Nanny

26

Kate

I stood very still while gazing up at Braxton. His dark eyes smiled with mischief. I wondered what filthy, wonderful things he was thinking about doing.

Doing to me.

He walked across the room and closed the door to the library. Then he slowly turned the lock until it clicked. He returned to me like he was in no hurry, his eyes never breaking away from mine. He was wearing his suit without the jacket, dark fabric that matched the rest of his dark features, with silver buttons up the front of his vest. His dress shoes echoed on the wooden floor.

I trembled as he finally took me in his arms, but he didn't kiss me yet. Braxton ran his fingers over my arms, my hips, up the back of my dress. He brushed away the hair from my face, then traced the outline of my eyebrow with his thumb.

By the time the billionaire kissed me, I ached for him. I opened my mouth for his tongue and he obliged me, swirling it inside my mouth in a long French kiss.

I've been waiting for this, I thought. It was exactly a week ago where we first slept together.

The speed of our kiss intensified, like we were making up for lost time. His fingers cupped my ass through my dress, holding it like I was something he owned. One of his possessions, as priceless as the first-edition book on the shelf above.

He tore his lips away from me, then gazed deeply into my eyes. Everything I felt was reflected back at me in those dark orbs. Every desire, every passion, every need.

Braxton spun me around and dropped to his knees behind me. Up my dress his hands climbed, taking hold of my panties and pulling them down like they offended him. He hiked my dress up and kissed the back of my thigh, then up to the supple skin of my ass cheek.

With a strong hand on my lower back, he bent me over the ottoman. And then, without hesitation, he buried his face in my pussy from behind.

I cried out with surprise and pleasure as his tongue began swirling into my lips. He gripped my ass with both hands, spreading it wide so he could shove his face and tongue deeper into me. I leaned beyond the ottoman to grip the chair, using it to steady myself. His tongue ate me out with such intensity that I could barely stand!

I moaned as he found my clit and began focusing on it. His tongue slid up into my lips, as deep inside as he could jam it, and then it returned to circle my clit a few times. The combination was so intense that my knees buckled and I had to grip the chair tightly to keep from collapsing to the ground.

When I came, he practically smothered his face in my sex. His nose was pressed firmly against my ass, and I leaned into him while my legs trembled and pleasure electrified my body.

Braxton gave my pussy a parting kiss, then I felt his teeth sink into my ass cheek. Not enough to hurt—just enough to let me know.

"I could eat you up," he said.

"You just did," I breathed.

He moved around and sat in the chair. Slowly, while watching me, he unzipped his pants.

"Get on your knees," he said in his soft, yet commanding, voice.

I did as I was told.

"Now what?" I asked. "What do you want me to do?"

"I think you know."

I raised an eyebrow at him. I wanted to hear him say it.

He did better than that: he took command. He wasn't rough, but he slid his fingers into my hair and then gave it a possessive squeeze. He pulled me toward his lap, then pushed me down onto his cock.