Page 10 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“This way,” I manage to croak out, my voice even rougher than usual.
Sofia’s already skipping ahead, chatting about the pool, her room and everything else she wants to show Maya. But I’m focused on our guest, on the way she’s moving under my hand. The way her body shifts, her round hips swaying as she walks.
I want to slide my hand lower, grip her, pull her against me so she can feel exactly what she does to me. But my little princessis with us, so I need to keep this shit locked tight. So, I force myself to drop my hand. And immediately regret it.
“Come on, Maya! I’ll show you everything!”
Sofia drags her through the foyer, past the living room, talking nonstop. I follow behind, watching them.
Maya’s looking around, nodding and smiling down at my niece.
God, I want her here, in my space, permanently. At ease, connecting with the people I love.
“Uncle Misha!” Sofia calls from the stairs. “Can I show Maya my room?”
“Of course, princess.”
They disappear upstairs, and I take a second to breathe, rearranging myself in my boxers. Fuck.
I head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. My hand’s still tingling from where I touched her. My dick’s hard as fuck, and I have to tuck myself in my waistband and pull on my shirt to hide the bulge. And she’s upstairs, in my house, probably oohing and ahhing at Sofia’s collection of sparkly shit.
My niece’s voice carries downstairs. “…and Uncle Misha lets me pick whatever movie I want! Even the princess ones he pretends not to like!”
Maya laughs. It’s fucking soft, sweet. And it makes me even harder…
They finally reappear at the bottom of the stairs, still holding hands, talking and giggling like best friends. Fucking cute as fuck.
I clear my throat. “I’ll show you your room.”
Maya blinks. “I get my own room?”
I raise an eyebrow, pinning her in place with one of mymeanielooks, as Sofia calls them. “Where did you think you were gonna sleep?”
She shrugs. “On the couch? I don’t know.”
I shake my head. The fucking couch.
Sofia giggles. “No way. Uncle Misha has the best guest rooms!”
I don’t bother commenting. Just head down the hall, leading the way. I stop at the door next to Sofia’s room and push it open. Maya steps inside and stops dead in her tracks.
“Oh, my God.”
The room is a suite with a king-sized bed, sitting area, walk-in closet, and a private bathroom with a soaking tub and separate shower. Its windows overlooking the pool and gardens.
Sofia bounces on the bed. “Do you like it?”
Maya’s still standing in the doorway, staring. “Mikhail, this is… I can’t stay here. It’s too much.”
I want to see that same look of wonder she had when she saw the inside of my house, then this room. Over and over again. I want to fucking spoil her. Everywhere. All the fucking time. I want to feed her. Cover her in fucking diamonds. Make her come so many times she’ll melt in my arms. Take care of her. Protect her. Now, today, forever.
I stare at her, arms crossed, feet planted, expression unflinching.
“Fine,” she finally huffs out with an eye roll, raising her arms before dropping them at her sides. But she’s smiling huge. And it hits me straight in the chest. Fuck, she’s pretty.
Sofia slips off the bed. “Yay! Now can we have dinner? I’m starving!”
I nod. “I’ll get on it.”
