The Billionaire's Nanny

by Lexi Aurora

  “Come on, Daddy,” she said, waving him forward as she started in the direction of the small, colorful train station in the park. A passenger train wound through the trails, and it was just about to take off by the time we got to it. We hopped on and I sat across from Ivy and Jack in the car. I was so close to them that my knee kept brushing Jack’s every time the train lurched, and somehow even that brief touch was enough to make my body react distractingly. I tried to fold my legs closer to my body but the car was too cramped for that, so I gave up and relaxed, allowing our legs to brush together.

  “What do you think, Ivy?” Jack asked, although his eyes were on me instead of his daughter. “Isn’t it pretty?”

  I blushed, turning my attention to the little girl, away from that disconcerting stare.

  “It’s pretty,” she said. “I want to ride the ponies.”

  “Ponies?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

  “She means the carousel,” I said, pointing over to where the colorful ride was spinning in place at the edge of the park. His face went almost green when he looked over at it.

  “Oh,” he said.

  “You don’t like carousels?” I asked him. He shook his head.

  “I hate things that spin,” he admitted.

  “I can go by myself,” said Ivy.

  “We’ll see how big the ride is, sweetie,” he said. “I can go with you.”

  “I’ll go with her,” I promised. “If you’re too chicken.”

  He laughed. “That’s not fair.”

  “Daddy’s a chicken,” Ivy said, bursting into giggles, making chicken noises and tickling her father as the train made its way in a circle around the park. I loved watching the two of them together—how sweet Jack was to his daughter. It had never been like that between me and my own dad, and it was touching to see how loving and genuine Jack’s relationship was with his daughter.

  The train stopped where it had started and we climbed off, following Ivy as she skipped across the park in the direction of the carousel. Jack bumped against my side, and when I looked up at him, he was giving me a playful smile.

  “What?” I asked him, blushing under his look.

  “Nothing,” he said, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. We caught up to Ivy, who had already gotten in line for the carousel.

  “I’ll go with her,” I said, starting forward. He took my wrist.

  “She can go by herself. It’s for kids,” he said, and though I’d stopped moving, he was still holding onto me. “I think even you might be too big for those horses.”

  “That’s too bad,” I said. “I’d love to ride.”

  He raised his eyebrows at me and my breath hitched in my chest, embarrassed by my choice of words. I opened my mouth to say something to try to fix it but I was cut off by a voice behind us, the same familiar one I had heard in the coffee shop. I stared at Jack, then glanced over my shoulder to see Josh approaching us. I felt myself grow tense as I always did when he was around, deeply uncomfortable, and this time it was exacerbated by the fact that we were in front of Jack.

  “Lauren, how are you?” Josh asked, and I looked at him incredulously when he opened his arms for a hug. I stared at him, not moving, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a smile flicker over Jack’s lips.

  “What do you want?” I asked him.

  “Is that any way to treat an old friend?” Josh said, then looked up at Jack. “Actually, it looks like you’ve got a new old friend. Moved onto older men, have we? Couldn’t find anyone your own age?”

  “Maybe she’s only interested in men who don’t act like children when they get rejected for a hug,” Jack said before I could say anything. “That was actually really embarrassing, by the way.”

  I put my hand over my mouth, covering the grin that had spread over my face at the expression on Josh’s. He looked deeply embarrassed, his face flushed red. Jack was regarding him with a calm, cool expression.

  “Who are you?” Josh asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Standing in front of Jack, Josh looked almost small, despite the fact that he was over six feet tall. He was nowhere near as broad as Jack, who was built like a football player, all hard muscle.

  “This is Jack Stephens,” I said, and delighted in the look on Josh’s face as he recognized the name.

  “Oh,” was all he said. Jack grinned at him, then made a shooing gesture that I knew was sure to infuriate Josh even more.

