Billionaire's Nanny (A Billionaire Romance)

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by Alexa Davis


  “Yeah…yeah okay, that could work,” she smiled, finally looking a little happier. “I don’t see why not. Shall I go first?”

  “You are the interviewer, after all,” I teased, sending her a wink. “I think it’s best if you begin.”

  “Okay…okay.” She glanced at her notebook, but I was pretty sure that there wasn’t anything written in there. “So, tell me about your parents.”

  She thought that she was starting with an easy question. How little she knew. I didn’t mind being honest with her because I did want us both to get to know one another a little better. If I was truthful, she would be more comfortable with doing so, too.

  “My mom was killed in an accident when I was seventeen,” I said this with no pity in my voice, just with a factual tone. I was used to this burden, it didn’t affect me in the way that it once did. “Then, my dad started to drink heavily, causing him to lose everything. I guess that’s what spurred me on to earn lots, too. He… Well, he eventually drank himself to death.”

  “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. That’s such a lot to live through.” There was such a look of sympathy in her eyes that it almost made me crumble. The tears that were always there when I started to think about my parents almost gave way, but then I forced myself to continue. “I…that’s horrible.”

  “My turn,” I jumped in quickly, not wanting to hear any more. I knew that I could ask about her parents, too, but I felt like she’d already told me all that she was comfortable with when it came to that subject. They raised her and abandoned her. It might not have been that way, and she might have refused to go with them, but I could tell that deep, deep down in the place where she wouldn’t even admit it to herself, that was how she saw it.

  No, I needed to keep things lighter; plus, there was a lot that I wanted to learn. Things that I might not have asked in any other situation. “So, what does your boyfriend think about you spending so much time with me?”

  He face flamed, and she giggled, but as she shook her head, I felt relief crash over me in waves. “No, no boyfriend.” If there was no boyfriend, that meant I still had a shot with her, which was exactly where I wanted things to be.

  “How can that be?”

  “Ah, ah, it’s my turn,” she interrupted quickly. “What about your girlfriend? What does she think?”

  “Well, in all honesty, there hasn’t been anyone serious since my wife passed away.” There was no point in trying to hide that fact – she could have found it out anyway if she really wanted to. Plus, I didn’t want it to be the elephant in the room, some unsaid thing between us. “There have been women, but no one serious.”

  “What happened to you wife?” This was no time to tell her that she’d asked her question; I just needed this touchy subject over with.

  “She had cancer. It was… It was horrible.” My head fell down, and it took all that I had to keep it all inside. “I loved her and she was just…taken from me.”

  “How long were you married?” she whispered, emotion tainting her voice, too.

  “Six years…six short years before she passed, and the one thing in the world that she wanted I could never give her.” I hadn't ever told anyone this part, not a single living soul, yet here I was willing to spill it. I wasn’t sure what it was about June, but she made me feel like I could confess anything in the world to her, and she wouldn’t judge me.

  “All she ever wanted was a baby of her own, but it just never happened. After a while, Shelley made me go to the doctors to find out what was wrong, and we both had a load of tests done.” Just reliving that humiliation and sharing it with someone made it feel like a massive weight had lifted from my shoulders. “And it ended up being my fault. I guess I’m infertile.” I sighed deeply, feeling a little sick over that thought. “Before we could even decide what to do about it, she was diagnosed, and that was the end of it.”

  “I… I don’t even know what to say to all of that,” she told me honestly. “It’s so much, you’ve been through so much.”

  “It’s okay. I’m just getting through it,” I smiled at her. “Now I think it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

  “Oh…yeah…sure…” she stammered, a little blown away. “Sure, whatever you want.”

  “So, how long has it been since you were last taken on a date?” I preferred to find out about one another now, rather than to dwell on the past. There was only despair back there for me; the future held hope and opportunity.

  “I…don’t think I’ve ever been taken on a date,” she confessed. “Is that insane?”

  “Well, it does mean that you’ve been fooling around with the wrong men. You should be with the kind of guy who will wine and dine you, treat you how you should be treated.” I became impassioned by that. June was a great girl – one of the best – and it was a shame that she’d never experienced that kind of romance. “If I were to take you on a date, you would have the time of your life.”

  With that statement hanging thickly between us, I felt an intense change in the atmosphere. There had been a sexual charge surrounding us ever since she stepped into my home, but now it had been amped up about ten levels, and we were being left with a choice. We’d established that we were both single, that we were both available, and from the way that we were looking breathlessly at one another, we both wanted something to happen. It was just up to one of us to make a move.

  I was usually really good at that part; that was usually when the glimpse of the old me came out. But with June, it felt different, more intense because I knew that where it would lead would be something else. It wouldn’t just be a kiss and a hook up; it would be something real, and that wasn’t something that I hadn't assumed that I would ever be ready for.

  Yet, with June, I felt like I was ready to take the risk.

  I leaned in closer, inhaling her fruity scent before pressing my lips lightly up against hers. It was a soft, sweet kiss, but it sparked fireworks inside of me like nothing I’d ever felt before. I felt turned on, emotional, and incredibly happy all at once.

