The Mafia's Virgin Nanny

He licked her pussy, got his rocks off, and nothing else.

Didn’t it lead to sex?

Did she even want sex?

Why the hell was she sitting in the library with Caesar crawling around, thinking about the man who’d gotten her off? He probably had a whole host of women crawling in and out of his bed, begging to be his plaything.

The last thing she wanted to do was to be his play anything.

She’d never even thought about Alonzo as anything other than her boss.

Now, it was like he’d crawled under her skin and she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was there all the time, and even as she smiled down at Caesar, who slapped her leg with one of his toys, Alonzo stayed there.

“Ah, I see you escaped here,” Michele said, entering the room.

Tessa looked up at the other nanny, who looked pissed off. “It’s where we always go.”

“And do what? Sit, watching him drool.” Michele dropped down to the floor as if she was in trouble.

“Why did you take the job as a nanny if you can’t stand kids?” she asked.

“Please, the pay is amazing. Besides, getting one of the made men or even a solider would be a step up in this world.”

“That’s what you’re after, a guy?”

“Yep. I want to be taken care of. Working sucks. I don’t want to scrub all my life for nothing at the end of it. If I’ve got to suck a bit of cock to get ahead in this world, I got no problem with that. Most women give it up for free. Me, I just want a little something at the end of it.” Michele laughed. “Don’t look so shocked, Tessa. Maybe you should spread those legs of yours and see what you can get. A virgin like you would get a pretty penny around here.”

“No, thank you.” She felt sick.

“You’re too much of a prude. That’s what Alonzo wants from you though. I bet he just wants to be the guy to get your cherry. To fuck you nice and hard and make you bleed as he does.”

“Shut up,” Tessa said.

“What are you going to do about it? I’m not going anywhere, Tessa. You think you can fuck the boss, get what you want. I’m not going to let you do that.”

“You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” She got to her feet and started to pick up Caesar’s toys.

“I know he came to your room last night. I heard the moans right outside your door. You act like you’re all sweet and innocent, and you may be a virgin, but deep down, you’re a slut. You’re desperate for cock.”

“I don’t like the way you’re talking in front of Caesar. Clean your mouth out or stop talking.” She picked Caesar up.

“You better watch your step, Tessa. I know who you are, and you’re going down.”

Tessa’s heart raced as she left the library. Caesar started to fidget in her arms, and she just needed to get out of the house.

Michele’s words kept ringing inside her head, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make them stop. She walked to the front of the house where one of the guards stood watch. His name was Liam, and she explained she wanted to take Caesar out. Within a matter of minutes, she had Caesar dressed and ready for a walk. Being his nanny, she had the responsibility of taking him out, feeding him, and knowing when to put him down for a nap, bathe him, everything.

She loved kids so much, and she hadn’t even realized how much until she started to care for Caesar.

Even with Liam and another guard at her back, she drowned out their footsteps as they followed her.

They lived not too far from a park. It was a small one but offered a walkway for anyone who wanted to take some time away with a small play area for kids. She found it easier for her to think there.

Of course, it reminded her of the park where her parents always took her when she was growing up. She’d often sit on the swings with her father behind her, pushing her. He always told her to fly, to reach for the stars, to never let anything get her down.

Once inside the park, it was easier to drown out the two men. A couple of women gave her weird looks, but again, she ignored them. Pushing Caesar past the play area where a couple of kids were playing in the sand pit, she got onto the pathway and just started walking. This, to her, was better than any running machine. She got the fresh air and the feeling of actually going somewhere.

She didn’t like Michele or her accusation, not one bit. She’d been working with the other woman for a year now, and there was just no getting past how … horrid the woman was.