Billionaire and Nanny Secret by Lauren Wood
Ezra
As much as I wanted to deny that there was something between us, I knew that I couldn’t, not anymore. The more that I tried to push Quinn away, the closer I brought her to me, as crazy as that sounded. Something drew me to her, and I was sick of fighting the truth, the one that I knew we both knew.
I wanted Quinn with every fiber of my being, and I knew that it was mutual, that she wanted me just as much. I had never faced such temptation with another nanny before, or anyone for that matter. In the past, even when I had wanted a woman, I was able to control it, and I could numb the feeling.
Not with Quinn.
I stared at her, at how beautiful she really was. Short enough to fit against me. Her blonde hair, so beautiful yet simple in its natural waves. Her eyes, big and green, and full of lust. Her lips were nice and plump. Her body was beautiful and curvy. Everything about her was screaming at me to claim her. And I couldn’t keep fighting against it. I couldn’t keep fighting against her. My brain and my body knew what it wanted.
Then, she used those perfect teeth to tug against that bottom lip, and I knew that I was about to lose any ounce of control that I’d managed to keep. That little gesture was enough to set me off, even more so when her pink little tongue darted out to soothe the damage that her teeth had done. What I wouldn’t have given to bite that lip for her.
And maybe I could.
Before I could over analyze and think about how bad of an idea this was, and how much I’d protested against work relationships before, I walked to Quinn, wrapped an arm around her waist and planted a kiss against her lips, just the way that I’d been dying to do for the last couple of weeks.
She gasped against the kiss, and I could tell that she was surprised. I understood why. Despite the fact that I’d countlessly given her signs over the course of the last few weeks that I wanted her, I’d also given her several signs that I wanted our relationship to stay strictly professional.
Now, she would know exactly what I wanted.
I knew exactly what had come over me. She’d pranced in here wearing mere pieces of cloth. How was I supposed to be able to resist taking a bite out of her? Everything about her screamed, ‘take a piece out of me,’ and I was finally doing just that. For once, I was making a decision with the head between my legs, rather than the one attached to my neck.
Everything I’d tried to suppress was now coming out and making itself obvious. I was attracted to her, and tonight, I was prepared to get the thing I wanted more than anything else in life.
Our lips started out gentle together, a simple push and pull, as she got over the surprise that I was kissing her. I realized that she was getting more into it every single second, and I liked that. I enjoyed the fact that she was coming alive. I wanted to see more of this fiery side of her that I hadn’t known even existed.
I was a bit disappointed in her, though. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but I’d thought that, surely, she would have had a bit more self control than I did, that she would pull away from the kiss and say what I’d been saying all along, that we couldn’t be doing this. That the chances were sleeping together, being intimate with each other, was likely to ruin the perfect work relationship we’d come to have.
Those thoughts were looming in my own mind, but I didn’t care, not at the moment anyways. For what mattered to me at that moment, our work relationship could be as good as gone if it meant that I could keep doing what I was doing.
That I could run my lips against her soft skin and caress her, that I could lay her down and look into her eyes while I pushed in and out of her. I wanted to watch her back arched, as she was plowed into better than any one had ever done her before. Not to mention, I wanted to hear those lovely screams, as I pleasured her relentlessly without end.
She was supposed to tell me that I couldn’t do that. She was supposed to have self control where I couldn’t, but I knew that was hardly possible. How would it be, when it was obvious that she desired me just as much as I did her?
Her hand curved around my neck as she pulled me closer, her tongue darting into my mouth. It caught me off guard, but I wasn’t complaining…far from it, actually. I wanted to feel more of her, so much more. My hand tightened around her waist, and I pressed her against the counter to get better leverage.
When was the last time that I’d been with a woman, intimately, sexually? It’d been a long time, probably since before she was hired. My brother, Klaus, was always the one who made me go out to scout for women or be a wingman for him. And considering that I had nothing better to do, and I was sick of hearing him constantly bother me about it, I always gave in, especially if it meant that it was going to shut him up.
Besides, I was a man, and I had needs. I may not have wanted a relationship with anyone since the death of my life, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t wanted sex. It was the exact opposite, honestly. The loneliness I felt made me crave sex. And who was better to please me than the woman in my arms? It’d been months since I’d been intimate with a woman, and I was eager to get back into the game.
The counter proved not to be enough for us. I wanted to completely dominate her, and to do that, I needed her to be able to bend under my will. Unless I was about to fuck her, on the counter, in the kitchen, then I knew that I needed to move us, and quick, before we were too far along to care.
I hooked my arm underneath her leg and picked her up, unsurprised by how light she was. Quinn really was a small little thing, and I hadn’t expected for her to weigh much of anything. This was exactly what I’d thought it’d be like.
