The Billionaire's Nanny

Make up

Lucas and I barely made it past the elevator doors, before he had his hands and mouth all over my body. He pressed me to the steel cold wall, mouth devouring mine mercilessly, and hands working to shed off whatever little clothing I had on.

With his free hand, he reached over, pressing the red button that brought the elevator to a quick stop for the second time this week. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask in breathy pants when he pulled back slightly.

He cupped my cheeks in one palm while the other wrapped around my neck loosely. "Do you know the only thing that has occupied my brain all week?" His voice was hoarse, deep, and dripped with lust and need for me.

I shook my head lightly, even though I had quite an idea what that was saying as I had shared the same thoughts but did a better job hiding it until now. I licked my lips, finding the strength to get words past my lips, "tell me,"

"I'd much rather show you Mufflin..."

With my body pressed into him, it was easier to feel his cock pressing into my abdomen and the feeling left thoughts—dirty thoughts—swirling in my head. But since when did my thoughts remain clean when Lucas was around me. Actually, I could not remember the last time I could think clearly around him.

His movement now lacked the caution and tentativeness that colored them in the last few days as I felt his hands tugging open the light cotton of the flower shirt I had on. "This is vexing," he growled, before resorting to ripping the poor fabric apart.

"I really liked that one," I giggled, but made no move to stop him as he did the same for the lace bra that covered my hardened nubs that ached for his touch.

"We'll talk about buying more later." he took a small step back, a low growl rumbled in his chest as he caught sight of my spilling breasts. "Even more perfect than I remember them."

His words made my heart melt, sending more desire flooding through me down to my pooling sex until it was nearly leaking down my legs. But the rational part of my brain that was not yet lost to the throbbing between my legs asked, "what about the kids?"

He closed the distance between us, one hand fondling my breasts and brushing my stiffened nipples with the pad of his thumb. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then squeezed hard. I bit my bottom lip in a futile attempt to stifle a moan. "What about them?" he asked as his fingers trailed slowly, pushing past the band of the satin pajamas short I had chosen for the night.

I had chosen something so casual and well less than sexy because I had expected to go through my routine for the night, if I had known Lucas was coming home tonight, to not only light my world but also make the night spicy, my choice of wardrobe would bee very different tonight. Oh well, if he was not complaining, I wasn't either.

His hand continued lower, searching and pushing past the lace panties I had on until he found his wet, dripping prize. "What about them?" he asked again after I did not answer the first time.

My eyes clamped shut, and I worked to keep steady feet as his fingers worked my clit in slow and expert strokes. "Upstairs?"

"Sleeping and Emma is in her room for the night, but if it will make you feel better," I almost tumbled over as he added a new finger, speeding up his pace, "we can stop and wait till we go upstairs."

"Please don't stop," I moaned, gripping his shirt and shifting the weight of my body on his. I could not force a rational reply past my lips, just because I could not think clearly with his hands on me like that.

"That's what I thought." With a smug grin, he leaned lower, taking my nipples between his teeth and biting so hard I almost screamed. I could not find the strength to though, since his fingers playing with my clit below, made me a heap of sexual mess.