The Billionaire's Nanny

His Friends

Lucas stood with his arms crossed in front of him as he stood next to the black Rolls Royce. He was still dressed in the clothes he had worn earlier for his meeting, only, this time he had discarded the suit jacket. I could not decide which was even more difficult to resist. The sight of my boyfriend in a sexy three-piece, neatly shaven beard and hair arrayed to perfection or him in in his waistcoat with his sleeves rolled up, and a few buttons popped down enough to reveal a dusting of hair on his chest, his hair in a disheveled state that made me crave running my hand through it and not to forget that smile that made me weak in my knees every time.

I could not decide. But take it from me, resisting Lucas Maxwell was not only a waste of your time, but it was also damn torture.

Swallowing hard, I willed myself to do my best sexy strut to him and not launch right into his arms as I ached to.

"Hey," I whispered in a soft tone, halting a few inches from him

"Hey Muffin," his hand shot out and grasped my hand, yanking me into him so hard, I had not time to register when our lips collided. "Is it weird that I'm thinking of ditching dinner and having my dinner right here?"

"Considering the number of security cameras in this mansion, I think it is," I murmured against his lips, trying to catch my breath. "We don't want to get sued for inappropriate exhibitions now do we?"

"I'm sure the amount my family pays every staff member here covers for such..." he paused to catch my lower lip between his teeth, as his fingers trailed over my collar bone and down to my cleavage, before grazing over my nipple. Did I forget to mention I could not have any underwear with this dress? "...indiscretion. I'm not sure I'll make it through dinner," he kissed me again, this time letting his free hand roam to the bare skin of my back and his fiery kiss linger down my throat.

"Then I guess the dress served its purpose,"

"No shit, it did."

I giggled as he nibbled on my ear softly, "You're so fucking sexy Chris. And now you're right here in my arms, right where you fucking belong."

His words made me feel like I had the world slipping from under my feet and I swayed right into his arms, letting him hold me because I could not trust my legs to not give out any second.

"We should get going," I whispered, even though my body wanted to do anything except leave his firm possessive hold right now.

"We should," he gave a devious smile before adding, "the sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back so I can make you scream to the world how much you're mine."

I shivered lightly and I could only hope Lucas thought it was from the wind picking up, not from the anticipation that wracked through me at his words. He enclosed his hands in mine and led me to the passenger seat, pulling the door open for me.

Lucas slid into his seat behind the wheel, with one hand navigating the way, he took my other hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss. "'Are you ready?"

With my head and body in a jittery mess from Lucas's lips and hands all over me, it was literally impossible for me to make any coherent speech, so I gave a brief nod.

***

We arrived for dinner at a high-toned Italian restaurant, a twenty-minute drive from the Villa and somewhere at the heart of the city. The waiter led us to our table, which was not surprisingly at a more private location, and Lucas placed a warm hand on the small of my back that did more than enough to ease some of the tension building up in my chest.

I had always had a hard time meeting new people, maybe that was why Celine and I were so compatible. Maybe I would get through dinner better if I stopped thinking about the many ways I could ruin the evening by being nervous.