  Then, when June moved her arms up to wrap them around my neck, knocking her journal to the ground with a loud thump, everything intensified. We kissed harder, more passionately, fiercer, and all of a sudden, everything became much more intense. This was leading somewhere, somewhere that I hadn't taken my emotions to for a very long time.

  “Come on,” I panted into her mouth. “Let’s go to my bedroom. Do you… Do you want to?” There was no point in hiding what we both wanted, not when it was so damn obvious, and luckily, she nodded happily to that. I slid my hand into hers, intertwining our fingers together, feeling lighter than air. This was going to be absolutely amazing, I just knew it, and now that I’d accepted where we were going, I could feel the nerves turning into a very intense excitement. I couldn’t wait.

  This is good; this is something new; this is moving forward – and who better to take that step with than June?

  Chapter Sixteen

  June – Sunday

  Oh my God, I was kissing Roy. What the hell was wrong with me? Sure, I’d spent enough time being attracted to him, but to act on it right now, with that emotional interview fresh in my mind, the reminder of the job that I was supposed to be working on…it all felt a little much. So much so, that I almost pulled back from him. Almost.

  But then he ran his rough, callused hands over my body, and I lost my freaking mind. This was a real man touching me, and that made my heart beat a whole lot faster. It wasn’t what I was used to at all, but I suddenly realized it was exactly what my life had been missing. As we kissed like there was no tomorrow, a red-hot fire sparked and it hit me that there was no turning back now.

  Almost as if he could sense that shift within me, he tugged at the dress, pulling it over my head. As the material slid over me, revealing far more of my body than what I thought I would, the anxiety finally caught up with me. I started to panic that I wouldn’t be good enough, that he wouldn’t like me when he saw my soft curves, that he would be much
more used to much sexier women than me…

  But as my dress fell to the ground and Roy gave me an intense, desire-filled look, I started to feel a little bit all right again. Why the hell should I be so worried about the way I looked, when it was clearly working for him?

  “Wow, you really are something else,” he grinned at me, before running his mouth all over my neck and collarbone, sending bolts of lust shooting powerfully through my body.

  As my head lolled backwards and my eyes slid shut, the sensations overcame me completely; I could feel him unhooking my bra and the garment falling to the ground. Before I could even take a second to process that, or to become overwhelmed with fear, his mouth found my nipples. He flickered his tongue all over them, sending an involuntary moan flying past my lips.

  “You like that, huh?” It was amazing to see this new side come out of him in the heat of the moment. I felt happy to be able to see that side of him, special that he’d let me in, and it made me want that much more.

  “I do,” I panted loudly. “It feels…” But I couldn’t find a way to finish that sentence.

  I finally gave in fully, tugging his top over his head, taking a second to admire his rippling muscles as I did. It was a body that most men had to work hard for, but to Roy, it seemed to come naturally. It was obviously all the hard work that he did on the ranch, and for a second I felt really grateful for that. This guy was so damn hot, he actually made me growl with desire.

  “Would you like to go up to my bedroom?” he eventually gasped, the desire getting to him too, as he rubbed his hands over my curves. “It’ll be more comfortable in there.”

  But I shook my head rapidly. It wasn't that I didn’t want him, because damn it I did; I just didn’t want to do anything that would break the magic of the moment. I knew deep down that this was really wrong, and now that I was in the heat of it all, I didn’t want to stop and think rationally. “No, I want to stay right here.”

  With lust pumping the blood through my body, I decided that since this might be the only time that I got to be with Roy, I wanted to do it right. I wanted to explore every single inch of him, so I slumped to my knees, hitting the kitchen floor with a thud. His eyes widened in surprise as I tugged on his belt and began to unbuckle his trousers. It felt good to be able to shock him; it proved to me that despite all of the intense sexual experiences that he’d undoubtedly had, at least in my mind, I could still stand out and be different.

  I just hoped that also, I could be better.

  As I finally freed him from his underwear, his throbbing erection stood to attention in front of me, causing me to gasp out in shock. It was thicker, more impressive than anything I’d ever seen before, and I found my heart beating faster, suddenly desperate for a taste. I glanced up at Roy, wanting to see how this was making him feel, what my act of bravery was doing to him. As I ran my fingers up and down his shaft for a second, just getting a feel of him, a look of ecstasy instantly spread across his expression, making me feel good about myself.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, as I moved my lips closer to him. His head tossed back as he sensed where I was going with this. “June.”

  As I moved in for the kill, and I finally wrapped my lips around him, his muscular thighs instantly tensed up and he gripped tightly onto the table behind him. That had to be a good sign – it meant I had him exactly where I wanted him. I traced my lips up and down, flickering my tongue as I went, and he was almost crumbling right there and then. That made me feel incredible, like a sex goddess, and I never wanted to stop.

  “Oh my God, no...” he finally cried out, moving my head backwards. “You have to stop right now.” I felt a little disappointed, but as I heard his ragged breathing, I couldn't help but smile to myself. At least I’d driven him crazy – that was what I wanted to do, after all.

  He pulled me back up and started kissing me passionately. As he lifted me upright and I wrapped my legs around him, he lifted me onto the table behind us both, placing me on it with a thump. I could feel his erection, pressing against me, which left my body screaming out for him. I needed him, right now, but my head was spinning far too crazily for me to even think about forming words, never mind a sentence.

