Page 164 of The Nanny Goal

My tongue is tied and my heart is beating a mile a minute, but I’m saved from having to answer that immediately by Sergei coming down the path to the beach.

Alexei carries Inessa out of the ocean. As soon as they’re on the sand, she wants to show her grandfather the hole she was digging. I stay floating in the water, watching them. After a few minutes, Sergei leads Inessa up the path, and Alexei strides back into the water.

I hold my breath, not quite believing this is my life—and my love.

“Deda is going to try to get her down for a nap, but we should head up there soon,” he says when he joins me.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he lifts my legs around his waist. “And then a nap for us, too?”

“Absolutely.” He takes my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that makes my toes curl and my thighs clench. Just us and the sea and the hot Caribbean sun.

His fingers slide under my bikini top, cupping my tit, his thumb finding my nipple with practiced familiarity.

We managed to squeeze a lot of sex into our long-distance relationship during the playoffs. And now that we’re all in New York for the summer, I get him every morning. While the rest of the house sleeps, he wakes me up with his hard-on and his questing fingers and his hungry, hungry mouth.

Before I head out the door for a long day of chef training.

I’m not going to lie, I’m looking forward to getting back to a slower pace of life in the fall when we move back to Hamilton.

This week, though, we’re on vacation, which means we aren’t constrained to only morning sex. We can have afternoon and evening sex, too. We can, and we are. Often.

And the more we connect, the more Alexei wants to touch me.

But there’s something extra about this, there’s an intensity vibrating through his body that feels new.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I get a whole week with my girls, I’m perfect.” He exhales against my neck before nipping me, gently. “I want to be inside you.”

“Not in the ocean.”

He pulls at my bikini straps. “Then get out. And I’ll follow you.”

I float away from him, topless now. He watches, his gaze hooded and hot, as I walk backwards out of the ocean, my belly and breasts jiggling for his eyes only. Then he follows, water sluicing off him, slicking the dark curls in the centre of his chest and on his legs.

He looks hungry and powerful, and I shiver as I turn and race for our towels.

“Can you be quiet here?” I jump when I hear him right behind me, a second before his arms scoop around my waist and he pulls me onto the lounge chair.

He pushes his swim shorts down, freeing his cock. Big, hard, and ready, it slaps against his wet belly.

I straddle him and he pulls my bikini bottoms aside, his gaze locked on my pussy.

“Pretty little cunt,” he rumbles under his breath. “Needs to be filled up.”

My belly clenches.

His thumb brushes reverently over my lips, then around my clit.

The clench eases into a warm, steady need.

I take him in hand, stroking him firmly. Bringing pre-come to his tip and slicking it around with my thumb. His cock throbs against my fingers, flexing and stretching. I love watching his foreskin slide down, revealing the dark pink crown fully.

And I love making that tip disappear inside me even more.

I lift up, then slide down.

Both of us gasping at the stretch, the way he changes the shape of me on the inside and takes up space. So much space.

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