Page 31 of Puck Your Nanny

I exhale a short laugh. "Not as much as I should. Maybe I’ll change that."

"I’d like to see that," she muses, a playful gleam in her eyes.

Her gaze lingers on me a little longer than necessary, and for a moment, everything else fades away—the restaurant, the people, the past. Right now, it’s just us, and it feels right.

After dinner, I drive us to the hotel I booked, a four-star luxury retreat that guarantees privacy and comfort. The moment we pull up to the entrance, a valet steps forward, greeting us with a polite nod. I hand over my keys, grab our overnight bags, and place a hand at the small of Daisy’s back, guiding her inside. The hotel lobby is refined, with marble floors, soft lighting, and the quiet hum of well-dressed guests moving about.

She takes in the surroundings, eyes flickering over the grand chandelier and the elegantly arranged floral displays. "This place is beautiful."

I give a small smile as I check us in. "Only the best."

The receptionist greets us with a warm, professional smile. "Welcome. Do you have a reservation?"

I nod, resting a hand on the counter. "Yes, under Peter Sinclair."

Her fingers glide over the keyboard as she checks the system. "Ah, here we are. A luxury suite for the evening. Everything has been arranged per your request. Here's your room key." She hands me the sleek card with practiced efficiency.

I take it and place a hand at the small of Daisy’s back again, guiding her toward the elevator. The ride up is quiet and comfortable, but an unspoken anticipation lingers between us. When we reach the suite, I swipe the keycard and push the door open.

Soft ambient lighting glows from the flickering LED candles that I asked the hotel to arrange. Rose petals are scattered across the bed and floor, their delicate scent mixing with the crisp, clean fragrance of the hotel’s linen. The large windows showcase a breathtaking view of the city skyline, its lights twinkling against the night sky.

Daisy steps inside, her lips parting as she takes in the setting. "Peter, this is…" She trails off, turning toward me, her expression unreadable.

I watch her closely. "Do you like it?"

Her fingers graze over the petals on the bed. "It’s beautiful. I wasn’t expecting all this."

I step closer, reaching for her hand and bringing it to my lips. "I wanted tonight to be special."

Her breath catches as I lower her hand, my grip steady but gentle. The air between us thickens. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers trailing down her jaw, guiding her gaze back to mine. She doesn’t pull away.

I lean down, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her hands move to my chest, gripping my shirt before sliding up to my shoulders. I deepen the kiss, coaxing her closer until there’s no space left between us.

My fingers skim down her back, over the fabric of her dress, feeling the warmth of her beneath it. I find the zipper and tug it down with measured precision. The dress slips from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a black lace set and her heels. My breath hitches at the sight of her, standing there in the candlelight, curves bathed in a soft golden glow.

Daisy’s fingers reach for the buttons of my shirt, unfastening them one by one, her palms grazing over my skin as she pushes the fabric off my shoulders. The cool air meets my heated skin, but all I feel is her. She drags her nails lightly down my abdomen before reaching for my belt, undoing it with unhurried movements. I stop her before she can fully take them off.

I scoop her into my arms, lifting her as her legs wrap around my waist. Our lips find each other again, the kiss growing more urgent. I carry her toward the massive bed, lowering her onto the soft sheets. She stretches beneath me, eyes dark with desire as I hover over her, taking in every inch of her flushed skin, the way her breath comes in short, uneven bursts.

I trail my lips down her throat, lingering at the spot where her scent gland is. Flowers fill my senses. A soft moan escapes her as I press a kiss there, her body arching into mine. The need to claim her surges through me, but I force myself to move slowly. Tonight is about more than just passion. It’s about us.

I meet her gaze again, silently asking for permission to take this further. She answers by pulling me closer, guiding my hands over her body, giving herself to me in a way that makes everything else fade into the background.

My hands trace the delicate curves of her body, my mouth following the path of my fingertips. I press kisses along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. She arches into my touch, breath hitching as I reach behind her, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. The lace falls away, revealing her perky breasts, flushed and beautiful with pale pink nipples.

I take my time, my lips closing around a taut nipple, flicking my tongue over the sensitive peak. A shudder wracks her body. A moment later, I move lower, tracing the soft expanse of her stomach with the tip of my tongue. My hands slide down her sides, gripping the lace of her panties, slowly peeling them away. She lifts her hips so I can pull them off, along with her heels. Now she’s bared before me, her scent filling the air, igniting my inner alpha.

I kneel before her, my palms smoothing over her thighs, gently urging them apart. She shivers, anticipation humming in the air between us. I press a kiss to the inside of her left knee, then another to her right, working my way up the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Her breath catches when my tongue traces the delicate folds of her pussy. I savor her, hands gripping her hips to keep her still as she writhes beneath me. My dick strains against my pants, getting harder by the minute. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I lap at her, drawing out her pleasure. Her moans rise in pitch,her legs tightening around my head as she teeters on the edge. I press two fingers inside her, curling them just right, coaxing the climax from her as her body clenches around me. She comes with a broken cry, her hips bucking, back arching, as the waves of release crash over her.

I rise and take off my pants, letting them fall to the floor along with my briefs. My knot is already swelling at the base of my length. A deep ache pulses through me. Her eyes darken as she spreads her thighs, offering herself to me. The sight sends a surge of heat through my veins, her expression making my restraint unravel. I move between her legs, pressing my weight against her, bracing myself on my forearms as I position myself at her entrance, gathering her slick on the head of my cock.

I stroke my nose along her jaw, inhaling her scent. "Are you ready for me?"

Daisy bites her lip and nods.

I move over her, my hands guiding her legs around my waist. My cock, thick and heavy, presses against her slick entrance. She’s more than ready for me. I push forward slowly, the tight heat of her making my breath hitch. She gasps, her nails digging into my back as I stretch her around me, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside her.

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