The Billionaire's Nanny

Interview

Chris

My whole body ached with pleasure and excitement as he pushed my legs open, trailing kisses up my calf. My teeth sunk into my lower lip to suppress my loud moans.

I writhed on the bed, and my hips gently buckled up. He paused just before my thighs and looked up at me. His eyes were fiery, and he looked like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

His lips twitched and kinked to the side in a cocky grin before he continued his delicious torture. I reached down to dig my hand in his full thick hair as he worked his way up my thighs in his trail of kisses.

My core ached with anticipation as he drew closer, his kisses becoming more impatient. My other hand grasped the satin bedsheets, and I threw my head back in a desperate attempt to brace myself for the wave of ecstasy that flowed through me the second his lips touched my center.

"Oh god..." I gasped, unable to hold back my moans any longer "Please...". My panties were soaking wet from minutes of anticipation, and my center was throbbing.

"Please what Chris?" he asked, raising his head to look at me.

"Please don't stop." I pleaded.

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer abruptly, then he resumed his kisses, past my cunt to my torso, up to my chest. Now the length of his body was against mine.

"I must say this interview is going a lot better than I expected," he said with a grin, his face hovering over mine and his hands trailing across my breasts.

My nipple hardened to beads at the contact, and more quickly than expected, his fingers closed over the right nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh my god," I gasped and squirmed in his arms, but he held me still with his other hand as his mouth replaced his fingers on my nipples.

His hand focused on the other nipple, and he flicked his tongue up and down the one that was in his mouth.

I whimpered and grabbed him by his shoulder. He sucked and bit softly, and I cried out, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.

My eyes were closed shut, but even if they were open, I knew I would not see a thing beyond this blurry and dizzy vision caused by his mouth and hands.

"Fuck I want you," I said, unable to catch my breath at the overwhelming sensation I felt.

He did the same mouth assault with my other breast, and when finished they were both red and glistening. He brought his lips to mine in a passionate kiss and my body lit on fire as he brought his hands down to my hips.

In a bit of a second, he flipped me over, so I was straddling him—and just as the wave was about to break, my alarm rang.

Beep...beep...beep.

I bolted upright in my bed, gasping for breath. Although the details of the dream faded slowly, I could still feel the physical effects. My skin was sticky with sweat, and my heart was pounding heavily in my chest.

"Oh my God, that felt so real." I breathed. "I can't believe I'm this nervous about this job." Or maybe you just need to get laid. A voice in my head advised.

I grabbed my laptop from the bed stand. The page open was on Lucas Maxwell, CEO of Binarid, a multi-billion dollar biotech company.

Last night, I had done a little research on Binarid, and the first hit on the google search list was a Forbes article on Lucas Maxwell. The article painted him to be an asshole but also a genius who used his pain to bring his company to the top 10 in the world and save lives. And he was freaking hot.