Billionaire's Nanny (A Billionaire Romance)

by Alexa Davis

  “No, hold on, let me see what I have in my fridge.”

  As I stood up and moved across the kitchen, I could feel the heat of Morgan’s body following me. Her deliciously naughty side was coming out, sparking that electrical feeling all over my body. Desire spiked, my heart raced, and a hot pool of desire formed in my stomach. I felt more turned on than I’d ever done in my life.

  I played along with the game, assuming that this was part of the flirting, and I swung the fridge door open. As I did I felt Morgan’s breath tickling along my neck, which made me smirk and stir inside. “Oh, hungry, are we?”

  Her hand reached around me and she grabbed onto the tin can of whipped cream I had sitting within there. As she pulled it out, I spun back to face her to see that wicked twinkle in her gaze. “I think this will be suitable for dessert, don’t you?”

  My pulse was thundering now like a steam train, distracting me from any rational thought, but the one thing that kept creeping through was the possibility that we were in danger. I wasn’t totally sure that the door was locked, and I kept having horrible images that someone might break through at any given moment.

  “Shall we go back to yours?” I gasped loudly. “Get more comfortable there. After all, I wouldn’t want you to have to rush off to work again in the morning.”

  In my lust-addled mind that sounded like the perfect excuse, but I was about to be proven very wrong. “Why would we want to go anywhere when we have everything we could possibly want right here?” she purred at me. “Plus, I don’t have work tomorrow, so we’re totally in the clear.”

  As she crashed her lips back against mine, I realized that there were no other arguments and that it was utterly pointless to try and find one. I’d been safe inside my own home since all of this had happened anyway, there was no reason to assume that tonight would be different.

  Plus, with those incredible plump lips pressed up against mine and the cold can of whipped cream pressed up against my back, filling my mind with possibilities, it was difficult to think about anything else.

  Instead, I stopped fighting it and wrapped my fingers up into Morgan’s hair, totally succumbing myself to the moment. It was hard not to, she was so incredible. As we kissed hard and fast, an involuntary moan escaped past my lips, leaving me a totally helpless mess.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Morgan

  Saturday

  I knew that I was only looking for a distraction, an excuse not to get to the crux of things again because I was so utterly afraid of losing Terrance, but as distractions went, this was a damn fine one. We’d been flirting throughout the entire meal, sharing passionate looks that stirred everything up inside of me, and now... Well, now I couldn’t resist any longer.

  “Oh God, you’re so hot,” I gasped as I pulled at the buttons on his shirt. I needed that thing off before I drove myself insane thinking about that incredible body of his.

  Once I managed to tear it off, and I watched it flutter to the floor behind him, another naughty thought filled my mind. I had pulled the whipped cream out the fridge with a whole bunch of sexy thoughts in my mind, and now I knew what I wanted to do with them.

  Terrance had probably assumed that I intended to squirt this on my body for him to lick off, so as I clicked the cap off and sprayed it down his body, he gasped in shock.

  “What are you...” As he saw the trail go further and further down, his face burst out into a very pleased smile. “Oh well, don’t let me stop you.”

  I used my free hand to unhook his pants, and as they fell to the ground, I pulled his throbbing cock out from his underwear, then I continued to squirt all the way down his length. Once he was covered in the cream, I dropped the can on the side and moved back to his body. I licked, flicking my tongue all over his muscular chest, exploring parts of him that I hadn’t felt yet, all the while tasting the sweet cream all over my lips.

  I moved slowly downwards, dropping to my knees, and as I hit the ground with a thump, a gasp escaped my lips. I’d seen this man, I’d felt his thick length between my fingers, but having it so close to my face, pulsating and throbbing it was almost too much to bear. My mouth watered, eager to get a taste.

  “Oh my God, Morgan,” Terrance gasped as his head fell backwards. “Oh God, this feels good.”

