The Biker's Nanny

He moved and suddenly the book was out of her hands and he pulled her from the bed. She didn’t fight him as she stared into his green eyes. There wasn’t anything about him that she didn’t find attractive. She loved how shockingly green his eyes were, the fact he had grey hair at his temples, and even all of his ink.

“You jealous, baby?” he asked.

“No. Of course not.” She scoffed at the mere idea of it, feeling like such a fucking liar as she spoke.

He smiled. “So, you don’t have a problem with the thought of another woman touching me.” He placed her hand on his chest. “Or another woman getting me hard.” He moved her hand to his dick.

He wasn’t small by any means.

Gripping his length, she knew he was going to hurt her when he entered her. She hoped he fit.

Licking her dry lips, she was mesmerized by his voice.

“Do you like the idea of another woman stripping me naked? Taking my cock in her mouth? Sucking it to the back of her throat so she gags on it?”

“Stop it,” she said.

He banded an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, trapping her hand between their bodies. She couldn’t look away from him though.

“I’m a lot of things, Jasmine. I’ve done a lot of shit to protect me and mine. But I can promise you, I’ll never, ever step out on you. No other woman will suck my cock or ride my dick. The only mouth, pussy, and ass I’m going to know is yours.” His other hand cupped her cheek. He ran a thumb ran across her bottom lip and slid it inside. “Fuck me, baby, I’m going to love every second of this.”

She held onto his cock, rubbing him.

This was so wrong.

She could lose her job.

It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s touch.

As he claimed her lips, she gave in to this need curling inside her. She didn’t want to fight him or these feelings anymore.

It had only been a day, not even a full twenty-four hours, but from what Renee had told her about those other women, she wasn’t happy with him being alone with them. She didn’t want him to find his pleasure there, but to come to her.

He broke the kiss, and she whimpered, not wanting him to stop. His lips were at her ear, and she moaned.

“I’m going to stop now, but remember, I won’t unless you tell me otherwise.” He pressed a kiss to her head and took a step back.

Staring at him, she couldn’t stop panting.

Her pussy was on fire and her nipples so hard.

“What’s it going to be, Jasmine?”

She loved her job so much.

They don’t have to know.

This was so wrong.

She wasn’t a naughty girl.

Never had been.

All of her life, she’d followed the rules. Done everything by the book.

Hawk was everything that went against the book. He didn’t follow any rules.

It was all his own way or no way.

Biting her lip, she stared down the length of his body. Even in a pair of jeans, she saw the ridge of his dick. How hard he was pressing against the front of his jeans. It was too much temptation.

Staring into his eyes, she gripped the edge of her shirt, ignoring the bite of pain in her shoulder as she lifted it over her head and put it to the floor. Wriggling out of his boxer briefs, she stood before him naked.

He was the first man to see her completely naked in a very long time.

She was so nervous.

This was incredibly wild for her.

Stepping close to him, she placed a hand on his stomach.

“This doesn’t mean I’m your old lady,” she said.

He gripped her hips before running his hands up and down her back.

“You want to be my whore for the night?”

She wrinkled her nose. “No, I want to belong to you. I just … I’m scared of what it all means. I want this with you, Hawk. I’m just don’t want you to throw me away when you realize I’m no good at this.”

“There’s no way you’re not good at this. I’m ready to fucking explode now,” he said. He gripped her ass and thrust his cock against her stomach. “You feel that. There’s no way that anyone who makes me that hard is going to be bad at it.”

She wanted to believe him.

“Are you sure about this? Once I start, there’s no backing down.”

“I don’t want you to back down.” She was ready for this. “I’m all yours, Hawk. Do whatever you want with me.”

To Jasmine, that sounded so incredibly dirty, and she was ready. So ready.

Chapter Seven

Jasmine was so fucking curvy and ripe, her tits so large they filled his hands and spilled over. She had a curved-in waist, flared hips, and thick thighs that were designed to have a man fuck her hard.