The Billionaire’s Nanny by Logan Chance
Two
Smith
"Getting all snuggled up."
It's innocent texts like these from Bree that get me all riled up. I shouldn't be getting turned on, but it's kind of hard not to, no pun intended, when the sender is a wet dream personified.
"All warm and cozy." Another text brightens my phone, and I try my hardest to kill the fantasies of Bree, snuggling up next to me, after she sucks my dick with her plump red lips.
What is wrong with me?
She's my son's nanny, for fuck's sake. And worse, she's nineteen.
But she’s also gorgeous.
Roger Canton, Acquisitions VP, oblivious to what I'm really thinking about, drones on and on about an upcoming merger. It's more of a hostile takeover, but merger sounds more appealing. Especially, to the motherfucker whose company I'm taking right out from under his Ferragamo clad feet.
I'm trying to focus, but it's hard to concentrate when I have a hot-as-fuck nanny at home...snuggling.
"Victory!" she texts again. "You can tell me how great I am later."
Oh, I'd love to tell her a lot of things later. The texts coming in are that she's putting my son, Carter, to sleep, but for some reason, I can't stop my overworked mind from going in the sex direction with her. It's been like this for five months.
I never should've hired her. But, when my ex-wife flitted away to travel Europe with her new boyfriend, leaving our four-year-old with me, I needed to hire someone who could help me take care of him. I'd like to think my desperation clouded my judgement, and not the curves or clear blue eyes of the Lolita that showed up at the interview with a bewitching smile.
I'd fire her, just to remove the temptation, but she's fucking great with Carter. It's almost domesticated when I come home from work and they're sprawled out on the living room floor, laughing and playing a game.
I'd love some time off to play as well, but with my work schedule, it'll never happen. When your company is buying another company out, well, all dreams of fun and sunshine die in the corporate office I find myself imprisoned in.
My dick throbs with thoughts of her as I slide my phone in my pocket, and pretend to listen to Roger as he explains the contract that has kept me here late tonight.
"Is that the nanny?" Roger asks, lifting a brow.
"Her name is Bree."
"Her name is also a lawsuit waiting to happen."
He's not only my VP, he's also a long time friend, so he can be mildly intrusive. And annoying.
"I don't know what you mean," I reply, leaning back in my chair.
"What do you think I mean, Smith? You're a thirty-five year old billionaire, and you don't think she'd like a piece of that?"
I give him a hard stare. "I believe that concludes everything."
"There's thousands of women you can fuck." He pauses. "That one is trouble."
"I'll take your advice under consideration."
He's right, I have endless options. The ballerina with the new company that just opened up downtown was more than ready to slide my zipper down last night. But no instead, I'm obsessing about the nanny.
She's intelligent, and I actually enjoy talking to her.
I just want one night. One night to fuck the hell out of her. My dick hasn't seen action since my divorce. It's been a long time. A really long time.
I glance at my watch, then push away from my desk and stand. "It's late. Have Morgan draw up the final contract."
"I see it on your face." He nods, and rises. "Maybe you should consider another nanny for Carter.”
I cross to the wall of glass in my office and the only thing I see reflected on my face is day old scruff and annoyance in my brown eyes.
The city lights buzz with excitement, and I remember being out there, living in the moment. But, those days are long gone. Running this company, coupled with father responsibilities, don't leave much time for anything else.
Carter is everything to me. And, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for my son. But, a man has needs. And right now, I have a multitude. They all center around Bree.
Maybe she is too young, and I should sever all ties. I just can't bring myself to do it. I want her.
"Maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself," I advise, turning to face him. "Don't worry, my money is protected."
He taps his heart. "Is this?"
"Absolutely."
I can see it in his furrowed brows he wants to say more, but he wisely chooses not to. "See you tomorrow," he says, on his way out.
The night air is crisp and cool on my heated skin when I leave the office, and I drive home consumed with want and desire. My fingers tighten on the steering wheel in anticipation of what to expect when I get there. I've amassed more money than I can ever spend by being a ruthless bastard, who knew a doe-eyed girl would be the one to slay me.
Maybe I should just get her out of my system.