  I leant in slowly, inhaling him before pressing my lips up against the cream. As I kissed and licked him clean, he grew harder, his cock began to glisten, and his excitement strained in his thighs. The fact that he could barely control himself around me made me feel sexy as all hell.

  Eventually, I could stand it no more. I needed to feel him trembling between my lips. I had to discover what he felt like in my mouth, so I took him in and slid my lips down until he hit the back of my throat.

  “Oh, fuck,” Terrance gasped as he grabbed onto my shoulders. “Oh, Morgan.”

  I moved my head up and down, continuing to flick my tongue everywhere, and it wasn’t long before his thick thighs began to shudder violently. I could feel him swelling, a slightly salty taste overcame him – he was growing nearer to the brink of desire with every passing second.

  I reached around to grab onto his buttocks, to fix him in place, but before I could, Terrance grabbed my wrists and he pulled me backwards.

  “No, no,” he gasped breathlessly. “Not yet. I need...”

  But he didn’t tell me what he needed. Instead, he yanked me upright and he pressed his boiling hot skin up against mine. I felt all hot and bothered under the collar, like I was restricted by my clothing, and all I wanted to do was tear it off.

  I pressed my hands up against his chest and pushed Terrance off of me. He gazed at me with a deep dark desire behind his eyes, which made what I was about to do next even more exciting. I tucked my hands underneath my top and lifted it up over my head. With every brush against my skin, I felt that intense prickle of thrill. Again, I was hit by that intense sense that this was exactly what my life had been missing. I pulled open the button of my jeans, and I slid them down off my body, in what I hoped was a sexy way...

  Well, that was until I tripped and stumbled.

  “Stupid skinny jeans,” I blustered, my whole face heating up, but Terrance simply started laughing in an adoring way. Then he wrapped his hands around me and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, and he plonked me onto the kitchen counter. I squealed loudly as my burning skin connected with the ice cold surface, but it was in a hysterical way. I was glad the mood hadn’t totally been ruined by my poor attempt at stripping.

  “Come here.” Terrance grabbed onto the jeans and he pulled them off my body in one fluid movement. Crashing back against my body, he kissed me passionately. His lips felt so good against mine and he distracted me so much with his tongue that I almost didn’t notice him unhooking my bra and tossing it to one side. The only indication that I got was my nipples lighting up on fire as they brushed against his chest.

  I lifted my butt up slightly as he wrapped his fingers around my panties, ready to slide them off, but instead of simply sliding them down, Terrance shocked me by lifting me up at the same time and placing my back on the kitchen floor.

  He hovered over me, nudging my knees wider apart. I could feel his thick length pulsating near me, and it was setting my core on fire. I was aching for him, needing him, screaming out for him – and he could sense that. He was teasing me, sending me wild, I could barely contain myself. I felt animalistic and crazy, like I wanted to claw at him, to pull him into me.

  “You’re crazy,” he smirked. “I like it. I like it a lot.”

  I pulled him close to me and kissed him hard with all the deep fire inside. I wrapped my hand around his neck, fixing him in place, and while he was there, I felt him slide that delicious cock of his inside me, filling me up in the best way possible.

  “Oh shit,” I gasped loudly. “Oh my God.”

  I clung to Terrance as he thrust hard into me, my back rubbing along the smooth kitchen floor. My heart hammered, my mouth was open but speechless, an
d the fiery electricity was tearing all through my body. I was barely on the planet. I couldn’t feel anything but him anymore, and my head had lolled backwards as desire swallowed me whole.

  Terrance’s body trembled as I arched my back against him. Passion was consuming him, just like it did me. As a scream started to bubble in my chest, I felt it just about ready to explode, but before I could make any noise, his lips cascaded into mine and any yells got swallowed up by him.

  We held on tightly to one another as our gasps became breathless pants, as our bodies began to calm back down. Our hot skin cooled, our heart rates slowed, and our limbs became weak. We were happily surviving in that wonderful post-coital bliss, the time before reality set back in again and we’d have to deal with the real world.

  Maybe it was the perfect time to confess all...

