The Nanny's Undoing

The Nanny's Undoing

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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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"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."

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