Page 178 of The Nanny and the Hothead
He looked on, and that cocky part of him rocked an internal fist pump.
He was about to become fiancé of the year—maybe even the century.
Carefully, she lifted the old camera from the box, gazing at the item as if she’d been reunited with an old friend.
“Turn it over,” he coaxed.
She inspected the bottom of the camera—the camera Harper’s grandmother had given her.
“How did you find it?” she pressed, disbelief coating her words.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I asked Rowen to use his tech skills to scour the city’s antique store websites, but we didn’t have to go high-tech.”
She looked up at him. “You didn’t?”
“Penny said she’d remembered going with you to sell it. I called the place, and it was still there. I simply went to the antique shop and got it back for you.”
Yeah, he was a damned considerate dude these days.
“This is beyond thoughtful. And I love the little touch you added,” she said, her eyes shining as she ran her finger across her name scratched into the bottom with the wordsMitchandOscarnow etched on either side.
“Thank you, Mitch, for this, this life, for Oscar, and for giving me not only a piece of my past but my very own Mr. Cheesy Forever 2.0,” she answered, then set the camera back into the box and pinned him with her gaze. “And you’re not the only one with gifts. I have a present for you, too.”
“You do?”
“I did a little shopping this afternoon. I wanted to find the perfect dress to wear to the exhibit, and I went a little overboard.”
He admired what she had on—a pink wrap dress with a bow tied above her hip. Honestly, she could don a paper bag, and he’d have an instant hard-on. “What did you splurge on?” he asked, adjusting his stance. Even the smallest amount of fiancée ogling had his blood supply heading south.
“On this,” she answered, untying the bow of the wrap dress and revealing—holy hot lingerie!
Beneath that innocent-looking garment hid the body of one smokin’ hot redhead. Clad in scarlet lacy lingerie with curves for miles and breasts quite literally calling to him, his jaw dropped, and his cock took the helm of the USS Mitch Elliott.
“With Oscar spending the night at Rowen and Penny’s place, we’ll have the house to ourselves. I thought you’d enjoy this little surprise.”
His lips parted, but nothing came out. Attempting to produce words while staring at a goddess clad in the tiniest pair of panties that he’d ever seen proved to be a herculean feat. He devoured her body with his gaze. With this level of heat, he wouldn’t be surprised if his eyeballs exploded. He stopped at the lace panties that he’d swear were calling out to him to rip them off her body with his teeth.
“I won’t be able to make it to the house,” he somehow bit out, his brain momentarily connecting with his mouth as he devoured his fiancée with his eyes and his cock went rock-hard in his pants. He slipped the dress off her shoulders and watched it pool around her ankles.
“Do you like your present?” she purred.
He slipped his fingers around the slim lacy band. “This is the best present ever.”
She undid his pants and took him into her hand, stroking his hard length. “I can feel your enthusiasm.”
“But I have one question,” he rasped as he slid his hands down her torso.
She worked him in slow, devastatingly smooth strokes. “Ask away.”
He twisted the lace waistband of her panties around his index fingers. “Are there any rules on unwrapping?”
The dirtiest smirk twisted her lips. “It’s your present. You decide how you want to open it.”
Sweet Christ! This woman!
With a decisive pull and a snap that had him ready to snap, those itty-bitty lacy panties lay in scraps on the floor. Her chest heaved as he lifted her into his arms. She gasped in delight when he pressed her back to the wall, then thrust his cock inside her sweet wet heat. Their joint moans tangled in heated breaths. They didn’t have one way of making love. Sometimes it was slow and sensual, and other times, it was frenzied, fast, and dirty.
When Charlotte tangled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, then rocked her hips like the naughtiest of lingerie-clad photographers, he knew this was no time for slow and steady. With one hand gripping her ass and the other wrapped securely around her ponytail, he pistoned his hips, pumping and grinding against her tight bundle of nerves. Their mouths met in a frantic kiss as he shifted her body and adjusted the angle of penetration. He filled her to the hilt, inhaling a sharp breath as she tightened around him. Thrust after thrust, their bodies came together in a delirious need for release. He knew her every gasp and breathy moan. She was close, and so was he. Dialing up his pace, he gave her ponytail a tug, knowing what drove his alluring fiancée over the edge.