  Despite the fact that the thought was the total opposite to what I’d decided on before, post-lust fog filled my brain and convinced me that it was a great idea. I stared at Terrance’s smiling face, feeling safe in his warmth, and I opened my mouth to finally tell all.

  It was time.

  “Terrance, I have something I need to talk to you about...”

  Knock, knock.

  “Was that the door?” He looked away from me, too distracted to hear the urgency in my tone. “Who the hell could that be?”

  He leapt off me and began tugging on his clothes before I could even suggest that he leave it. Much as that disappointed me, I did the same. If he was going to open that door, I didn’t want the person waiting on the other side to see my hot, naked flesh. I wasn’t sure I could overcome the humiliation.

  Terrance wasn’t even looking at me now; he seemed totally consumed by the fact that someone was at the door, which I couldn’t help feeling hurt about. Was I really that unimportant to him? Was whoever standing outside much more important than me?

  He raced towards the door, just as I managed to tug my top over my braless chest. I stuffed my underwear into my pocket quickly and folded my arms across my chest. I hoped whoever it was disturbing us would go soon before I could feel any more awkward. I already felt uncomfortable standing in his kitchen. I didn’t want it to be completely obvious what had just happened. I wasn’t sure why, but all of a sudden I felt shy.

  “Oh, hey, Braxton.” I could hear Terrance’s voice coming from the other room, and I couldn’t help peeping round the corner. I recognised the man there. I assumed that he worked for Terrance since he was the one who came to attract my attention in Lights Out that night. “Is everything okay?”

  “I need to talk to you,” the big guy, the gentle giant gushed. “It’s important.”

  “I, erm...have company.” I detected a tone of warning in Terrance’s voice, which had my senses spiking. There was something going on here, and I was intrigued to know more. “Can’t this wait until the morning?”

  “Not really.” He sounded regretful, but firm, which I knew would affect Terrance.

  Terrance sighed deeply and started walking towards the kitchen. I got the sense that this was my cue to go, which disappointed me because I was looking forward to spending the night, but if I was about to be asked to leave, I couldn’t argue with that. I made my way into the front room with all the defiance I could muster for a woman who had her arms firmly crossed across her breasts.

  “Oh, Morgan, I’m sorry about this but...”

  “Would it be possible for me to have some time alone with Terrance?” Braxton asked me kindly, smiling at me with warm eyes. “I’ll call you a cab to get you home.”

  “Sure, no worries.” I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to read between the lines, but he wasn’t giving away anything. “That’s fine. I’ll go down and wait in the lobby.”

  “I’ll come with you,” Braxton replied a little too quickly. “Can’t be too careful at this time of night. Better to be safe than sorry.”

  I couldn’t see any need for this, this was a nice area of the city – not like where I lived – but I nodded anyway just to make things easier. I smiled sadly at Terrance as Braxton put in the call, but now I wasn’t so sure about him. The more I got to know this man, the less I felt like I knew.

  What if this was an indication that he was a bad man, someone I should be keeping away from? What if he’d made his money through doing bad things? I mean, it seemed like everyone around him had died, what if this was some sort of...organized crime thing or something? I mean, what sort of man needed a bodyguard?

  This was all too suspicious, and it freaked me out. I now felt like my arms wrapped around me were holding me up, rather than protecting my dignity. What would I do if my unborn baby had a terrible man for a father? What did that say about me? I needed to get away from this situation to work out what I was going to do next.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Terrance

  Saturday

  I felt sick to my stomach as I watched Braxton take Morgan down into the lobby to get into a cab. Something bad had happened – there was no way he would’ve come up here so late at night to disturb me when he knew that I had a date if it wasn’t something drastic. Emily was with him and he’d left her to come and speak to me...this was utterly terrifying.

  It was them, it had to be. They’d finally come for me, and now I had no idea what to do.

  As the door crashed back open, I could see the distress in Braxton’s face. There were a lot of questions, too – questions that I wasn’t going to be able to avoid for any longer.

