I shifted my grip so I could turn her head and steal her lips for a wet, soul deep kiss. Then I helped her back into position, holding on to the headboard.
“I don’t want to hear more than a whimper while I fuck this pussy, understand?” She nodded, and I loosened the reins I’d held on my control.
Again and again, I dragged my cock along her walls until I was almost all the way out, then thrust in hard, our skin slapping together as I bottomed out. Little by little, I lost every thread of my sanity until I was fucking her so hard, I knew she’d be sore for a week. I loved the idea that she would feel me for days and it urged my frenzy, fueling my powerful drives.
“I could live in your pussy, Aspen. So fucking tight. Damn, you’re going to be sore as fuck tomorrow and that makes me so damn hard.”
She started to shake, and I slid a hand up her dewy back and into her hair. Clasping a handful of the silky strands, I yanked gently as I pushed inside again. She moaned and her knuckles turned white from gripping the headboard.
“You’re close? Aren’t you, beautiful?” She bounced her head up and down frantically. “Together,” I ground out through clenched teeth. My balls were drawn up tight, shots of electricity seemed to be shooting straight to my dick from every nerve. With one finger, I circled her little bud, driving her closer and closer to completion.
“I fucking love feeling you come around my cock, Aspen. It’s like nothing else in this world. So tight and hot. That’s right, I feel you there.”
I pinched. “Come, Aspen,” I growled. She exploded, throwing her head back in ecstasy, biting her lip so hard I saw a tiny drop of blood.
“Fuck! Yes! Aspen, you’re so damn good. Fuck, yeah!” I was doing my best to keep my voice down, but when my orgasm finally barreled through me at warp speed, I shouted, “Fuck yes, beautiful!”
We both froze and our eyes strayed to the baby monitor. After thirty seconds of silence, the sensations roared back and I pumped hard as I emptied myself into Aspen’s greedy pussy.
I collapsed onto my side, taking her with me and dragging her over top so I could push back up into her silken heat.
She giggled. “Seems like you’re the one who needs a gag next time.”
I swatted her ass, but chuckled along with her. She wasn’t wrong.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And, I do trust you, I promise.” Her fingers traced my tattoos idly.
I looked down and lifted her chin with a finger. “Thank you.” Brushing her hair back off of her forehead, I stared into those chocolate depths and felt every emotion inside me reflected back. “You are everything to me, Aspen. Don’t ever doubt how much I love you. You and Carter both.” I grinned. “And all of our other babies.” My cock immediately hardened, as though it knew it had a job to do and there was no rest for the weary.
Aspen’s head popped up and she gaped at me. “Just how many time are you planning on knocking me up, Weston Davis?” she snapped without any real heat.
I smiled crookedly and watched her melt, right before my eyes. “I don’t know, beautiful. I’ll tell you when I’m tired of seeing you swollen with my babies and watching you feed them with your spectacular tits.” I bucked my hips and grasped her tits in my palms. “So . . . a lot.”
Epilogue
Aspen
Walking just inside the foyer of our home, I paused to listen to the sound of Carter’s giggles, mingled with Willow’s cooing noises, and Weston’s deep laughter. It was one of my favorite things to hear—my family’s happiness. Knowing how easily it could have all been taken from me by that crazy woman who’d stalked me in her attempt to have Weston for herself had made me value them even more.
Lifting a finger to my lips to let Macy know I wanted us to be as quiet as possible, I set my purse and shopping bags onto the side table and followed the noise to the living room, where we found them sprawled on the floor.
Carter was scooting around the floor on the ride-on giraffe toy his Auntie Jenna had given him last week for his first birthday. It was by far his favorite gift, which had prompted Weston to go out looking for something to top his sister’s present. The floppy-eared, brown puppy chewing on a bunny-shaped, squeaky toy under the coffee table had been his solution. Carter had squealed with joy when he’d brought the puppy home, waking up his baby sister who hadn’t seemed too impressed with Jazz when he’d licked her face and made her cry.
My gaze swept across the room to land on Willow. My sweet three-month-old baby girl was happily batting away at the toys hanging from her baby gym play mat. Weston had gotten his way, knocking me up again as soon as he’d swept back into my life. We’d only been in our new home for a couple weeks before morning sickness had kicked in and I’d finally realized what I hadn’t realized in the flurry of the move—I’d missed my period.
My second pregnancy had gone much more smoothly than the first, largely due to the fact that Weston wouldn’t have had it any other way. He’d been with me every step of the way, going to all my doctor’s appointments and reading just about every single pregnancy book that had been published in the past decade. He’d insisted we take Lamaze classes all over again since he’d missed it the first time around. And he’d held my hand without complaint throughout the ten hours of labor it took to give birth to our baby girl.
“It’s a good thing he’s tall,” Macy whispered behind me. “Or else he wouldn’t be able to play with both of them at the same time like that.”
I laughed lightly at the sight of Weston sprawled between our children, flicking at the teddy bear on Willow’s gym with one hand and using his other arm as a gate each time Carter circled around. His green eyes were shining with happiness when he glanced up and found us standing there staring at him. He rose to his feet with coiled grace and strode towards me to pull me into his body and capture my mouth with his own.
