Single Dad's Surrogate: A Billionaire's Baby and Nanny Romance

He watched her leave and managed to catch the perfect view of her backside. The opening in the blanket had parted, giving him a direct shot of her ass. The glow from the television put off enough light so that he could see it perfectly. He watched for a moment, admiring the way her cheeks moved underneath her panties. Then he forced himself to look away.

What am I doing? he thought. I shouldn't look at her like that. I mean sure, she's obviously good-looking and almost naked and I'm a straight man, but still. I need to stay professional here.

“Come here, sleepy head,” Wyatt whispered to Maggie, as he carefully lifted her from the couch.

She stirred in her sleep and let out a groan, as if to tell him that she didn't want to be woken up.

“I'm just going to take you up to your bed, okay?” he asked.

“Errrr.” Maggie groaned again, resting her head onto his shoulder. Wyatt just smiled as he held his daughter close. He knew that she wouldn't be this small forever and cherished every moment he had with her as though it was his last.

Wyatt grabbed the stuffed elephant that was on the couch with his free hand.

This is new, he thought, looking at the toy. Lily must have bought this for her. How sweet is that?

As quietly as possible, he walked through the living room and made his way upstairs. He knew that Maggie had completely asleep again, because of how heavy she felt as she relaxed into his shoulder. He gently pushed her bedroom door open and stepped inside. Without turning the light on, he got Maggie under the covers and tucked her in. Then he placed the stuffed elephant in front of her, draping her arm around it so that she could hold it through the night.

He sat there for a moment and just watched her. An overwhelming feeling of pride swelled in his chest as he gazed at his daughter.

God, she's growing up so fast. It's like I look away for ten minutes and she's gotten bigger, he thought. It might just be wishful thinking, but I swear she's genuinely happier when Lily is around, too. All I know is that it's nice to see my little girl with a smile on her face again. Having Lily stay here is turning out to be one of the best decisions I've ever made.

Wyatt slowly stood up from the bed and tiptoed his way out of the room. He left the door open just a crack like always and headed toward his bedroom. As soon as he laid down and relaxed, an image flashed into his mind. He had told himself to ignore it a few minutes before, but now it was prominent. He couldn't shake the way Lily had looked in her panties. It was right there, at the forefront of his mind. Never before had he been one to have a photographic memory, but clearly this was something he wanted to remember.

Man, she looked good, he thought. I guess it's been a while since I've had sex. Over a year, actually. Maybe longer. Still, though, I'm well aware of what a beautiful woman looks like and Lily definitely fits the bill.

He played the scene over and over again in his mind. It was like a movie on repeat, starting from the moment he'd gotten back home from the gala. He closed his eyes and walked through the entire thing, imagining that he was there again.

In his mind's eye, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside, making his way into the living room. When he walked in, Lily was about to pick Maggie up from the couch. She stood up straight and that was when he noticed she was only wearing a t-shirt and panties. The outfit left very little to the imagination.

Her breasts, supple and firm, looked like they were about to burst out of her white shirt. The material must have been quite thin, because he could even see her pink nipples underneath, despite the fact that the room had been dimly lit. His eyes went down her body, and he noticed her perfectly toned stomach. She even had those lines of her hips, the ones that guided his eyes even further down toward her panties.

Those freaking panties, he thought. Was she trying to turn me on? If so, she did a good job.

Wyatt laid there in his bed and felt his cock begin to grow firm. He chose to ignore it, though, despite the fact that all he really wanted to do right then was to jerk off.

I've got to stay professional, though, he thought to himself. Lily is an employee of mine right now. I can't think of her like this. Plus, it's not like she dressed like that on purpose for me. It was a total accident. I wasn't even meant to see that.

Still, despite trying to talk himself out of it, all Wyatt could focus on was the way her mound looked under the front of her white panties. He imagined how tight she was and how wet she could get. The thought made his cock grow even harder.

She's just so much different than when I first met her, he thought, rolling over in his bed to face the window. Lily isn't the girl that she used to be. She is so much different than when Caroline and I first hired her. She's changed so much in the past five years. I guess I never really noticed until tonight. It's just so damn obvious. She's a woman now. A woman in every sense of the word.

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bsp; Wyatt sat up in his bed and shook his head. He was trying to shake the image of Lily's nearly-naked body out of his mind. It only worked for a moment, though, because he suddenly remembered when she'd walked out of the living room with that blanket pressed to her front.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “That was pretty damn sexy. I can't deny it.”

The way she'd wrapped that blanket over her front, created a wide opening in the back. It left the perfect view of her butt as she walked away. Her perfectly firm ass cheeks moved up and down with each step. Her panties had even rode up a bit into her crack, which revealed more flesh.

Wyatt couldn't help but to wonder what it would be like to peel those panties off to reveal that toned ass of hers. He didn't want to be thinking like this, but for some reason, he couldn't stop it. It was as though something had taken over his mind. He dick throbbed underneath his underwear and once again, he was tempted to pull it out and jerk off, just to relieve himself.

“No, no, no,” Wyatt said. He walked over to his bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face.

What are you doing, Wyatt? He asked himself, as he looked into the bathroom mirror. This ends here. No more thinking about Lily in that way. Not just because she's your nanny right now and not even because she was the surrogate mother of Maggie. No, you can't think like this about her because your wife is dead. Caroline is dead and you're here, alive and well, imagining what some twenty-six year old girl would look like naked. It's just not fair to Caroline.

He splashed some more cold water on his face and it actually did seem to help, at least a little bit. It was either that, or the sudden guilt about having these kind of thoughts about another woman while hid wife was dead. Either way, his cock slowly relaxed in his underwear, allowing him to take his mind off of the sexual desire that had been haunting him for the past few minutes.

He sighed, and slipped out of his clothes. He got completely naked in front of the mirror and then hopped into the shower. A cold shower. The icy water splashed on his skin. It only took a few seconds, though, before he was used to the temperature. After that, it actually started to feel kind of good.