  “What’s going on?” I stammered quietly. “What’s happened?” My fingers made their way up into my hair, where I tugged until I could feel spikes of pain going into my skull.

  “I think you know more than you’re letting on.” Braxton took a seat and stared deeply into my soul. “And, I think it’s time to tell me everything.”

  I sat down with him, and gave him a pleading look. “Why? What’s happened?”

  “I popped into the lobby. I was on my way out to the store to grab something for me and Emily to eat, and the doorman stopped me. He told me that some guys have been sniffing around, asking all about you.”

  My heart dropped into my shoes. Ignoring the problems clearly wasn’t making them go away. “Yeah, okay.” I sighed deeply and my head fell into my hands.

  “I already know it’s the guys from outside the club, so you might as well admit it now.” Braxton didn’t sound mad at me, but he was clearly disappointed that I’d kept this to myself, which had guilt rolling through my veins.

  “Yeah, I imagine it is. I have seen them about, so it makes sense.”

  “And, who are they?”

  There was no getting out of it any more. I had to just tell the truth. “The private investigator found out more than I ever admitted to you, more than I ever told anyone.” I had his attention now; he was staring intently at me. “I’m sorry for that.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you go to the police?” I fully understood Braxton’s exasperation. I felt that way myself, to be honest.

  “Nothing has been fully proved, not really. I can assume that these men killed Mason, just like the private investigator – but without evidence, what’s the point? Plus...my family isn’t totally innocent in all of this.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that before Dad died, he was in very deep with loan sharks. I don’t know what drew him into that world. I never noticed him struggling with money.” I indicated around me, highlighting my inheritance to him. “But clearly, there was more to that man than I ever realized.”

  I sighed deeply, the horrible realization that I didn’t know the man I loved more than anyone in the world hitting me all over again. “He had troubles that he kept from me and my brother.”

  “So, are they the loan sharks?” The jigsaw pieces were clicking together in Braxton’s mind.

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “So...pay them back? Isn’t it obvious? Get them off your back and carry on with your damn life.”


  I pursed my lips thoughtfully, and then landed the bombshell. “The amount my dad owed them has grown to the region of seven hundred million dollars.”

  “Woah.” Braxton fell back in his chair and rolled his eyes into the back of his head. “That’s intense.”

  “Yeah. That’s an almost unaffordable amount, you know? And, it isn’t even my debt, so I don’t know why they’re chasing after me...”

  “But if your suspicions were right, then they killed Mason over this. Aren’t you concerned they will kill you, too?”

  My expression hardened. I narrowed my eyes as all the internal arguments I’d given myself about this came floating past my lips. “I don’t want to pay them; they don’t deserve the money, anyway. They’re all criminals, and I’m pretty sure that they will kill me even after I pay them.”

  Braxton gasped and shook his head, like I was utterly exasperating to him. “Terrance, don’t you get it? They know where you live, everything that’s happened between then and now has been a warning. Them speaking to the doorman was a warning. These men fully intend to kill you, and we already know they’re capable of that. Don’t you see? Money is money – but your life is priceless. You don’t want to end up like Mason, do you?”

  I hated him in that moment for being so brutally honest with me. He was calling me out for shoving my head into the sand, when I really didn’t want to face reality. But he was right. I couldn’t keep away from it forever; it was coming for me regardless.

  “I don’t even know how to pay them back.” I pouted childishly, not ready to accept defeat out loud. “So this really is a non-issue.”

  Braxton stood up and gave me a sympathetic look. “I have to get back to Emily, she’s waiting for me, but I really think you should think about this. It’s silly to be so full of useless pride when your life is on the line. You just need to pay these dangerous guys off and get them off you back. If you don’t, you’ll be looking over your shoulder forever.”

  He cocked his head at me, trying to see if any of his words were getting through. “If you need me to give up the expensive home so you can pay them back, I will. I’ll go back to where I was before.”