The Nanny Trap

When he bent to kiss her, her lips were parted and waiting. All his anger and doubts about this being the right thing for any of them vanished as he pulled her breath into his lungs and claimed her mouth. Her soft moan unleashed the fierce hunger he’d been holding back all day. She belonged in his arms. In his bed. He turned his back on logic and sent his palms gliding along her curves.

She rose onto her toes and tunneled her fingers into his hair. The hot, urgent dance of her tongue with his said that she’d missed him.

“Make love to me, Blake.”

He needed no further urging. Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her from the nursery. His room was a few steps down the hall, but his impatience to have her naked beneath him made his bed seem a lot farther away. The mattress yielded beneath their combined weight. Bella sighed as he stripped off her shirt and set his mouth against her throat. Her fingers worked at his buttons, their progress unsteady. Then it was his turn to groan as she spread the edges of his shirt wide and coasted her palms along his skin. She skimmed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He tossed the garment aside and bent to glide his tongue along the lacy border of her bra.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, grazing his teeth against her tight nipple.

She gasped. “Do that again.”

He complied with a smile. Her hips moved restlessly as he teased her through the bra’s thin fabric. Once again he was captivated by how responsive she was to his touch. He kissed his way down her flat stomach, the muscles quivering beneath his lips, to the waistband of her pants. Moving with deliberate intent, he unfastened the button and slid down the zipper. She raised her hips as he applied downward pressure to the material. In seconds she lay before him clad only in her underwear.

Blake paused to admire her delectable curves and long legs before stripping out of his pants and returning naked to slip between Bella’s legs. With his erection sandwiched between them, Blake enjoyed the torment of her hands as she coasted her palms over his back and butt. He caught her hips and rolled them until he lay on his back with her on top of him.

Setting her palms on his shoulder, she pushed into a sitting position. For a long moment she stared down at him, her expression a study in wonder as she acclimatized herself to this new position. Then she trailed her fingers over his chest, taking a long moment to tease his nipp**les until they tightened in delight. Beneath her his erection jumped. She grinned.

“You like that,” she said.

“I like everything you do to me.”

“I haven’t done much.” She looked him over. “You pretty much take me by storm every time we make love.”

“Tonight it can be lady’s choice.” He’d gladly surrender himself to her hands.

She hummed, considering. “Well, if that’s the case…”

With a sly smile, she lowered her torso, placed her elbows on either side of his head and kissed him with rising passion. Her position offered Blake the perfect access to the most sensitive places on her body. Imitating what she’d done to him earlier, he eased his palms down her back, paying homage to each inch of silky skin and every bump of spine. Anticipation had rubbed him raw by the time he curved his fingers over the soft mounds of her backside. He stroked his fingertips along the seam between her butt**ocks and felt her shudder as he grazed down the heat between her thighs.

She’d soaked through the fabric, as aroused as he by their foreplay. Her hips shifted in rhythm to his light touch while her breath rushed in and out of her lungs. She pushed back until she could glare down at him.

“This is supposed to be my turn,” she reminded him, her voice unsteady.

“You can’t seriously expect me to just lie here and take it.” He watched her bite her lip as he slipped his finger beneath her underwear.

Reaching back, she seized his hands and pinned them to the mattress. “That’s exactly what I expect.”

“For how long?”

She considered the clock on his nightstand. “Half an hour?”

“Three minutes,” he suggested, convinced that was all he could bear.

“Fifteen.”

The urge to drive up inside her and feel her tight walls close around him would overtake him long before that. “Four.”

His counteroffer wasn’t to her liking. Her expression grew stern. “When negotiating you’re supposed to meet the other party halfway.”

“That’s not how I made my millions.”

“Ten.”

“Five.”

She nodded. “Five.” And then she reached up and unfastened her bra. It flew across the room and before it landed, she’d settled her mouth over one of his nipples. The hot, wet tug shot a bolt of lust straight to his groin. Blake gathered two handfuls of sheet as a groan erupted from his throat.