“Be gentle with her,” Macy warned. “She had a tough time this afternoon.”
Weston lifted his head and looked at my best friend like she was crazy. “Since when is shopping tough?”
“Shopping,” Macy drawled sarcastically. “Right.”
“Macy!” I hissed, elbowing her in the side.
“As much as I’d love to stay and see how this all shakes out, I’d better run since I’ve got a hot date tonight.”
“Anyone I need to look into?” Weston asked, making me melt into him even more. I loved that my best friend and husband had grown into friends, once Macy had forgiven him for the misunderstanding which had left me alone for a year.
“Nah,” she laughed. “It’s nothing serious. Just a first date, but I’ll definitely take you up on it if the need ever arises. You’re way better than the usual internet searches a girl usually has to resort to using.”
She twirled away, offering us a wave over her shoulder as she headed out the way we’d come in.
“Your best friend’s a nut.”
“That she is,” I agreed.
“But what did she mean about you having a tough time today?” he asked worriedly, taking hold of my shoulders and setting me away from him so he could look me up and down.
“About that,” I sighed, twisting to the side and lifting my hair up. I knew the moment he caught sight of the bandage that had been hiding underneath. He tensed up, a muscle ticked in his jaw, and I swore I felt his anger fill the room.
“How the hell did you get hurt?”
“It’s not an injury,” I reassured him. “Nobody hurt me. Well, not any more than I asked them to.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” he growled.
“It’ll be easier to show you than to explain. Can you help me with the bandage?”
His fingers were extra gentle as he peeled back the tape and lifted up an edge on the white gauze. “Aspen,” he groaned. “You went and got a tattoo without me?”
“I wouldn’t have been able to surprise you if you’d been there.”
“Holy fuck,” he breathed out. “You inked my name on your flawless skin.” His
fingers lightly hovered over the lettering that went down my spine, starting just above my shoulder blades.
“Dammit,” he groaned. “The kids just woke up about thirty minutes ago, so I won’t be able to show you just how much I fucking love this until later tonight.”
I shivered at the dark promise in his tone.
“You may want to go take a nap of your own because it’s going to take me hours and several orgasms to come close to making you understand what this means to me.”
It was a good thing I took his advice because I didn’t get any sleep that night. But I did have enough orgasms that I was looking forward to seeing how he’d react to the tattoos of our children’s names I was planning to get in the future.
Continue on for our bonus book included for a limited time with the purchase of I’m Yours, Baby—Deception (Mafia Ties #1).
Deception
Mafia Ties #1
Fiona Davenport
Deception
Mafia Ties #1
Nic DeLuca is used to taking what he wants. Born to lead a powerful mafia family, he’s not in the habit of asking for permission—or forgiveness. He’s willing to cross any boundary when it comes to possessing what he considers to be his, and from the moment he laid eyes on Anna Martin, he knew she was meant for him.
Nic is quick to move the innocent nanny into his home... and his bed. But, he hides his dark side from Anna. The deception is necessary to ensure she falls for him before she realizes exactly who he is.
Please note: Nic & Anna’s romance is a three-part story, but there are no relationship cliffhangers.
Love is not blind,
it sees more not less;
but because it sees more,
it chooses to see less.
~Unknown~
Chapter 1
Anna
“Good morning, Anna,” the recruiter at the Manhattan nanny agency greeted me, waving towards the chair in front of her desk. “You look lovely this morning.”
“Thank you.” My reply was faint. I might look nice on the outside, but I was a mess on the inside as I sat down across from her. I’d dressed with extra care this morning because I needed the boost in confidence. I’d hoped to have been placed with a family by now, but each of my interviews had been worse than the next.
The first family’s home had been a disaster and they’d fully expected the nanny to be the one to clean it. The second family’s children were holy terrors who’d managed to scare off three nannies in two weeks. My third interview was a couple days ago and had been horrible. The mother hadn’t been able to make the appointment due to a work commitment and the father made it quite clear he expected to receive special attention if he hired me. It had been enough to make me seriously reconsider if I was cut out to be a nanny.
“I’m sorry things haven’t gone smoothly for you so far. Matching a nanny with a family isn’t always an easy task, but I’m sure we’ll be able to find something suitable for you.”
At least one of us was sure. “I hate to admit it, but I was thinking maybe this was a sign that I should try to do something else instead.”
She cocked her head and studied me a moment, most likely trying to gauge how serious I was about giving up. “Are you willing to give me one more chance?”
My hands twisted in my lap, toying with the edge of the cardigan sweater I’d paired with a sundress to make it more appropriate for a visit to her office. “Maybe.”
With a nod, she lifted a manila folder off the top of a stack and flipped it open. She scanned it quickly before flashing me a smile. “I think this might be perfect for you. The girl is six years old and has had health issues, almost from birth. Because of her illness, it’s harder to find a nanny to accept the position. Your schooling could be put to good use.”
