Page 12 of Billionaire and Nanny Secret

“What are you making for breakfast tomorrow?”

I laughed. She was always thinking about the important things. “How do pancakes sound?

“Amazing.” I could tell that she was excited, but it was quickly covered up by her tiredness. Paige yawned again, settled into bed and gave me a sleepy smile. “Good night, Quinn,” she told me. “I love you.”

My heart warmed. “I love you, too.”

I gently ran my fingers through her hair before shutting the light off and walking out of the room. I was parched, so I went back to the kitchen and prepared to grab a glass of water before I went to bed.

When I went into the kitchen, I paused when I saw Ezra. He was leaning against the counter, with a Gatorade in his hand. I watched him drink it, my lips separating slightly before he turned around to look at me.

I let out a small sigh. The fire between us was unquenchable.

And without Paige there, nothing would stop us. How many times had we ignored whatever electricity was between us for the benefit of his daughter? Because we didn’t want her to find out? Well, right now that was one less thing that we had to worry about.

5

Ezra

As much as I wanted to deny that there was something between us, I knew that I couldn’t, not anymore. The more that I tried to push Quinn away, the closer I brought her to me, as crazy as that sounded. Something drew me to her, and I was sick of fighting the truth, the one that I knew we both knew.

I wanted Quinn with every fiber of my being, and I knew that it was mutual, that she wanted me just as much. I had never faced such temptation with another nanny before, or anyone for that matter. In the past, even when I had wanted a woman, I was able to control it, and I could numb the feeling.

Not with Quinn.

I stared at her, at how beautiful she really was. Short enough to fit against me. Her blonde hair, so beautiful yet simple in its natural waves. Her eyes, big and green, and full of lust. Her lips were nice and plump. Her body was beautiful and curvy. Everything about her was screaming at me to claim her. And I couldn’t keep fighting against it. I couldn’t keep fighting against her. My brain and my body knew what it wanted.

Then, she used those perfect teeth to tug against that bottom lip, and I knew that I was about to lose any ounce of control that I’d managed to keep. That little gesture was enough to set me off, even more so when her pink little tongue darted out to soothe the damage that her teeth had done. What I wouldn’t have given to bite that lip for her.

And maybe I could.

Before I could over analyze and think about how bad of an idea this was, and how much I’d protested against work relationships before, I walked to Quinn, wrapped an arm around her waist and planted a kiss against her lips, just the way that I’d been dying to do for the last couple of weeks.

She gasped against the kiss, and I could tell that she was surprised. I understood why. Despite the fact that I’d countlessly given her signs over the course of the last few weeks that I wanted her, I’d also given her several signs that I wanted our relationship to stay strictly professional.

Now, she would know exactly what I wanted.

I knew exactly what had come over me. She’d pranced in here wearing mere pieces of cloth. How was I supposed to be able to resist taking a bite out of her? Everything about her screamed, ‘take a piece out of me,’ and I was finally doing just that. For once, I was making a decision with the head between my legs, rather than the one attached to my neck.

Everything I’d tried to suppress was now coming out and making itself obvious. I was attracted to her, and tonight, I was prepared to get the thing I wanted more than anything else in life.

Our lips started out gentle together, a simple push and pull, as she got over the surprise that I was kissing her. I realized that she was getting more into it every single second, and I liked that. I enjoyed the fact that she was coming alive. I wanted to see more of this fiery side of her that I hadn’t known even existed.

I was a bit disappointed in her, though. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but I’d thought that, surely, she would have had a bit more self control than I did, that she would pull away from the kiss and say what I’d been saying all along, that we couldn’t be doing this. That the chances were sleeping together, being intimate with each other, was likely to ruin the perfect work relationship we’d come to have.

Those thoughts were looming in my own mind, but I didn’t care, not at the moment anyways. For what mattered to me at that moment, our work relationship could be as good as gone if it meant that I could keep doing what I was doing.

That I could run my lips against her soft skin and caress her, that I could lay her down and look into her eyes while I pushed in and out of her. I wanted to watch her back arched, as she was plowed into better than any one had ever done her before. Not to mention, I wanted to hear those lovely screams, as I pleasured her relentlessly without end.

She was supposed to tell me that I couldn’t do that. She was supposed to have self control where I couldn’t, but I knew that was hardly possible. How would it be, when it was obvious that she desired me just as much as I did her?

Her hand curved around my neck as she pulled me closer, her tongue darting into my mouth. It caught me off guard, but I wasn’t complaining…far from it, actually. I wanted to feel more of her, so much more. My hand tightened around her waist, and I pressed her against the counter to get better leverage.

When was the last time that I’d been with a woman, intimately, sexually? It’d been a long time, probably since before she was hired. My brother, Klaus, was always the one who made me go out to scout for women or be a wingman for him. And considering that I had nothing better to do, and I was sick of hearing him constantly bother me about it, I always gave in, especially if it meant that it was going to shut him up.

Besides, I was a man, and I had needs. I may not have wanted a relationship with anyone since the death of my life, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t wanted sex. It was the exact opposite, honestly. The loneliness I felt made me crave sex. And who was better to please me than the woman in my arms? It’d been months since I’d been intimate with a woman, and I was eager to get back into the game.

The counter proved not to be enough for us. I wanted to completely dominate her, and to do that, I needed her to be able to bend under my will. Unless I was about to fuck her, on the counter, in the kitchen, then I knew that I needed to move us, and quick, before we were too far along to care.

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