My cock hardens with thoughts of Bree as I take the elevator up to my penthouse.
The lights are low when I enter the foyer, and I sidestep a Tonka toy truck in the center of the tile.
I drop my keys on the entry table before crossing the hardwoods to the living room.
And there she is, curled on the couch, in a pink t-shirt and short white skirt, looking very fuckable.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes, I'm awake." She sits up. "Just resting my eyes," she whispers.
"Sorry, I'm home so late."
I move toward her, knowing I shouldn't. Knowing I should stay out of her seductive atmosphere.
I'm used to taking what I want, so I'm not used to this agonizing feeling washing over me.
"It's ok," she tells me, letting her eyes drift over my face. "What time is it?"
"Late. You can stay here tonight. That way you don't have to drive."
She smiles, and my heart damn near goes into cardiac arrest.
I yank my tie off and throw it across the armchair. "Coffee?"
"Sure." She stands, running her fingers through her tousled hair, smoothing it down to the tips.
Before I wrap it around my fist, I turn away and cross into the kitchen, flicking on the light.
She follows me like a good little girl. My dirty thoughts run a marathon in my head when she walks across the tiled floor and hops up onto the granite countertop. Her skirt rides up her thighs, and I catch myself staring at her tanned legs. I pick the flavored pod I know she likes-caramel-and push it into the Keurig.
She crosses her ankles, palms flat on the counter, and leans forward. "Mm." She inhales deeply as the coffee percolates. "Smells good."
Ignoring the twitch in my dick, I pull two black mugs from the cabinet and ask her about Carter. She lets me know they had a great day, and he finally went to bed with no problems. For that, I'm glad.
It was rough at first when Carter came to live with me. My late hours were hard for him to deal with, so Bree has been a lifesaver.
As I wait for the coffee to finish, I undo my top button and crack my neck to the side, rubbing my hand along the tight muscles there.
"Are you tense?" she asks.
Fuck. She has no clue. "Yeah, a little."
"Come here." She holds her hands out, and against my better judgement, I turn around.
Her fingers work magic over my muscles, and I let out a slow hiss as my dick grows harder.
Fuck, this girl's hands will be my undoing.
She scoots closer to the edge, and her knees rest on either side of my hips. My cock pushes against the zipper of my slacks, and I roll my neck to the side, as she caresses my shoulders. The heat of her pussy burns into my back, and like an unanswered prayer, she places a tentative skin against my thrumming pulse.
It's the spark that ignites the firestorm. I turn around and capture her mouth with mine. She grips my shoulders and moans. Her plump bottom lip tastes so sweet.
My heart thunders as I try not to take things too fast, but I can barely hang on. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," I husk against her mouth.
"I want you so much," she whispers between kisses.
I pull back. My eyes can't get enough of her. Her innocent smile. Her lust filled eyes. Her nipples trying to burst out of the tight shirt she's wearing.
It's a very bad idea, but my hand trails up her thighs to her sweet spot, and is met with purple-lace panties.
"Did you wear these for me?"
She blushes. "Yes."
I run my finger along the panel of her damp panties before pushing them aside to feel her slippery skin.
"Ever been licked by a man?"
She shakes her head no, and then places her hand atop mine, pressing it harder against her pussy. "I want you to be my first."
Fuck. She's definitely trouble. I'm a man who loves trouble, but should I walk away and do what's right?
I never claimed to be a good guy. All rational thought leaves me, and I remove her panties in a rush, and lift her tanned legs over my shoulders, diving in to suck her clit between my lips.
My dick grows, throbbing with want for this beautiful woman.
She's sweet, like a ripe peach. "You taste so good."
"Please, don't stop," she pants out, rubbing her pussy against my face.
"I won't stop, until you're screaming my name."
I lap at her wetness, holding onto her ass, eating her out on my kitchen counter, waiting for her orgasm to obliterate me. And it's coming. I can tell by the way she thrusts her hips. I can tell by the way she gets wetter by the second.
I can just fucking tell.
My finger slips inside her and I still, unable to wrap my mind around the fact I'm doing this with her tonight.