  “Move along,” Jack said in a bored voice, then wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him, turning us around to face the carousel again. I heard Josh huff behind us and stomp off. I stared up at Jack, who hadn’t moved his arm from my waist. His hand rested on my hip only lightly, but I felt the weight and heat of it all over my body.

  “How was that?” he asked.

  “Perfect,” I said. “Thank you. Did you see the look on his face?”

  He laughed, pulling his arm away as the carousel slowed down.

  “I did,” he said, looking down to meet my eye. “Always a pleasure.”

  His last words sounded sultry, almost like an invitation. I felt my breath hitch in my chest at the look on his face, one of frank interest and desire. He looked away from me when Ivy came running toward us, jumping into his arms.

  “What’s next, Daddy?” she asked.

  “I think it’s about time to go home, baby,” he said. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yeah!” she said, not putting up a fuss that we had to leave the park. That was just like Ivy—she was an easy kid, loved to go with the flow and live in the moment. We got back into the car and I sat in the passenger seat, glancing over at Jack as he started the car. He gave me a warm look before he pulled out and I knew that it meant there was something to come. I had noticed that Jack hadn’t denied any romantic involvement with me—neither one of us had corrected Josh to tell him that I was only Jack’s nanny, not his girlfriend. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as we pulled away, and it wasn’t until we pulled up to the house that I realized Ivy had fallen asleep in the backseat.

  Chapter 7: Lauren

  I watched Jack carry Ivy inside in his arms, cradling her like a doll against his chest. He was so gentle with her, so loving, and he looked at me before he carried her up the stairs.

  “Wait for me down here,” he said, his eyes on mine, leaving them briefly to glance at my lips. I nodded, unable to say no even if I had tried. He walked quietly up the steps with Ivy in his arms, and I listened to his footsteps as he carried her into her room. A few minutes later, he came back downstairs, a smile on his face as he regarded me.

  “Let’s go outside,” he said, and I followed him through the kitchen and out the set of French doors at the back of the house that opened up onto a beautiful, lush lawn. We went outside, closing the doors behind us, and I leaned against the rail of the patio, looking up at Jack’s face. He met my eye and held it for a long, quiet moment before I was able to speak.

  “Thank you for sticking up for me at the park. With Josh,” I said.

  “It was fun,” he said. “Although I feel like I could have been a little more effective.”

  “How’s that?” I asked him. He shifted his body so that he was leaning against the rail as well, only a few inches away from me.

  “I could have shown him a bit of why you would choose an older man over him,” he said. His eyes were sparkling as he looked at me, dazzling in the moonlight.

  “How would you do that?” I asked him. He reached his hand up and touched my cheek, much as he had the night I had apologized to him.

  “I could have kissed you,” he said, looking into my eyes.

  “It would have had to be convincing,” I said. “Very convincing.”

  “Do you think it would have been?” he asked. I couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t keep myself from leaning toward his face.

  “Depends,” I said. “How does an older man kiss? Is it any better?”

  He grinned, looking at my mouth, leaning in to brush his lips ove
r my own. I was trembling just being so close to him, the tension between us racing through my whole body.

  “Would you like me to demonstrate, Lauren?” he asked softly. In response, I brought my face close to his and sucked gently on his bottom lip, then the top one. He responded by kissing me back, his mouth moving slowly, tongue slipping into my mouth to taste mine. I moved against him without thinking, pressing my body against his as he teased me with his tongue, his mouth hungry against mine. It felt like a dam had burst within me, and I found myself kissing him ravenously as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He pulled away after a moment, looking down at me.

  “What do you think?” he asked, a playful look in his eye. I responded by kissing him again, wanting to do it over and over. Jack lifted me easily into his arms then, holding me by the hips against his chest as we kissed. He got up quickly to slip a condom on before repositioning himself between my legs. I felt his cock pressing against me, rock hard and ready, and tried to move against it even as he held me. He laughed softly, kissing me again before he carried me inside. I stared at his face as we went, making our way up the stairs and into his bedroom. It was massive and luxurious, perfect for him, and the bed was soft when he laid me down.

