Page 22 of Billionaire and Nanny Secret

“Ezra,” I whined, my hands finding his hair, as he switched to the other boob. His mouth felt amazing, but there were other places that I would have preferred his tongue. He seemed to take the hint, when he slid my pants down my legs, his mouth following after it.

The second his tongue flicked against my clit, my thighs clenched, and I let out a moan. I’d never experienced this in the past when I’d had sex, but then again this was only the fourth time that I was having sex. And this was nothing like when I had been touching myself the night before. This was powerful and explosive.

And then he began to eat me out like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to tell him to stop, to fuck me, but at the same time, instead, I wanted for him to keep moving his tongue inside of me, nibbling and sucking and licking. Nothing felt better than how magical this man was with his tongue.

I couldn’t stop the sounds leaving my mouth, as I gripped his hair harder and harder. I felt myself explode around him, in a way that I never had before. Of course, I’d had several climaxes before, but this was bigger and better than any I’d ever managed to have before.

“Oh, Ezra.”

“That’s just the appetizer.” He growled.

My heart was beating rapidly as I watched him pull his pants down and shuck them off. Then he was leaning over me, slowly guiding himself inside of me. My fingers were holding his shoulders as he did so, and I threw my head back from the sheer pleasure.

He began moving inside of me, hard and fast, pounding into me. My fingernails were digging into his back, but he didn’t seem to care. So, there was no reason for me to care, either. I bit into his shoulder, as I tried to hold back the sounds from escaping my mouth.

“Scream for me, Quinn,” he commanded. “There’s nobody here but you and me.”

I screamed, as I climaxed once again, Ezra coming not too much longer after me. The amount of pleasure that I’d felt shouldn’t have been legal. It was so overwhelming, so magnificent, and so very different from anything that I’d felt in my life. I could see how people could get so addicted to something that felt so good. If I wasn’t careful, then I was going to be one of those people.

9

Ezra

When I woke up in the morning, I was overwhelmed with heat. My room was hotter than usual, and I let out a groan, remembering just how much I hated to be hot. I was about to push the covers away when I realized that there was something—someone—in my arms. I frowned before I remembered Quinn. My mind began to flash back to everything that had happened between the two of us the night before.

Nothing had stopped us, and we’d gone all the way. I was so relieved, so relaxed, and yet, for some reason, I wasn’t satisfied, not nearly as sated as I would have wanted.

But when was the last time that I’d woken up with a woman in my arms? Quinn was supposed to be a one-night stand, yet I wasn’t treating her like one. With my one-night stands, I stayed awake just to make sure that they left and didn’t spend the night. But with her, I’d gone to sleep, keeping her in my arms.

What in the world was I doing? Why was I treating her like she was different when she wasn’t supposed to be? This was supposed to be a one-night thing, just a one time thing, yet it felt like it was meant to be so much more.

I was completely aware of how I should feel. I should push her away, remind her that this was only going to happen once and never again, that we couldn’t allow this to mess up the great work relationship that we’d come to have. Sleeping together was just supposed to get us back on track.

Other than this, there would never be an actual relationship between us, not one that she wanted, anyways. I wasn’t going to settle down, especially not with a woman that was working for me. And firing her wasn’t exactly an option, considering that Paige enjoyed her so much. Firing her would probably break my daughter’s heart. She had never done so well with one of the past nannies before.

I needed to wake her up so that she could get out of my bed. Paige would be home soon, and Quinn needed to start on breakfast. After all, that was her job, and that wasn’t just going to change just because the two of us had slept together, whether that was a good or bad decision. Ultimately, it had been the only decision that we’d had.

But I couldn’t wake her up. Everything about her seemed peaceful. She lay in my arms, snoring ever so lightly. She looked so docile. When was the last time that I’d ever seen her so carefree and relaxed? Not to mention that she was so irresistibly beautiful, I didn’t want to bother her.

As whipped as it made me sound, she just looked perfect, and I didn’t want to mess that up. However, it wasn’t exactly my decision.

Even though I knew that it could be another mistake, I found myself turning ever so slightly and moving my arms so that I wasn’t holding her, but facing her, looking at her beautiful features. And my hand slowly, against my will, gently touched her hair, feeling the silky strands. I let out a deep breath. Everything about her pulled me towards her, and it was like the more that I tried to push her away, the more that she became a bigger figure in my life.

She moved, slightly, and I paused. But her snoring soon started again. She was so cute while she was sleeping, and I found myself slightly wishing that I could wake her up and see her like this every morning. What was going on with me? Why was I having these types of thoughts, and why about her, of all people?

My hand rested on her face, as I thought about how soft her skin was. I let out a small breath, knowing that I shouldn’t, but unable to stop myself. I leaned down, slowly, about to press my lips against her before the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. A small sigh left my lips as I thought about the fact that every time I did anything or tried to do anything, I was always stopped.

The doorbell didn’t wake Quinn up, and I thought I could continue. But the doorbell wouldn’t stop, and I knew that whatever moment there had been was long gone now. With how persistent it was, I knew that it could only be one person.

The sound of the repetitive doorbell slowly began to rouse Quinn. I watched as her eyebrows knitted ever so slightly, and she frowned before turning over, her body moving. She looked adorable as she tried to hide from the sounds, even dipping her head under the covers before she finally gave in.

Her eyes opened and I looked into them. There was something about looking into her eyes that immediately gave me an erection, as bad as that sounded. Her eyes were just so beautiful and unique, although I could have been a bit biased, considering that I had slept with her the night before.

“What’s happening?” she asked me, her voice tired and lazy. She sounded completely exhausted and tired. Then she looked at me with shock in her eyes. Quinn sat up quickly, using the blanket to cover her body. “I’m naked,” she stated, and she sounded a bit skeptical. “And you’re naked, and we…”

“Had sex?” I finished for her. “Yes, we did. How do you feel?”

“Good,” she answered quickly, her lips perked in a smile. “Really good.”

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