Page 131 of Nanny and the Beast

"Elaborate, baby," he says, enclosing his hand over my throat. He stares down at it with heated eyes.

I feel myself falling. Gravity never felt more beautiful. I think I'll do anything for this man. It's not his words, but the way he looks at me—like I'm a blessing. Nobody ever looked at me like this before.

And...I don't think I want anyone to look at me like this ever again.

"I was wet for you, Mr. Sinclair," I say. "Only for you."

"Were you wet for me when you were talking to that man?" he asks.

Jealousy. It's supposed to be an ugly emotion, but when this man displays it, it makes me feel all cherished.

"Yes. I haven't been able to stop thinking about what we did last night," I say.

"I tried to warn you, Emma," he says, tugging my wet panties down my legs and throwing them aside. "Now, we've crossed all the lines. There's no going back from this now."

He kisses my lips again before moving down to my neck.

I'm a shivering mess underneath his weight. I'm nothing but a slave to his whim.

He kisses a hot trail of fire down my breastbone and over my tummy. When he reaches my sex, he leaps on it like it's the first meal he's had in weeks. He devours it like it's going to be taken away from him.

I become lost in a fantasy land.

There's stardust behind my closed eyelids. There's magic where his lips touch my skin.

"You taste like a forbidden fruit, Emma," he says. "I have no business panting after this pussy, but a man can only resist so much. You've been shaking those ripe tits in my face every chance you got. You've been making eyes at me and making me forget all the reasons I'm supposed to stay away from you."

He sucks on my clit like it's his full-time job. I wrap my thighs around his broad shoulders. His hands grip my waist and pull me harder against his mouth.

"All of this is my property, Emma," he says. "All of it belongs to me. Do you understand that? I don't want another man looking at what's mine."

He takes me to the precipice. Instead of letting me fall, he pulls his mouth away.

"Please," I say.

"Please, what?" he asks. "Do you want your boss to keep licking your horny pussy?"

Warmth gathers between my thighs. The heat becomes the only thing I know.

He climbs back over me and takes his cock in his hand. He pushes it against my opening.

"If you want to come, you're going to do it on my big cock," he says, pushing inside me. "I want to feel you milking me. I want to feel your tight pussy trying to strangle the come from my balls. And you know I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fill this pussy up to the brim."

He goes deeper than he went last night. When he hits the resistance, my muscles lock up.

His jaw is so hard. His eyes are glazed over. I know that he's going to thrust hard inside me now, ripping through the barrier.

But instead, he remains still.

"Relax, darling," he says, pressing a kiss on my temple.

He cups my face like I'm someone he's afraid to lose. It steals the remaining breath from my lungs. When he kisses my lips, it nearly becomes my undoing. My heart starts coming apart at the seams.

"I've got you," he promises, pressing another kiss on my lips. "Okay?"

My heart is banging against my ribcage.

"Okay," I whisper.

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