The Nanny ✔

#28

Word count: 2512

Sophie's POV

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"Good morning baby." Demola's husky voice greets behind me and every fibre in me goes still.

Without turning around, I can feel the heat coat around my body like a second skin at the mere knowledge of his presence.

I shut my eyes, remembering how his strong arms held me close last night and how his hands worshipped my body. As if he's reading my mind, he snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest.

The warmth emanating from his body seeps into me and I do a sharp intake of breath.

I place the lid on the pot of soup, feeling my head turn mushy and cloudy with several naughty thoughts as his arms secure me around my torso.

Slowly, I maneuver my way out of his arms and to the center island, away from his hold so he won't distract me from keeping to myself.

Yesterday was actually amazing but I can't just can't allow a repeat of it with him again this morning.

We just started dating and... I don't want to look cheap or submissive by allowing him because if it were up to him, we would make love all day. He's always so touchy which I love...except it'll lead to sex again.

"You're putting on a skirt? Well that's new." He notes.

"I decided to try this old thing after it spent months in my bag, untouched."

"Slept well?" He asks in a husky tone that has me purring like a kitten.

I bite my lower lip and mentally berate myself for getting affected by his mushy nature.

"Yeah. Good morning." I simply reply.

He lets out a chuckle and follows me like a puppy, watching me chop the onion before transferring them into the pot of chicken soup I'm preparing.

"I'm sure you slept well but I hope you dreamt of me."

I turn around to give him a, 'Cocky much?' look. "No, I dreamt of this handsome guy who had curly chocolate bangs which were covering his forehead and he had blue enchanting eyes-"

"Ahh, such guys don't exist in Nigeria. At least not that I've met." He chuckles, the confidence dripping from his words.

"They do!" I reply firmly and fake seriousness, turning around to give him my full profile. Guys like that actually exist in Nigeria but they're rare. It's not everyday I see a guy with thick bangs and piercing blue eyes roaming around the streets. This is real life and not a fictional world.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Well, I'll tie you to my bed and hide you from the world if they try to come near you."

"What if I want them to come near m-" my words are cut short as he leans forward to capture my lips between his, his hold on my waist easing as he moves one of his arms over to my back to grab me tighter to him. In an instance, I'm in his arms and his lips are moving over mine with fervor while he moves the other hand to squeeze my backside.

There goes my line of restraint.

He peppers slow, delicious kisses all over my face, the side of my lips, my nose and cheeks, making me whimper in need while my hands have secured him at the back of his neck.

In one swift move, he hoists me up the center counter and I part my legs as he steps between them. Roaming his hand over my stomach, he pulls my skirt up to my stomach and palms my mound and I exhale loudly. I should've worn a panty this morning instead of walking around the house in a pleated skirt with nothing underneath but my attention seeking pussy.