My heart strings tugged, even though I knew my one year studying to become a physical therapy assistant wouldn’t be much help when it came to caring for a sick child.
“Her grandmother has been caring for her, but she isn’t able to keep up with her any longer—not because of Sophia’s health issues, but because she’s had a health scare of her own. Her dad came to us several weeks ago, but so far we haven’t had any luck matching them with a nanny.”
I noticed a glaring omission in her description of the family. “What about her mom?”
She rifled through the papers in the folder before answering. “I can only assume she isn’t a part of her daughter’s life since there was no mention of her in the information provided.”
“After what happened on the last interview, I’d really prefer a position with a family, with a wife who will be around a lot. Not a single dad.”
She closed the folder and leaned towards me, lowering her voice. “I was lucky enough to meet with Mr. DeLuca in person. I don’t think I’ve ever met a more gorgeous man. Trust me when I tell you that he has no need to take advantage of an employee. Not only is he sexy, he has money too. You’re a pretty girl, but I’m sure he has women throwing themselves at him left and right.”
“Okay,” I sighed, feeling like she’d put me in my place.
I was a nanny who couldn’t find a charge, and this little girl sounded like she couldn’t find a nanny. Maybe it was meant to be. Besides, if the interview didn’t go well, I could just throw in the towel and think of something else to do. Really, what was the worst thing that could happen?
An hour later, I was untying my cardigan from around my waist so I could put it back on before knocking on the door of the impressive brownstone, on the upper west side, in front of me. Although my cream and pink striped sundress was flattering, it was hardly appropriate for an interview with its spaghetti straps and low neckline. All of which I wasn’t able to cover up with my sweater before the door flew open.
A tall, dark-haired man with a neatly trimmed beard stood in front of me. His black, button-down shirt was drawn tautly across his muscular chest because one of his arms was pulled behind his back as he held the door. His dark gaze swept over me from head to toe, and I felt my skin heat in response to the flare in his eyes as they landed on my chest. He whispered something under his breath. It sounded like it might have been Italian. I hurriedly put my sweater on and buttoned it up, well aware that his gaze remained on me the entire time. When I lifted my head once again, his lips were tilted up in a smirk that somehow made him even more attractive.
“Anna Martin, I presume?” His voice was deep and slightly rough, a perfect match for his looks.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice quivering at the end as he lifted my hand to his lips instead of shaking it.
“I’m Niccolo DeLuca. Nic,” he introduced himself, tugging me into the house and keeping possession of my hand to lead me into an office in the back.
I should have known, but he was much younger than I had expected. Most likely still in his early twenties. Holy heck, the recruiter wasn’t kidding when she said he was hot. If anything, she’d understated it. After my experience with the dad at my third interview, I’d been understandably nervous about the idea of working for a single dad. But if Nic DeLuca wanted to sexually harass me, I wasn’t sure I’d complain.
“Please have a seat,” he gestured to a small, brown leather couch.
After he helped me get settled, he dropped down onto the matching chair which was diagonally opposite from me. His legs were long enough that my bare calf brushed against his dress pants.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice.”
“It wasn’t a problem at all. I had a meeting at the agency this morning, so I was already out and about anyway,” I assured him.
“My mother fell and broke her arm about a month ago, and it brought my attention to just how much she does for Sophia and me. Unfortunately, her doctor has decided she needs surgery because the break isn’t healing the way he’d like. So, the need to find a suitable nanny for my daughter is more urgent than ever.”
His eyes softened when he talked about his mom and daughter, m
aking him even more attractive than before. I mentally shook myself, trying to overcome his magnetic pull. “I’m sorry to hear about your mom.”
“Thanks.” He flashed me another smile before getting down to business. “The agency sent your resume over. I noticed that up until a couple months ago you were studying to become a physical therapy assistant. Have you decided not to continue with that? Because the hours I’d need you to be available aren’t conducive to a full, or even part-time, course load.”
“No, I decided that it wasn’t for me so I won’t be going back.”
“What made you decide to try nannying?”
“I love kids,” I blurted out awkwardly. “I mean, I’ve always been good with children. I started babysitting when I was twelve, volunteered at the church’s day care all throughout high school, and had planned to focus on pediatric patients as a PTA.”
“You only spent a year at college. I’m hoping whomever I hire will stay for at least several years. Sophia is only six and will most likely grow attached to her nanny. I don’t want to make any unnecessary changes to her routine once it’s settled.”
Finding the right words to explain was difficult. None of my friends or the few boys I’d tried dating in high school understood where I was coming from. It had to be done, though, so I forced the words out of my mouth. “Leaving school the way I did probably makes me seem flaky, but I swear I’m not. It just wasn’t right for me, it wasn’t what I’m really looking for in life. It might make me sound old-fashioned, but what I really see myself doing is being a wife and mother. Since I haven’t found the right guy for me yet, being a nanny makes sense. I can’t promise to stay on as Sophia’s nanny forever, but I can tell you that I’m loyal. I’ll probably grow as attached to her as she will to me, and it would be hard to leave her.”
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