Sharing Their Nanny (The Nannies)

After their cookies, Raine cleaned away the dishes and checked on the hot pot she had in the oven. It was cooked to perfection.

She set the table, and Dylan was first downstairs. He put his hands on her waist as she tried to reach the wine glass for Max.

“I’ve got it.” He was so close.

The scent of him surrounded her. Why did she have to react to his smell or his presence? Her nipples tightened and her pussy went slick.

Jerking back, she gasped. He was so close that as she tried to move, her ass pressed against his pelvis and she became aware of two things. One, he had a very big cock, and two, he was aroused.

His arm banded around her waist, keeping her in place, and she gasped again.

“Whoa, be careful, Raine.” His lips were against her ear, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes.

Teeth sinking against her lip, she held back a moan that threatened to escape, but it was next to impossible.

Dylan slid his palm across her stomach, and there was something in the action that made her melt. She didn’t know what he did, or how he did it.

“Raine?”

“I … er … I have to go,” she said.

He didn’t release her.

This was embarrassing.

He leaned in close so his lips were right next to her ear. “I know you can feel me, Raine.”

“You’re my boss.”

“I’m not telling you as your boss. I’m telling you as a man.”

Time seemed to stand still.

Dylan ran his hands up her body, resting them just beneath her breasts. The sane part of her brain wasn’t working. The part of her brain that wanted to make a whole bunch of bad decisions was in complete control, and she sank her teeth into her lip, trying to do anything to make herself work properly.

Nothing worked.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

She didn’t want to. Why would she want him to stop? She’d been dreaming of his touch for so long, and he was so close, the temptation was too hard to deny.

You’re their nanny.

This is wrong.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

But it feels so good.

She had stopped feeling desirable a long time ago. Dylan’s arousal, like the two men, had awakened a need within her. A need that she had kept hidden for so long even with her ex-boyfriend. He’d never known the desires she craved. He had never been able to handle her level of need.

His lips brushed across her neck, and Raine whimpered.

“I know you want me, Raine. I know you need me.”

“Please,” she said.

“Please, what? Stop? Continue. Tell me what you want,” he said.

It would be so easy to give in to him, to finally expel these feelings she’d kept locked up inside. She had no doubt it would cost her this job.

“What’s going on here?” Max asked.

Chapter Two

Max was very much aware of what was going on, but he hated seeing the guilty look on Raine’s face. She had never looked so beautiful than when Dylan had started to tease her. He’d seen the glint in her eyes, the fire dancing within them, almost begging to be fucked.

Raine pulled away from Dylan. “There’s some laundry I need to do. Please excuse me.”

He didn’t try to stop her but allowed her to make her escape.

Dylan growled as he spun around. “You couldn’t have waited five minutes?”

“The fact it had to take you any time at all is a scary fucking thought. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of letting our little nanny know that I wanted her. You may be happy to live your life watching from the sidelines, but I’m not. It won’t take long for another man to know how fucking precious she is, and in the next breath, she’d be gone.”

Just the thought had Max tensing. No other man was ever going to be allowed to touch her. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “That won’t happen.”

“It will if we just sit idly by.” Dylan ran fingers through his hair. “I need a drink. Dinner is on the table.”

Dylan left the room, and Max sighed, seeing the food on the countertop, waiting to go into the dining room. He grabbed a pair of oven mitts and carried the hot pot through to the dining room. Two more place settings were set up, and Max, like always, took the head spot. After popping the cork on the bottle of wine, he poured out three glassfuls. He’d never seen Raine drink, as she often opted for tea, coffee, water, or a hot chocolate.

Opening the lid on the hot pot, he leaned in and took a deep inhale. The scents smelled amazing, and his stomach chose that moment to growl.

Grabbing a serving spoon, he served himself a generous portion. Before Raine lived with them, he often had takeout, which he ate sparingly. This food though, was too good to pass up. With his bowl full, he took a seat, grabbed his wine glass, and sipped. He’d never been a connoisseur when it came to wine. He only ever purchased what he liked. With the wine’s taste teasing along his tastebuds, he picked up his knife and fork and started to eat.