now.”

The following evening, the rain had finally cleared. The temperature was tepid, but the sun’s brilliance made up for it. Mike invited Karla, Nate, and the triplets over for a BBQ to surprise her and change up her daily routine.

Much to Beatriz's surprise, the babies were thrilled to see her. It had only been a few days since the attack, but the way they rushed into the kitchen to her was like she had been gone for years.

“Bea!” Michael called out.

“Bea, Bea!” Matthew said.

“You are here!” Madison said with a cackle, rather eloquently.

Beatriz was moved by their affection. They wrapped their arms around her legs and started to tug at the sundress she wore. Karla laughed as she and Nate brought in a case of beer and supplies for dinner.

“Hello, hello!” Beatriz said, giggling with delight. “I missed you so much, my loves!”

“All right, all right, give Auntie Bea some space,” Karla said, rounding up the kids. “She hurt herself, so we don’t want to be rough, right?”

After getting reacquainted again with lighthearted chatter, Mike and Nate went outside to start grilling. Beatriz stayed inside with the triplets and Karla, sitting with her legs folded on the floor, playing with the babies like not a day had passed.

Karla sat on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. She was smirking.

“You know you’re off the clock, right?” she jested.

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