She moaned, encouraging me to continue. I pressed her back against the wall, almost slamming her against it, as our lips came back together. I could feel her heart racing, but I didn’t care. I didn’t think she did that much, either.
Gone were the gentle kisses. Now we were both fighting for dominance. She was thrusting her tongue into my mouth, doing a little dance with mine. I was nipping at her bottom lip to put her back in her place, but Quinn was far from the timid girl that I’d originally thought that she was.
This really was a surprise. After all, she’d always been so nervous and awkward around me. I hadn’t thought that she could be such a fighter, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t like it. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I found myself becoming completely obsessed with this side of her and wanting to see more of it, so much more.
Our make-out session continued to increase in intensity, as I thought about how bad I wanted her. It was a dire ache inside of me, demanding me to claim this woman as mine. And there was nothing that I wanted more. All of my rules were being thrown out of the window for this one woman.
If I was in my right mind, I would put an end to this. I would stop and fire her for being such a temptation. But I was far from my right mind. I could only think about her in the way that I shouldn’t, and there was nothing that I could do about that. There was no stopping me now.
Quinn jumped up, against the wall, and wrapped her legs around my waist. I smiled against the kiss, and pressed her harder into the wall. My hand drifted down towards her breast, and she moaned at the first contact. She was trying to thrust her hips against me the best way that she could.
I allowed my fingers to graze her breast, and she pulled her lips away from me, focusing her attention on kissing my neck, something that felt way better than it should have. Why was everything about this woman so damn intoxicating?
As much as I was enjoying her lips around me, I could’ve sworn that I heard footsteps and paused for a second. Paige was always my priority, even in my lust-filled mind. Quinn was confused and frowned before grabbing my chin and pressing our lips back together.
The coast was clear, and I knew that Paige wasn’t going to pad through the kitchen. But the one moment of pause had been enough to completely clear my mind and make me realize what I was doing. Was I out of my ever-living mind?
I yanked my lips away from Paige and pulled away from her, putting some distance between the two of us, so we could access the situation without just thinking sexually. I couldn’t believe what we were doing, what we were about to do. Just a few more minutes, and I would have been too far gone to stop.
Quinn looked utterly confused. Her hair was disheveled. Her chest was moving up rapidly, as she attempted to catch her breath and lower her heart rate.
“Ezra,” she whispered before swallowing. “Did I…did I do something wrong?” There were so many emotions in her eyes. Confusion, want, lust, fear.
She would think that even though it was the farthest thing from the truth.
“Not just you,” I answered her question. “Both of us, this shouldn’t have happened.” As much I hated to say the words, we both knew that it was the truth.
I was incredibly frustrated with myself. I’d never failed to separate business from pleasure before. I was the king of keeping those two worlds apart, yet here we were. And the worst part about all of it was the fact that I hadn’t wanted to stop. And if I hadn’t thought Paige was making her way to the kitchen, then I wouldn’t have.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, quickly, staring into me, as she bit into that bottom lip again.
“Stop that,” I snapped at her.
She frowned in pure and utter confusion. “What?”
“Stop biting your lip like that.” Couldn’t she tell that it was driving me absolutely insane? It was making me want to forget everything I’d just told her and continue what the two of us had already started.
“I’m sorry,” Quinn said again.
“And quit apologizing,” I growled. “Is that all you ever do? Damn.”
Her eyes squinted. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Do you really want to tell me what I can and can’t do?”
During our make-out session, I’d noticed that there was more to Quinn than met the eye. I wondered if everyone else got to see that side of her or just me.
Now that personality was peeking out, and surprisingly enough, I liked it.
She mustered all of her courage and looked me dead in the eye. “Am I fired?”
The question was one that had yet to slip into my mind, but now that it had, I knew I had to consider it. Quinn was a phenomenal nanny, and Paige loved her. But this line that had been crossed, we couldn’t go back. There was no changing what we had done. Should I really keep her when she was such a temptation to me? When everything about her encouraged me to break my own rules?
But then again, how was that any of her fault? She couldn’t help that she was desirable. It was unfair to fire her on the spot for something that I had started. I would think more about it, but I had a temporary answer for her.
“No,” I told her and ran my hands through my hair. “You’re not fired.”
“Thank you,” she let out a sigh of relief.
“But what happened,” I commented. “It can never happen again. It was a mistake.”
I hadn’t thought about how my words would affect her before I said them. I saw the hurt flash in her eyes, but she wasn’t surprised. She nodded. “I understand.”
“Good.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
I nodded and watched as she fixed herself a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen, my eyes glued to her ass the entire time.
Resisting her was going to be the toughest challenge of my life. I’ve had several challenges throughout my life, but nothing was going to compare to this and how could it? Everything about this woman was a turn-on. It wasn’t like I could just ignore her.
