A Nanny for Christmas

There was shyness there, along with more than a hint of bravado. I think she was trying to look confident, but she still seemed unsure. “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to take you to my huge, empty bed, where I can make you feel good?” I bent my head to bring my lips close to hers, but didn’t kiss her. Yet. “Do you want me to sink inside you and shatter that innocence, or should I send you to your own empty bed without me?”

She stared at me with wide eyes for a long moment, and I could see her mind racing as she came to a decision. I held my breath, but I knew what her answer would be as soon as she relaxed against me.

“I want you, Ben.”

With a harsh groan, I bent my head to kiss her with all the passion I’d been holding inside. Her mouth soon softened under the onslaught of my lips against hers. I threaded my fingers through her brown locks and anchored her against me, not willing to risk the possibility of either one of us coming to our senses. Instead, I seduced her with long kisses and slow strokes of my other hand up and down the side of her body until I was certain she couldn’t think at all, let alone think about changing her mind.

I slid my hand under the hem of her sweater to explore the tender skin underneath. My fingers brushed her soft flesh, and she moaned as she writhed against me. Her mouth never left mine as my fingers managed to slip inside, moving slowly down her belly. When I stroked her pussy through her panties she moaned as she kissed me.

With a growl, I broke the kiss, wanting to see her expression as I fingered her. “Has anyone ever touched you like this?”

Lindsay shook her head, her eyes closed as she threw back her head. It left a tempting expanse of neck bared to me, and I couldn’t resist the urge to suck and nibble on her throat as my finger moved down her wet slit, gliding easily over the panties. I was certain she’d have a hickey in the morning, but I didn’t stop sucking her neck. I wanted her to wear my mark, to have proof that she was mine.

That made me pull away. It was a dangerous thought, and I couldn’t risk it. She was mine tonight, but that’s all it could be.

She opened her eyes as my fingers hesitated. Seeing confusion starting to appear, I shoved aside my doubts and slipped my finger under the side of her panties. She was warm and wet, and from that point all I could think about was sinking my cock inside her wet slit.

Her gaze didn’t leave mine as I stroked her with gradually increasing pressure. She bucked against my hand and grasped the walls of the elevator when I slid a second finger inside her. Lindsay pressed against the wall and splayed her legs, opening for me, and I murmured sounds of encouragement for her as my cock jumped and strained against my pants.

She was so tight and wet that I could barely slip two fingers inside her now, and I did so cautiously. I didn’t want to hurt her. Just get her ready for my cock. The cries she made would have told anyone outside the car what was going on, but I didn’t care. I’d pressed the “close door” button, but had never bothered to select a floor. We were playing with fire, and any of the tenants could call for the elevator at any time, but we certainly wouldn’t be the first couple who’d been fucking in this elevator. I sometimes thought the guy who’d designed Imperial had put in this elevator for this exact purpose.

She started to tremble and pitched forward. I caught her, supporting her weight in my arms as her spasming pussy clenched around my fingers. Lindsay was breathing harshly and shaking, and her cream coated my fingers. I held her as the pleasure shook her before helping her to her feet. I replaced her sweater on that creamy shoulder and made sure she was watching me when I brought my fingers to my mouth to lick off her essence. “Shall we go to my room now?”

She just nodded, leaning weakly against the elevator as I pressed the button to whisk us to the sixty-sixth floor. My cock was so hard I didn’t think it would take more than a couple of strokes inside her to come, and I took advantage of the break to regain some control. The last thing I wanted was to rush things. I wanted to savor my first—and only—night with the woman in front of me.

CHAPTER 10

LINDSAY

I followed Ben into his apartment, not meeting Margot’s eyes as she spoke to him quietly. It would be weird to linger and wait for him, so I climbed the stairs to check on Elle. She was deeply asleep as I’d expected, and with no sign of the nightmares that sometimes woke her. She would sleep through until morning, most likely.

Which meant I had the whole night with Ben. Did I want that? A pulse in my pussy so strong it almost knocked me over said I did, but I was still afraid to completely give in. I was shocked that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but not dumb enough to think he’d be risking his heart when he took me to bed. That problem was all mine, and I’d be better off avoiding it.

I should do the right thing and go straight to bed. He likely wouldn’t follow me, and it would send a clear message that I didn’t want to go further. That I regretted what we’d already done.

Except I didn’t.

I had no remorse. I wanted to be with him. I’d probably feel differently after the evening was over, and maybe I’d wish I hadn’t slept with him, but I was sure if I didn’t go to him now I’d regret it even more.

When he opened Elle’s door a few minutes later, I’d made up my mind. “She’s out like a light.”

“No nightmares?”

I shook my head. “I doubt she’ll wake up at all tonight.”

His slow, sensual smile spoke volumes. “That’s good, because I plan to be up all night.”

I didn’t have to ask doing what, and I took his hand when he extended it. “Me too.”

Ben led me down the hall to his room, and the bed was just as huge as he’d promised. I got a brief glimpse of the luxurious décor of taupe and silver, but my attention quickly went from the room to him when he removed his suit jacket. Watching him undress sent a shiver down my spine, and I balled my hands to keep from reaching out to help him. I wanted to watch everything.

He cocked a brow at me. “Do you plan to wear that all night?”

I shook my head, slowly reaching for the hem of my dress. I pulled it over my head. as quickly as possible, not wanting to miss a moment. He was soon bare to the waist, and as I slid my tights down my legs and stepped out of them, I kept my eyes on his body.

His shoes came off next, and I was sure he was purposely teasing me as he took his time with them. It gave me an excellent opportunity to check out his body. He was perfect. His muscles were taut and well defined, not an ounce of fat. This was no dad-bod.

My gaze went straight to the bulge that stretched the front of his boxer briefs, and I swallowed. It was bigger than I’d expected, though I shouldn’t be surprised to find he was gifted. He seemed blessed in every other physical department. Still, the size was a little frightening, and I looked up at him uncertainly.