Nanny for the Don: Chapter 7

Without thinking, I grab a tissue from the nearby desk and clean myself off, my mind still reeling. When I turn back to her, I’m struck by how insanely sexy she looks laid out on the table—completely naked, her legs still spread from where I just had her. Her skin is flushed, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on her toned body. Her breasts are full, nipples still hard from my touch, and the curve of her waist flows perfectly into the swell of her hips. Every inch of her is pure temptation, and all I can think about is being back inside her.

But the fact that she was a virgin is a shock.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She meets my gaze, biting her lip, and then says, “I thought it might make things awkward and make you want to stop.”

I pause, taking in her words. . She’s got a point. “You’re right. I would’ve wanted to make your first time more special.”

She shakes her head, giving me a look that’s both determined and a little playful. “It was special. For me, at least.” Her words hang in the air, full of certainty. Then she asks, a challenge in her eyes, “Do you want to stop?”

I chuckle, the sound low and full of desire. “Hell, no,” I say, moving closer, my hand sliding up her thigh. “Stopping is the last thing I want.”

I’m still hard as hell, the need to be inside her again almost overwhelming. I want to make her come again and again, to show her just how good this can be.

“Good. I want more. I want everything.”

“Come down from there,” I command. “And get on all fours.”

She obeys, moving down onto the floor, her body gliding gracefully as she gets into position. She glances back at me with an impossibly sexy look, her eyes full of anticipation and desire. The sight of her naked and ready on all fours, her ass perfectly round and inviting, sends a fresh wave of lust crashing through me.

Her back arches beautifully, and I take a moment to appreciate every curve of her body, from the dip of her waist to the roundness of her hips, the way her wetness glistens between her legs.

I move behind her, dropping to my knees and positioning myself at her entrance. “Are you ready?” I ask, my voice thick with need.

She nods, her voice breathless. “Yes.”

I slowly enter her, filling her inch by inch, the tightness of her body gripping me in a way that’s almost too good to handle.

I start slow, thrusting into her from behind, savoring the way her pussy grips me with every movement. Her body adjusts, her moans growing louder as I build speed, and the sound is pure music to my ears. I lean over her, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust.

The sound of my balls slapping against her ripe ass turns me on even more.

‘You feel so fucking good, Willow,’ I growl, my voice thick with desire. ‘So tight. I could do this all night.’

She moans in response, her confidence growing as she pushes back against me, meeting my rhythm. Her body is perfect—her ass bouncing with every thrust, her back arching beautifully, and her skin flushed with pleasure. Her moans turn into needy whimpers, and I know she’s getting close again.

‘I want you to come for me,’ I command, my voice deep and authoritative.. ‘ Now.’

Her breath hitches, and then she’s there, her body tightening around me as she comes, her back arching as waves of pleasure ripple through her. The sight of her losing herself to the orgasm, her body shaking and her moans spilling out uncontrollably, almost pushes me over the edge, but I hold back. I’m not done with her yet.

As she recovers, I flip her over onto her back, positioning myself above her. I don’t waste a second—I thrust back into her, hard and deep, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. My tongue invades her mouth, and she moans into me, her hands gripping my shoulders as I take control again. Every part of her is mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

I slide into her again and again, this time slow and deep, letting her feel every inch of me. Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a soft gasp as I fill her completely.

I lean in close, my voice a low growl in her ear. ‘You like that? You like how deep I’m going?’ I ask, my breath hot against her skin.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice full of need.

I keep the rhythm slow, deliberate, teasing her with every thrust. ‘I want to come inside you, Willow. You want that?’

She nods, her eyes dark with desire. ‘I want to come with you. One more time.’

I grip her hips, angling myself just right, bringing her to the edge again. Her moans become desperate, her nails digging into my back as I push her closer and closer to the brink. When I feel her tightening around me, right at that peak, I let go, thrusting deep and hard as she falls over the edge.

The sensation of her coming around me, her body clenching in rhythmic waves, is enough to send me into my own release. I come hard, the pleasure hitting me like a freight train, hot and intense.

Every pulse of her orgasm pulls me deeper, and I feel myself emptying inside her, the connection between us more raw and real than anything I’ve ever experienced.

We finish together, bodies trembling, breath mingling. When it’s over, I scoop her up, holding her close, her body fitting perfectly against mine. She curls up next to me, her head resting on my chest, and I can’t help but notice how strangely right it all feels. As if this is exactly where we’re both meant to be.

We lay there in silence for a while, her body warm and soft against mine. I’m torn, my mind running wild. I love the way she feels, the way she looks nestled against me, and the sex… it was fucking incredible.

