Make Me Yours

“It’s me… Remi. I’d like to talk to you if that’s okay?”

The door opens halfway, and I have to catch my breath. She’s wearing a silky green robe, and possibly nothing else. Her hair is down, hanging in long waves around her shoulders, and she’s fucking sexy as hell.

My stomach tightens, and all I can think of is touching her, sliding my hands all over her skin, cupping her breasts and rolling her tight nipples between my fingers.

“Is everything okay?” She’s speaking just above a whisper, and I’m reminded my daughter is down the hall.

“Yeah, I wanted to… I…” What do I want?

I want to pick up where we left off Monday night. I want to kiss her hard and back her into the room, lay her on the bed, and spread her thighs. I want to lose myself in her, tasting her, teasing her, then plunging deep, feeling her break around me as she comes apart, screaming my name.

“Sorry. I’ve just been thinking.” Obsessing about you all week is more accurate. I clear my throat, passing a hand over my mouth. “Remember Monday, when we were talking, you said something about your dad—how he made you second-guess yourself?”

“Oh.” Her shoulders drop. She seems to relax, taking a step back, into her room. “Yes, my father excelled at that. We have something in common. My dad was the first person to shelve my artistic aspirations.”

Her wry tone makes me relax, and I step inside, closing the door and putting my back to it.

So we don’t wake Lillie, of course.

“You shouldn’t let that happen. You’re an amazing artist. I think you should do whatever you want. Trust your instincts.”

The hint of a smile is on her lips. “I trusted my instincts coming here. Then I proceeded to showcase all my poor decision-making skills.”

That makes me frown. “I haven’t seen you make a poor decision yet.”

“I’ve made a couple. I made one Monday night.” Her eyes meet mine, and her voice is quiet. “I should never have kissed you. I’m so sorry. It was so unprofessional.”

Now it’s my turn to smile. She says it like she’s confessin

g a major sin, not a simple kiss.

Okay, that kiss was not simple.

It was fucking hot as sin, and I want to do it again and again.

If she’s onboard with all the kissing, of course.

“I’m not holding it against you.” Pushing off the door, I close the space between us. “I was worried when you left that night. You said something about me ruining everything? What were you talking about?”

“It wasn’t fair of me to say that. Especially since it’s all been me being irresponsible and acting inappropriately. You haven’t done anything.”

I reach out to touch the side of her cheek. “What have you done that’s inappropriate?”

She takes a step back, and she’s against the wall. “Nothing yet… It’s more the potential is there, and I can’t… mess this up. I have things I want to do, debts to pay, and I’d like to get my own place, maybe get recertified in a different field.”

“I think all of that sounds great, except the part about getting your own place.” My chest feels tight, and I wonder again if she’s leaving us after a month. “Don’t you like it here?”

“Of course! It’s a beautiful house, and this room is gorgeous.” She motions around the beige bedroom, which I notice she has not decorated. “You’ve been so generous to me. I hope I’m meeting your expectations. As a nanny, I mean.”

Is she kidding me? Doesn’t she see how amazing she is? How much Lillie loves her?

“You’ve exceeded my expectations. You’re an amazing nanny. I don’t know how I could’ve found someone any better.”

A genuine smile curls her lips. “Thanks. I’m kind of still learning, but Lillie makes it easy.” Her chin drops and she glances up at me with those eyes. “So do you. You’re a great boss.”

The way she looks up at me, standing there in that robe with her pretty hair all around her shoulders, her pink lips making me remember how soft they are when I take them… I slide my hand in my pocket, doing my best to ease the rising pressure in my dick.

“Good.” I focus on her words—I’m her boss. “I should go.”