The Beast's Nanny (The Nannies)

She drew in a breath, shocked by how enraged she’d become. Tears filled her eyes because she hated violence. “Don’t ever call or refer to me as a whore. How dare you! You’re right, you did take me, and this wasn’t a choice, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. I’m not with you for any other reason than because I want to be.” She shook her head and stepped back. “I have never given you a reason to talk to me like that.”

Staring at the door, all she wanted was the sanctity of being alone. She moved toward it.

“Don’t leave,” he said.

She froze with her hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. If she had any sense, she’d leave right now.

“Grace.” He sighed and she glanced behind her to see he stood with his palms still flat on the desk. “Don’t leave. I … I have a lot to deal with. Not that it’s any excuse. It’s not. Far from it.” He ran a hand down his face. “You know my sister was murdered.”

She nodded. Pressing her back against the door, she watched as he moved around the desk and sat down on the edge.

“I never found the man responsible. He’s the one who shot this house up. Organized it at least. The men I captured didn’t have a fucking clue who he was either.” He laughed. “I thought I had him today. I went to his apartment, but it wasn’t him.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No.”

“Then what was it?” she asked.

“An empty apartment with a single cell phone. I talked to him. That was it. I got to talk to him, and he threatened you and James.”

She gasped, putting a hand in front of her mouth. “No.”

“Yes. He threatened to rape you and to kill James.”

She saw how he gripped the edge of the desk. Rather than stay at the door, she moved toward him. He opened his thighs and she stepped between. “I won’t let anything happen to him.”

“Grace, with all due respect, I can’t find this man, and you know who I am. What chance do you think you have?”

“I may look weak, but I’m here, aren’t I? I’m still fighting to live another day, and if anyone even tries to hurt James, I’ll fucking hurt them.”

He chuckled and she did as well. “You sound cute when you cuss.”

“I wasn’t going for cute.” She cupped his face, running her thumb across his lips then sliding her hands into his hair. “You don’t have to worry about me, or about James.”

He cupped her hips, pulling her even closer.

Sex was the last thing on her mind, but with how he glided the tips of his fingers down her arm, it made her think about how good it would be to have him inside her.

“It’s my responsibility to take care of you both, and it’s what I’m going to do. No questions asked.” He moved his hands to cup her ass and she gasped. “You’re so very sensitive.”

She closed her eyes as he pressed his face against her neck, breathing her in. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“I’m still angry at you.”

“Then still be angry at me. I don’t care. What I want, though, is you naked.”

“Caleb?”

He nipped at her neck and any protest left her. He set her pulse racing as he slowly pushed his fingers beneath the band of her jeans and started to lower them. He didn’t get far as the moment they met her hips, they weren’t moving anywhere. Caleb let out a growl, but he clearly wasn’t a man to be deterred as he began to work the button and zipper to finally get the fabric over her hips, forcing them down until it pooled on the floor.

“There, that’s better.” He cupped between her thighs, touching her through her panties, and she moaned his name.

He swallowed her cries as he pushed her panties between her slit, pressing against her slit. She knew she should fight him some more. He was using sex to distract her, but right now, she didn’t care. Let him use sex. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“Are you wet for me?” He nudged her panties out of the way and his finger slid inside her.

She gasped his name.

“You’re wet, but you’re not soaking, and that’s exactly how I want you.” He got off the desk and made her stand, legs wide. He tore her panties from her body. That wasn’t a surprise to her. He always seemed to be trying to get her naked. She couldn’t complain, not really. She wanted him naked. “Tell me if you want me to stop, baby.”

“No, I don’t want you to.” He pushed two fingers inside her at her response, making her cry out and moan.

“Fuck!” She screamed the word and he laughed.