  “We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, even as he started to unbutton the front of my dress with nimble fingers.

  “No, we shouldn’t,” I agreed as he bared my breasts and continued to unbutton me to the waist. He paused for a moment, looking down at me before he lowered his mouth to kiss each of my nipples.

  “I couldn’t stop now if I tried,” he breathed, taking one of them between his lips and sucking on it gently. “I personally don’t give a shit.”

  “Me neither,” I said, a soft whimper escaping my lips as he lapped at the hard bud with his tongue. He switched to the other breast, his hands tracing my thighs, making me grow wetter by the second. I could feel my pussy hot and swollen between my legs, needy and desperate. I found myself taking his hand from my thigh, tracing it upward so that his hand was touching my pussy through my panties. I started to use his fingers to rub my pussy up and down, meeting his eye when he lifted his head to look at me.

  “You had me fooled at first, Lauren,” he said, taking control over the movement of his hands, tracing my slit with his finger.

  “How’s that?” I managed to ask, even as his finger swiped at my clit. I squirmed against his hand, whimpering, though I was trying to keep myself quiet. I didn’t want to wake Ivy—that meant we would have to stop, and the last thing I wanted was for him to stop touching me.

  “You come in here with a shy look on your face. Pretty smile. You tell me you like to read and play the violin. I thought you were a good, wholesome girl when I hired you.”

  “I am a good girl,” I breathed. He chuckled, shaking his head as he started to suck on my nipple again, his hand dipping into my panties to stroke my bare pussy. The minute his fingers touched my skin, my body started to tremble underneath him.

  “You’re not. Look at you. Look at how fucking wet you are already. You’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, clicking his tongue. “And while we were out having wholesome family time. That’s not a good girl to me.”

  I blushed. It was true that I had occasionally found images of Jack touching me flashing through my mind when I caught his gaze or felt the briefest touch from his hand. Just being around him affected me deeply, and I found that I’d always return to my room from our meetings with a soaked pair of panties and a heart that wouldn’t stop racing.

  “Have you fantasized about your boss, Lauren?” he asked me, placing a kiss just below my breasts before he pulled my dress off, leaving me only in my panties. I nodded in answer to him, watching as he hooked his fingers over my panty line and pulled them down over my hips, tossing them aside once they were off. I wanted to see him naked, too, see that perfect body, every inch of skin. I pulled his shirt off and he slipped out of his pants, revealing a cock that was long and thick.

  “What have you imagined me doing to you?” he asked, placing kisses down my body until his face was positioned between my legs. “I want you to tell me while I eat your pussy.”

  “Oh,” I said, hardly able to catch my breath. I had no idea how I was going to speak, especially when he started licking my pussy from bottom to top.

  “Tell me,” he said, his lips vibrating against my folds, tickling my clit.

  “I’ve thought about coming to your room at night,” I told him, letting the words spill freely from my lips as he started to suck on my clit.

  “And doing what?”

  “Waking you up with my mouth,” I said to him, closing my eyes and allowing myself to imagine it. “And then I would be on top.”

  “You want to come in at night and ride my cock,” he said.

  “Sometimes I can’t sleep thinking about it,” I admitted. He cursed under his breath, burying his face in my pussy and licking me eagerly.

  “Keep going,” he said in a gruff voice. “Tell me more.”

  “I can’t,” I whimpered as he started to lash at my clit with his tongue. “I can’t—”

  He pulled his mouth away and looked up at my face.

  “If you stop, I stop,” he said in a stern voice, his boss voice, the one that made me feel weak all over.

  “Okay,” I said desperate to keep going, relieved when he started to lick me again. “Okay. I um—I’ve thought about, about you and I in your office.”

  “Go on,” he said, tasting my clit as I spoke. I was panting, the words coming out ragged.

  “I thought about you bending me over your desk,” I said.

  “God, that is so fucking sexy,” he growled, spreading my legs further apart. “You are not a good girl at all, Lauren. Did you imagine me fucking you like that? From behind?”

