Page 32 of Puck Your Nanny

The feeling is indescribable. Hot, wet, perfect.

I pause, allowing her to adjust, pressing a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Her fingers trail over my arms, her chest rising and falling. Then she moves, lifting her hips, inviting me to continue.

I start slow, rolling my hips, savoring the way her body grips me. Every thrust has her gasping, her legs tightening around me, her heels pressing into the small of my back. I set a rhythm, deep and measured, each movement sending sparks of pleasure. Her hands slide up my back, nails raking lightly over my skin as her moans fill the room.

My knot swells. The sensation sends a shudder through me, the primal urge to claim her surging forward, but I won't mark her until Calvin and Nate can be there and she's asking us to do it. She trembles beneath me, a fresh wave of arousal coating me as she tilts her head back, exposing the soft curve of her throat. My lips find the gland there, the spot where my scent will mingle with hers if I were to mark her as mine. I hesitate, torn between instinct and reason, but she whimpers beneath me, rolling her hips, chasing another release.

I slide a hand between us, finding her clit, circling it as I continue to thrust into her. Her breath stutters, hands gripping my shoulders as she comes apart again, her body clenching around me so tightly it nearly undoes me. I groan, burying my face against her neck as my control shatters. With one last thrust, I let go, spilling into her, my knot locking us together as pleasure crashes through me like a tidal wave.

I hold her close, our bodies tangled, our breaths mingling in the dim light of the suite. The intensity of the moment lingers between us, heavy and electric. My hand brushes over her side, soothing, grounding both of us as we come down from the high.

Her fingers trace lazy patterns over my back, her lips pressing against my shoulder in a soft, lingering kiss.

"Tonight has been wonderful. Thank you. I look forward to more of these dates, getting to know you has been fun. There's more to you than just analytical businessman."

I roll us while we remain locked, so that we can be on our sides and a bit more comfortable. "I'm glad I could make up for my previous treatment of you. Thank you for allowing to show you what I can be like when I don't have a stick up my ass."

She lets out a loud laugh at that. "Yes, I suppose that's a good thing to no longer have."

After a bit, I'm able to pull out of her and her eyes flutter as sleep takes hold. Tonight went exactly how I wanted it to, and I'm glad.

Morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the luxurious hotel suite. I’ve never been one for lingering in bed, but with Daisy curled against my side, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my chest, I don’t feel the usual restlessness to get up and start the day. Her body is warm, her scent soothing, and though I’ve never considered myself a touchy-feely person, I don’t mind this. I might even enjoy it.

Her fingers skim over my collarbone, trailing lower, mapping out the contours of my muscles.

I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the soft floral scent that’s become so familiar. I always dreamed of the day my pack would find our omega.”

Eventually, the pull of the day makes itself known. With a reluctant sigh, I shift, pressing one last kiss against her forehead before rolling onto my back. “We should get up. The others will be waiting.”

She stretches, catlike, before nodding. “I’ll hop in the shower first, unless you want to join me?”

I arch a brow. “That’s an easy choice.”

She laughs, slipping out of bed, and I follow, my muscles stiff from the night before. Without the usual relief of my massage chair, the lingering ache in my right knee flares the second my feet hit the floor. Pain shoots through the joint, sharp and unrelenting. I shift my weight to my left leg, inhaling through my nose as I steady myself. It’s nothing I haven’t handled before.

But Daisy notices. Of course she does. Her gaze flicks down to my knee as I favor my uninjured leg, a crease forming between her brows. “You’re limping more than usual. Are you okay?”

I turn toward the bathroom, keeping my tone even. “Didn’t have my massage chair last night. No big deal.”

She follows, stepping in front of me before I can turn the water on. “You don’t have to tell me, but… what happened?”

I hold her gaze, debating whether to brush it off or give her the truth. It’s not a secret, but I don’t like dwelling on it either. But this is Daisy, and she deserves to know.

“Two too many ACL tears.” My voice is steady, but the weight behind the words lingers. “First one healed. Second one ended my career. Forced me to retire earlier than I planned.”

Her expression softens, her fingers brushing over my forearm. She doesn’t pity me, that much is clear, but there’s an understanding in her eyes that eases the tightness in my chest.

“That must’ve been hard.”

I nod once. “It was. But I pivoted. Had to.”

She steps closer, tilting her head. “Do you miss it?”

A loaded question. I exhale, running a hand through my hair. “Every day.”

She doesn’t press further. Instead, she reaches for the shower handle, turning the water on. “Come on. Hot water helps with sore muscles, right?”

I smirk, appreciating the shift in tone. “Among other things.”

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