Page 93 of The Nanny Goal

“Do you want that, Emery?” His voice is silky now.

I swallow hard.

His hand comes to rest over his thick, straining erection, his fingers curling into his open fly. “Do you want to see how hard I get when I think about you?”

“You already came,” I say inanely.

His eyes flash. “But you’re on your knees in front of me, sunshine. So I’m aching all over again. And if you keep looking at me with that hungry gaze, I’ll probably embarrass myself again, too.”

It was shocking, yes. Intimate…oh yeah.

But embarrassing?

I lick my lips. “It was actually hot, and I’m sorry I interrupted you. Did I…ruin it?”

He groans and squeezes himself. “No. You just surprised me. And then I couldn’t help myself.”

Because of me.

“Can you do it again?” That lightheaded feeling is back again. “You said you’d show me. I want to see you, Alexei. I want to see how hard your cock is.”

And if my voice wavers oncock, I pretend it doesn’t.

“Fuck.” He goes to push his underwear down, then stops. “Can you touch yourself, too?”

He steps closer again, until his toes bump against my bare knee.

That’s it. That’s all the contact he makes with me, but it’s enough to light me on fire.

I was already hot inside, but now I feel burning desire licking all over my skin.

“Slide your fingers into those tight little shorts. Touch your pussy for me.” He exhales hard. “That would make me come again. Just seeing your hand moving inside your clothes. Knowing you are touching yourself. Seeing that secret pleasure.”

His words are hypnotic.

This hardly feels real, and maybe that’s what makes it possible for me to ease my fingers into my shorts, then into my panties.

The fabric tents over my knuckles as I push my middle two fingers down over my cleft. I gasp as I feel how warm and swollen and wet I am already.

Above me, Alexei groans. “Fuck, Emery, I can hear how wet you are.”

Oh, God.

He pushes his own hand into his underwear, obscenely straining the limits of the fabric.

“You promised to show me,” I pant. My fingertips find my clit, and I shudder at how sensitive it already is.

Maybe if I wasn’t such a scaredy cat, I could have crawled onto his bed and he would have fucked me.

My breath picks up.

But I’m not scared now. By following me upstairs, Alexi has unlocked a deep desire inside me, to see and be seen.

He growls as my hand moves faster, my fingers swirling now.

With my other hand, I tug at my sports bra, wanting my breasts to be free, needing to pluck at my nipples.

His gaze darkens. His pupils dilate, and he pushes his underwear down.

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