  “Y-yes,” I breathed, stumbling over the word. He lifted his face then and crawled back over me, leaving my pussy feeling bereft until he started to stroke it with his fingers again. He had positioned himself between my legs and started to rub the head of his cock up and down my slit. He pressed inside of me then, filling me with his cock in one long stroke. My pussy stretched to fit him, clenching tight around his big cock as he started to rock in and out.

  “I’ll fuck you from behind over my desk, baby,” he said. “Make you come like that. But first I want to watch your face while I fuck you.”

  I moaned in response, and even louder when his hips sped up. He was holding my thighs wide apart, stretching me, making my clit throb with the desperation to be touched. When I tried to reach down and rub myself, he took my hands and pinned them to my sides, continuing to fuck me in long, deep strokes.

  “You know what I imagined about you?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “I imagined how pretty you’d look when you came on my cock,” he said. “And I’ve thought about how tight your pussy would be.”

  I whimpered as he slowed down, started to grind against the back of my pussy.

  “It’s so fucking tight, by the way. Even more than I imagined.”

  He spoke while changing his pace again, occasionally speeding up his hips, making my breath grow ragged, then slowing down before I had the chance to come. My clit felt desperately needy while he fucked me, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t take my hands from his grasp. I was riding up against him, taking him as deep as I could. Every time I was completely filled by him I felt like I was in heaven, like everything was perfect and I could live forever underneath him with his perfect cock stretching me out.

  “Do you think I’m a bad man for fantasizing about my sexy little nanny?” he asked, his thrusts growing rougher, wilder. I could tell he was losing control of them, that he was as lost in lust and pleasure as I was.

  “You are a bad man,” I said, lifting my face to kiss him. “A bad, bad man.”

  “That means we’re the perfect match, baby,” he said, and my heart fluttered in my chest. He released my hands then and brought
his fingers between my legs to strum my clit in delicate motions, riding against me hard and deep. He started to rub me harder when I whimpered a plea, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pounded into me. I eagerly accepting his cock with my frantic hips, moaning as he rubbed my clit until I came all over him. He didn’t stop, but continued to fuck me for a long time afterward, making me come again until he finally did as well.

  He pulled away from me, rolling over next to me and propping himself up on his elbow, tracing my body as it calmed down. I felt sleepy, warm and peaceful with the aftereffects of pleasure.

  “What do you think about being with an older man?” he asked me after a moment. I grinned at him, shrugging.

  “It’s okay,” I said casually. He laughed, kissing me on the lips.

  “You’ve never come that hard in your life,” he said. “I could tell by the look on your face.”

  I flushed red, glancing away from his eyes. It was true that it had been the hottest experience of my life; I had never experienced pleasure like that before, and my body was still melting into the bed because of it.

  “You’re so cute when you’re shy,” he said, grinning at me. “You should be a little wild all the time, Lauren. It suits you.”

  “Does it?” I asked.

  “Mhm,” he said, kissing me again. I yawned, closing my heavy eyelids.

  “You look sleepy,” he said, tracing my cheek with his fingers. “It’s adorable.”

  I closed my eyes, yawning and burying my face in the pillow. I had dozed off before I was able to finish my sentence, and was only vaguely aware of him laying down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

  Chapter 8: Jack

  I woke up before Lauren , opening my eyes to see her peaceful, sleeping face. Her lashes were thick and fanned out over her cheeks, making her look like a doll in the sunlight that was streaming in through the window. I felt so lucky in that moment just to have her in my bed; it was easy to ignore the doubts that were nagging at me—the alarm bells that were going off in my head, screaming at me to stay away from Lauren. I was quickly starting to fall for her. It made me feel like I was jumping into something with her that I didn’t think I was ready for. I couldn’t imagine the alternative, though. Ending things with Lauren, keeping it limited to one night only, was something that I didn’t think I would be able to do now that I’d had her.