The Mafia's Nanny

The Mafia's Nanny

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"You expect me to believe a woman with credentials in journalism and writing wants to be a Nanny?" He questions and the smile he is desperately trying to hide shines through for a moment. "Yes," I say with a shrug ignoring how close his body is to mine and add, "and actually I also have an associates degree is child services." He can no longer contain his amusement as he stares at me, I try my hardest to keep this tough girl act up but as his stare bores into me I begin to feel my heart beat quicken. One of his hands move to the side of my face and tuck some hair behind my ears, I hold my breath as his skin brushes against mine. "I don't trust you," he finally states and my head spins while I try to stay calm. He is going to kill me. This is it. So much for exposing the Mafia. _______ WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt.
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"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

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