I know, even now, that the memory of her underneath me, her eyes full of desire, is something that’ll be burned into my mind forever.

She shifts, rolling onto her side to face me. ‘What are you thinking?’ she asks, her voice soft but curious, pulling me from my thoughts.

I’ve got a lot on my mind, more than I care to admit, but I’m not about to spill everything right now.

‘I just can’t believe you’re a virgin,’ I say, correcting myself quickly. ‘I mean, were a virgin.’

She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. ‘Why’s that?’

I look her over, taking in every detail. ‘Well, you’re stunning. You must’ve had your pick of interested boys since high school.’

She lets out a small, almost self-conscious laugh.She laughs. ‘It’s complicated. High school wasn’t exactly glamorous for me. I was awkward and gawky—no confidence at all. That’s actually why I got into yoga, to develop a little grace.’

I run my hand down her side, appreciating the lithe, toned body that yoga has clearly given her. ‘You have,’ I say, my voice firm, leaving no room for doubt..”

She blushes at the compliment, and I find myself loving that blush more and more every time I see it.

“I had some boyfriends here and there, but none of them were really that exciting. Truth be told, I only dated them because it felt like I was supposed to. You know, just going through the motions.” She pauses, her eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“And none of them ever piqued your sexual interest?”

She smirks, not missing a beat. “Well, clearly, I was just waiting for the right one. And I finally found it.” Her confidence is infectious, and I can’t resist leaning in to kiss her, hard and possessive. She melts into it, responding just as fiercely. She pulls back, her eyes sparkling. “I finished my degree last year and didn’t do the whole college experience. Casual sex seemed to be an important part of that.”

Her words give me pause. I’d almost forgotten how young she is. At least twenty years my junior. I feel a cold knot forming in my gut. I sit up, the weight of what we’ve just done pressing down on me. This isn’t right.

She notices the change in my demeanor, and I can see the concern in her eyes.. But I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross.

I stand up, leaving her on the floor as I grab my clothes and step over to the fire, staring into the flames. The heat radiates from it, but it doesn’t do anything to thaw the cold knot tightening in my chest. I can feel her eyes on me, the weight of her silence pressing against my back.

“What happened?” she finally asks, her voice shaky. “Did I say something wrong?”

I take a few more moments, still gathering my thoughts, before I finally turn to face her. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice firm but laced with regret.

“Sorry?” she repeats, confusion and hurt flashing in her eyes.

“That’s right,” I reply, my tone clipped as I start to pull on my clothes. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but this… it was wrong. I’m not just your boss—I’m nearly twice your age. This never should’ve happened.”

She’s stunned, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to process my words. “But I wanted it to happen,” she stammers, clearly not understanding why I’m pulling away.

“Regardless,” I say, buttoning my shirt with finality, “it won’t happen again.” My voice is steady, even as the weight of the decision bears down on me.

I finish dressing, straightening my clothes as if to put everything back in order, as if that could somehow undo what we’ve done. “You’re welcome to spend time in the library,” I tell her, the distance in my voice unmistakable.. “But tomorrow, our professional relationship will resume.”

She’s still sitting there, naked and shocked, unable to comprehend how things turned so quickly. But I can’t afford to let this go any further. I turn and leave the room, shutting the door behind me, sealing off what can never be undone..

I make my way up to my room, each step heavier than the last. I feel like a total asshole—what the hell was I thinking, sleeping with an employee? Hell, she’s practically fresh out of college. The thought alone makes my stomach churn.

I strip off my clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. I head straight for my private stash of whiskey, pouring myself a generous nightcap. The burn of the alcohol as it slides down my throat is a welcome distraction, but it doesn’t do much to dull the guilt gnawing at my insides.

I stare out the window, watching the snow fall, the silence of the night doing nothing to quiet the storm in my mind.

I chastise myself for taking advantage of her. I’m supposed to be the responsible one, the adult who knows better. She’s young, still figuring out life, and I should’ve known better. This can’t happen again. It won’t. But no matter how much I try to convince myself, the images from earlier keep flashing through my mind.

Her body arching beneath me, the way she moaned my name, the feeling of her tightness as I pushed inside her for the first time. The look in her eyes as she came, the way her lips parted in pleasure—each memory more vivid than the last.…

I grip the glass tighter, realizing with a sinking feeling that moving on from what happened tonight is going to be the challenge of a lifetime.. Tonight isIt’s already burned into my mind, and I’m not sure how I’m going to forget it—or if I even want to.