Page 92 of The Nanny Goal

My head spins, feeling faint now, and suddenly my feet can move. They move so fast, spinning on the spot and darting for the stairs, yanking the door shut behind me as I flee to the third floor and stumble to my knees.

My thighs are shaking, my hands too. Everything. Shaking. Panicking.

I can’t hear anything over the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

And then it fades, slowly, and my cheeks are so, so hot, but the house is…quiet.

Maybe it’s okay. Maybe Alexei is cooler about sex than I am, and it’s no big deal that I stumbled across a private moment and invaded his space and watched him?—

Watched him?—

It replays through my mind like black and white art prints. The long stretch of his body spread out on his bed, legs flexed, cock in his hand. The taut contractions of his muscles as he sat up, his hand still…there. The shape of his cock, how hard it was in his hand, straining andbig.

And the way he said my name again…

That’s not a photo. That’s a moving video clip, seared into my mind. It makes me short of breath and achy even thinking about it for a second.

The choking sound. The uncontrollable spurts.

There was so much?—

Downstairs, a door opens. Closes. Another door opens, and then there are footsteps on the stairs. Coming up.

I turn, still kneeling, bracing myself for the world’s most awkward conversation.

Alexei turns the corner. He’s pulled on a t-shirt, something softly worn, a logo faded beyond recognition, and a pair of jeans that are pulled on but not zipped up. His hair is sleep-tossed and standing on end, but his face is a careful, blank mask.

His chest rises and falls, and we just stare at each other for a long beat.

“Why did you run?” he finally asks, his voice tight.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. There’s a fierce buzzing in my ears.

He takes two slow steps towards me, then stops again. “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“Same,” I whisper.

“Are you okay?” His brow pulls together and his mouth draws into a firm line.

“What?” I practically gasp the word.

“I—” His frown deepens. “Are you upset with me?”

I laugh in disbelief. “Could have been my question to you.”

His chest rises in a deep inhale. He’s so tall, always, but especially when I’m kneeling.

And from this angle, it’s hard to miss the bulge of his underwear in the open fly of his jeans. His cock is still pretty big, even after a climax that tore the roof off.

“I’m not upset with you, Emery.” His frown deepens. “I like you watching me. You didn’t need to run away if you wanted to see what I was doing.”

“I didn’t…” But I did. I stood there and wondered what he was doing, what it would look like. I was deeply curious and I tried to hear more, see something…and then I ran as soon as I was detected. “I thought it was private.”

A slight smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, even as his eyes darken and grow more intense. “We can share private things.”

It’s a flash back to two years ago.

And he thinks I’m so much more experienced now.

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