Page 106 of Nanny for the SEAL

She smiles gently, but I can see the worry still reining over her expression, tension clinging to her shoulders and jaw.

“I think you need to relax. Daisy is down, and I can run you a bath and then maybe…a little something sweet to make you tired?”

I cock a brow, helping along the innuendo. Ivy smirks, shaking her head. But I know I’ve got her. As much as the stress doesn’t want to let go, she’s no match for a bubble bath and somepersonalattention.

“You know what?” She smiles up at me, fully leaning against my chest. “I’m not even going to fight you on it. Yes. Please help me think of anything else right now.”

“Done.”

As soon as the word is out of my mouth, I scoop Ivy up into my arms and start carrying her up the stairs. She chuckles lightly, resting her head on my shoulder.

“You’re my hero, Xaden.”

Gazing down at her, I smile. “Anything for you, babe.”

With Ivy in the bath,I make sure the locks on all the doors and windows are in place. As much as I don’t want to believe that her father is here, I’m not about to risk her safety either.

Or Daisy’s, for that matter.

I get the house good and locked up better than Fort Knox, setting the security system, too. As I stand at the panel near the door to do so, I see that Ivy’s porch light is on at her house.

She hasn’t been staying there for a while now, but it still acts as a sort of closet for her. While I watch the bugs and leaves wisp along on her porch, an idea strikes.

Her father can’t know that much about her life. He still thinks she’s staying there—if he’s here and found her address, at least.

“Good thinking, Xaden.” I finish arming the security pad and turn to jog back upstairs to Ivy. “But first things first.”

I meet Ivy in the master bathroom, where she lounges in the full tub. Her head is back against the little pillow I had delivered for her, and the room is softly lit with candles and her favorite salt lamp.

She perks up a bit when she hears the floorboard creak under my foot. “All good downstairs?”

Kneeling to the side of the tub, I take the washcloth draped over the bath caddy—another of Ivy’s items that’s made its way over here—and rub it up and down her calf.

“All good.” As a relaxed moan escapes her, my plans for after this rush to the front of my mind, an erection growing behind my zipper. “You look beautiful, all relaxed like that. But…”

She smiles and then cracks open one of her lids to eye me. “Yes?”

“Would you like to come to the bed? Frankly, my dear, I’m just famished.”

A soft pink flush colors her fair skin, reaching from her chest to her cheeks. Her breasts are still hidden from me behind bubbles, and I am so damned tempted to blow them away.

Ivy’s expression changes, however, and it’s enough to tell me that she’s more than ready for a little treat. With her lids lowering from the build-up of lust, Ivy bites her bottom lip.

The gesture always goes straight to my cock, and I know I’m going to have to take care of myself while we do this.

Yes, this may be a special thing for Ivy, but I’m only human, after all.

“Take me to the bed, handsome.” Ivy smiles, holding out her hand.

I stand up and then help Ivy to do the same. The bubbles trail off her body, revealing more of her sensuous curves, which have definitely started to fill out already, thanks to the pregnancy hormones.

Without looking away, I snag a towel from where it hangs on the bar next to us and wrap it around her. Ivy helps secure it under her arms and then leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

The taste of her lips is still such a dream, and I lift her up into my arms and carry her to the bed. As I set her down gently, I move the kisses from her mouth to her neck, then her chest, then the top of her breast.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Ivy.”

She grins. “Shhh, I want that mouth occupied withotherthings.”

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