This should be forbidden. This should be wrong. And maybe it is. But, I no longer give a fuck.
"Your little pussy is clenched so tight. Relax for me, baby." I kiss her thigh and push deeper, plunging further inside.
She eases her legs apart, and god, her pussy gleams with her wetness, and I groan as I slip a finger inside her.
She bucks, and I clamp one hand over her hip, trying to steady her in place as my face gets lost between her legs. She moans and twists, and my cock is painfully hard, wanting to fuck her.
Being inside her will be the highlight of my life-the fuck of all fucks-I can already tell, just by the way her tight cunt holds onto my finger like a vice.
She feels too good, and I can't even think about anything other than sticking my tongue as deep as I can inside her, letting the taste of her coat my tongue. So I do, and because I can't get enough, I swipe my tongue all over her, starting at her ass and ending at her clit.
He head falls back, her mouth opening to whisper the words I so badly want to hear, "I want you, Smith."
Fuck, I'm so turned on right now. I continue working her body with my tongue and fingers like she's mine. And I kind of wish she was.
My heart beats wildly like a mad man. My whole body is on fire, burning with a need so crazy I can't believe it's real.
Her fingers tug at my hair. "I've thought about you doing this."
Oh yeah, I turn her on. That thought right there about does me in. "You've touched yourself thinking about me?"
She squeezes her thighs against my face. "Yes, so many times."
My cock is ready to go, it's harder than it's ever been. And I want nothing more than to fuck my need into her, let her know just how much I've thought about this too.
But first. I smile at her, and then place her legs back over my shoulders, running my finger along her seam. "I'm not going to stop eating your pussy until you're screaming my name."
She leans back, spreading her legs more and I hover my mouth over her opening. And then I drag my tongue through her wetness, loving the way she goes wild beneath me.
She's so close.
I can tell.
I slide my finger inside her, back and forth, over and over again as I suck her clit.
She loves it, squirming and moaning, bucking her hips as she digs her fingernails into the skin of my shoulders.
"Hold on, baby girl. I don't want you to come just yet," I hum along her wetness.
Her skin is hot. Her pussy clenches my fingers.
I push my finger deeper, letting her ride my hand.
My breathing picks up and my skin feels like lava. She turns me on in the worst of ways, and I realize something to myself as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her. She always has.
Bree has turned me on since the first moment I laid eyes on her. When she came to interview for my son's nanny. She wore a red skirt, that went past her knees, and a silk-white blouse. She was like a dirtier Mary Poppins, and I wanted her even back then.
I was a goner, just biding the time until I couldn't hold off the attraction to her any longer.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me," I confess to her.
I return my head to my new favorite place of being nestled between her thighs, and keep swiping my tongue over her.
She lets out a moan and I keep going, reveling in the fact that I'm doing this to her. That I’m turning her on this much.
My heart beats frantically inside my chest. My skin heats up, and my cock grows larger than life.
I replace my tongue with a finger and stare into her eyes. And then I finger fuck her, letting her pussy ride out her orgasm on my hand. "That's right come all over my hand.”
She doesn't stop thrusting her hips against my palm, and I kiss the corners of her mouth before sliding my tongue along hers.
"I'm coming," she cries out.
It's stunning.
"You have my dick so hard," I say after her body has calmed from her climax.
Her eyes glance down and I run a hand over the bulge in my pants. I take her hand and run it over my cock. "See, this is how bad I need you. There's so many things I've fantasized about doing to you," I tell her.
Her mouth hangs open a second before she licks her luscious pink lips. "Tell me."
My heart bangs hard against my sternum as I think about all the naughty things I've pictured late at night after Bree has gone home. "I want your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."
She licks those pretty little lips again. "Mmm."
"I want you to take me deep down your throat and suck me off." I rub her hand over my pants and the outline of my dick.
“Tell me you want it.”
Her big eyes stare up at me.
“Tell me you can’t wait to taste my cock.” I’m so fucking turned on right now. And a bigger part of me can’t believe this is happening.
Brave with courage I stare into her eyes, waiting for her to say the words I so desperately need to hear.
The words I so need her to say.
