Page 316 of The Nanny and the Heartthrob

Chapter40

LANDON: THREE WEEKS LATER

Landon Paige licked his lips. “You taste better than bonbons, wife.”

Harper propped herself up on her elbows. “Is that so?”

Yes, it was.

Situated between her thighs, he hummed against her most sensitive place. She sighed a sexy little sound, and he met his bonbon beauty’s gaze. Those chameleon eyes got him every time. This woman had unlocked the music in his heart. She’d become a part of his soul. She’d freed him to be the man he was meant to be. And she believed in him and their love.

She also drove him insane with lust.

Harper Presley-Paige, with sex-mussed hair and a devious look in those hazel eyes, was the best thing a man could wake up to each day.

She tangled her fingers in his hair. “You did say you were in the mood for the romance scale of devotion staple, breakfast in bed. And as you know, my sole purpose on this planet is to make you happy, heartthrob.Bon appétit.”

He didn’t believe he could get any more turned on.

He was wrong.

“So damned sassy,” he growled. He kissed her hip, then continued the trail, licking and tasting until he reached the curve of her neck. His hard length pressed against her, and she rolled her hips.

“You know you like me sassy.”

He drank in her kiss-swollen lips. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

A dirty smirk bloomed across her face, and his cock twitched.

“I can think of another way you’d want me,” she teased.

She pressed her hands to his chest, and his cock twitched again, knowing exactly what was coming. He rolled onto his back and watched as his bossy, take-charge wife straddled him.

This morning was getting better by the second.

He ran his hands along her torso and drank in his sexy spouse.

Sweet Christ, he’d take this view any day.

“Going for a ride, rock star?” he asked, cupping her breasts in his hands.

“Rock star?” she purred.

“You better get used to the title.”

“Rock star,” she repeated, massaging the words with her erotic morning voice.

She positioned his cock at her entrance, then lowered herself. Humming her delight, she welcomed him into the sanctuary of her sweet, wet center. She tightened around him, and he inhaled a sharp breath. The intensity of becoming one with her never let up. He rocked his hips, barely able to hold back from thrusting like a carnal beast, but he gathered the strength to keep himself under control. This might be morning sex round two, but he wasn’t about to cut the session short. Harper moaned, and the deliciously dirty sound was music to his ears. He palmed her ass and guided her body up and down in a slow, sensual motion.

“Just like that,” she whispered, raising her arms and giving him the hottest view possible.

She bit her lip and moaned again before leaning forward to grab the headboard.

This bout of morning sex was about to get wild.

He devoured her body with his gaze. Her breasts bounced with each thrust of his cock. As if Mother Nature had turned on a spotlight, the rays of sunshine peeking through the curtains warmed the honey highlights in his wife’s hair. Her diamond caught the light, and red-hot lust surged through him as a primal, caveman reaction took hold.

This glorious goddess of a songbird was his and his alone.

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