Alien Architect Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 1)

The pleasure was building inside her, swirling like a storm.

Ra’as’s purr grew deeper, and she could feel a slight sting of his teeth grazing against her neck.

“Mr. Drayven?” She didn’t recognize her own voice. It was low and needy.

Instantly he pulled back.

She felt like she had been pushed out into a snowstorm without the heat of his big body embracing hers.

She blinked up at him, still dazed with lust.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

He turned from her, head down.

“We can’t do this,” he said darkly as he walked away.

A moment later, she was alone in the kitchen again, equal parts aroused and confused.

The only evidence that anything had happened at all was the rapid drumbeat of her poor heart.