  Then his fingers ran up my legs, finding the outline of my underwear, where he teased me through the cotton material until I almost screamed aloud with a strange frustrated sense of joy.

  I gripped hard onto his strong shoulders and gasped into his mouth as he slowly went under the material, just running his fingers tantalisingly up and down my slit.

  “What do you want?” he asked me breathlessly.

  “Y...you,” I just about managed to spit out. “I want you.”

  He responded willingly by slipping one finger inside, but it didn’t feel like enough. I tried to move closer to him, to get him to thrust deeper inside, but that simply made him chuckle.

  “Impatient, aren’t we?” he asked smilingly, but luckily for me he slid another finger inside. As he massaged me, I felt myself falling, slowly into the pleasure-filled abyss. However, I got the feeling that he needed me to be vocal, that he wanted me to express to him exactly what I needed, so I forced myself to get the words out, however difficult it was.

  “More... I need more.”

  He kissed me hard before yanking my underwear away from, leaving me totally and utterly uncovered for him. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but with the hooded look he was giving me, that all fell away. Then, once his cock was there, teasing my entrance, any self-consciousness just vanished.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” I finally panted into his mouth, needing him immediately. “I need you now.”

  As he finally gave me what I wanted by thrusting inside me, I cried out loudly with pure joy. He felt amazing, better than I’d even expected, and the way he was angled was already beginning to hit all of the right spots, almost as if he’d planned it exactly, sending me teetering dangerously towards the knife’s edge almost instantly.

  “Oh fuck,” Roy groaned, feeling the pleasure, too. He moved his hands from the small of my back to hold onto the table, allowing himself to thrust more powerfully, sending me flying backwards, causing me to need to grip tightly onto him.

  After what felt like only a few moments, a pool of heat began to spread from my stomach and creep around the rest of my body. I was hot, dizzy with lust, and almost at my limit. There was something about Roy, something special, something that had me flying higher than air.

  Then the waves of pleasure began to shatter through my body, causing me to shudder and tremble, falling apart in his arms and clinging onto him like a rag doll. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against mine, causing a deep bond to form between us, a connection like no other.

  As soon as I’d stopped yelling, Roy picked me up once more as if I weighed nothing, with my legs still wrapped around him, and we both collapsed onto the kitchen floor, where he continued to thrust on top of me. This surprising action somehow managed to make the intense waves of pleasure last even longer, causing it to be the most incredible experience of my whole damn life.

  With one final yell of joy, Roy fell on top of me; both of us were completely exhausted and drained by the experience, but glad to have succumbed to temptation. I knew that there were a million reasons why that probably shouldn’t have happened, but I was glad that it had.

  I held onto him for a few moments, not quite ready for him to leave. I was enjoying the warmth of his body, his scent, the feel of his muscles, but of course, eventually I had to go.

  As we got dressed in a strange silence, I really started to consider what had just happened, and I realised that this was something I needed to keep a secret. Okay, so I would have to tell Hailey about it because she needed to know...but as for anyone else, well, it would make me look very unprofessional if they ever found out, and I really didn’t want that to become my reputation.

  “Would you like a drink or something?” Roy asked me, shooting me a little bit of a cautious look.

  I
considered his request for a second before shaking my head no. I did want to stay with him, but I didn’t want him to think that I was about to become a clingy girl who expected far too much for him. Plus, I needed to get home and sort out my own feelings.

  “No, I think I better go,” I told him sadly. “But...thank you for a great evening. Thank you for the interview.”

  “Well, at least keep my number,” he smiled at me, picking up my phone from the dining room table. “I would definitely like to see you again.”

  “Me, too,” I nodded slowly, knowing that at least that much was true. “Thank you, and I’ll give you my number, too.”

  I might not have been too sure about anything really, but I knew for certain that Roy was someone I wanted to keep in my life. He’d just made me feel so damn incredible, it was unbelievable. Now I just needed to figure out what I would risk for it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Roy – Tuesday

  Two whole days had passed. Two days and I couldn’t stop thinking about June. She really was something else. Ever since I’d lost my wife, I’d been with women here and there, but as soon as they were gone, I forgot all about them. Even Crystal, who was my closest friend, but June…she wasn’t going anywhere in my mind, not that I was trying very hard to get rid of her.

  “Well, Tank, here’s your breakfast.” As I put the plate down in front of him, I couldn’t help but notice that I’d given him much more than his usual small portion. I also couldn’t help but feel the pep in my step, one that definitely hadn't been there before. It was all because of June – I knew that much because the only time I’d felt that way before was when Shelley was in my life.

  I took a moment to remember the first time Shelley and I had sex. It was a lot different between us; we were actually dating first, and we were much younger at the time, so it took a full month before she let us go the whole way. The entire experience had been very romantic, very plannedout, nothing like the spontaneous spur-of-the-moment event that had just happened. I cooked her dinner, lit candles, played soft music…eventually led her up to the bedroom. It was all very lovely, and left us both extremely happy, and it made me realize that she was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

 

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