by Paige North
Olivia makes a shrieking noise in the nursery, and Bailey pulls away. “I have to go,” she breathes, her chest heaving, as she fights to regain the air from her lungs. “Thank you for the stuff. It will make my room look really lovely.”
“I’ll come see it later,” I tell her, swiping my thumb across her lips, pressing a kiss into them one last time. And I mean at night, after Olivia’s gone to sleep, when it’s just us in the house.
“I’ll look forward to it,” she says, pulling away and letting go of my hand, our gazes still connected. “Don’t be late.”
Bailey
Butterflies race inside my belly.
I’ve never waited with baited breath for a man to come to my room before, and now it’s happened twice in a month. When that man is NYC’s hottest bad boy billionaire, Zayden Hawthorn, the butterflies are times a thousand. My body vibrates with need just sitting here waiting.
Sure enough, around midnight, he knocks quickly and then props the door open without waiting for me to open it. I know I should be offended at his invasion of privacy, but I also like the way he just takes what he wants. It’s not like me to feel that way, but Zayden has taken everything I thought I knew about myself and smacked it hard on its ass.
I honestly don’t know who I am anymore. Maybe I never knew at all.
“How do you like it?” I spin around showing him the transformed room. I’ve put up tiny string lights, the bedspread and pillows are now gray and yellow, and the room looks a million times better than before. I almost feel like I live here, like I’m an accepted member of the family.
“Cute.” He eyes me like a wolf searching for blood. He wants nothing to do with the décor. He’s only here for me. “Suits you perfectly.”
I cringe. “That word—cute. I hate it. When I was in middle school, a boy I knew rated the girls he knew as ‘cute,’ ‘pretty,’ and ‘beautiful.’ Guess which category he put me in?”
“Insanely sexy?” His eyebrows rise.
“Nope.”
“Banging hot ass sexy?” He takes my hand and places it on his shoulder, takes my other hand and puts it around his neck. I’m sure he can feel my heart pounding against his stomach.
I laugh. “Nope. Come on, you can do it.”
“Let me guess. He put you in ‘cute,’ because he was an imbecile who couldn’t appreciate the beauty right in front of him.” Zayden bends down to kiss me, but I pull away to look into his eyes reflecting the string lights.
“You just called me cute, too,” I say.
“No. I called your room cute. You, however, are fucking sexy as fuck. See? I just used fuck twice in one description. That’s how hot you are.”
I giggle, loving this silly side of him. Wish he would be like this more often. “That’ll do.” I let him kiss me, and things scorch up very quickly. I’ve been waiting for him for the better part of two hours now, so I’m wet in no time. Doesn’t really take a lot with Zayden.
We stand in the middle of the room, making out, hands all over each other. He inhales a long whiff of my hair. “You showered and didn’t wait in your towel for me. Tsk, tsk. How dare you.”
“I can shower again.” I arch an eyebrow.
He takes my hand, and pulls me out of my room.
“Where are we going?”
“My shower. No offense to your sparkly light palace. Mine’s just better.”
“None taken.” I’ve been dying to see what his room looks like anyway.
Zayden leads me inside, his presence bigger and naughtier than ever before, and I feel like I’ve been let past the threshold of an exclusive club. When we arrive to his gorgeous, sprawling bedroom the size of a small house, he presses a button and the blinds open, letting in the most unreal view of downtown Manhattan I’ve ever seen. “Go get in the shower. Be naked and wet when I get there.”
Dear God…
My insides crumble. Will anyone be able to see me naked when I walk out?
Do I really care?
I do as he says, and after about a minute in the shower, he walks in fully naked, his cock springing out like a massive snake, as he pushes me against the wall. His hands grip, search, and feel, as the solidness of his body presses against me. Zayden’s hand scoops around my head, and his other wraps around my waist, reeling me in. I’ve never felt smaller, more delicate, like a molecule getting tossed around by energetic forces.
I melt into his kiss, because there’s nothing else for me to do but follow his command now, let him sway me whichever way he wants. He’s in control tonight. Me, I’m a rag doll in his hands and it’s better this way. He knows what to do. He’s the one with all the experience, and I want him to lead me. His lips and tongue explore me, as his hands masterfully mold my neck then my wet shoulders beaded with hot water. My body gravitates toward Zayden, thrusting against him in the building steam of the shower.
I want my neck between his teeth, I want my tits squeezed by his massive hands. He reads my mind and body beautifully, kissing the desperately aching skin of my neck before reaching down to squeeze my tits, searching for a hard nipple to pinch and massage. “Love these,” he mutters against me. “Perfect for sucking.”
When I groan, a moan escapes his throat muffled up against my neck.
His hands are massive and thick, and I love them. One of the sexiest parts of his body. How many women has he handled this same way? Why is he so into me, I wonder? I’m nothing compared to all the socialites he dates, all the hot women worthy of a billionaire’s attention. Then I remember that I’m beautiful. And I’m smart. And I like to think I know him, can challenge him.
Still, I’m flattered, because I’m plain compared to them. Zayden could have any woman he wants, he’s so incredibly hot. But he wants me.
When his hands aren’t enough, I push his body downward, and his mouth slides along my hot, wet chest. He sucks in one nipple, letting it go with a loud pop, flicking it with his tongue, sucking it lightly between his teeth. I suck in a gasp as he takes the whole thing into his mouth. Zayden makes me feel beautiful, forgetful of my surroundings. He drinks in my breasts like they’re made of honey. He even gives them a light slap before squeezing them together for one final suck. Then, he points to the built-in shower seat made of tile.
“Put your beautiful ass on there,” he commands.
His voice and the way he looks at me makes my insides twist. How long are we going to keep doing this? Sneaking around by night, then pretending we’re just boss and nanny the next day? I could do this every night if he’s willing, though at some point, I’m going to want to know where we stand.
Sitting on the cold tile, I wait while he aims the shower head all over the seat and heats it up. Then as more imaginary butterflies flit around my body, he slowly kneels on the shower floor, kissing my tummy and digging his fingers around the chunky flesh of my ass. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the moment I saw you.”
I gasp, closing my eyes to feel his thick fingers touching me.
“I don’t know what it is, Bailey. But you make me crazy. I may have to have you every night now.”
“Fine with me,” I breathe.
“Is it?”
For now, I think. I mean, the thought of having mindless crazy sex every night right now sounds utterly appealing, but I know myself, and soon, I’ll wonder if that’s all he wants me for. I’ll wonder how important I am to him. “Yes. I want this. I want you,” I tell him, trying not to take any of this too seriously.
His index finger traces down my center line then slides into my folds. He presses into my pussy, as I gasp, brings his fingertips to his lips, and sucks off the wetness. “I want this, and I want you, too. I want to bury my face in your cunt. I want to taste that goodness.”
“Then, do it,” I tell him, throwing my head back and holding onto his thick, wet hair.
“Spread your legs wider. Show me everything.”
I open up, holding nothing back. Everything is bare and open for him to take. I’m vulnerable
and charged and ready for him to do whatever he wants. I may as well be his sex slave, because I have no control right now.
I lean back, powerless to resist him, nor would I want to anymore. I watch as he scoops my ass and breathes in the aura of everything I have to offer. Zayden Hawthorn’s handsome, gorgeous face is between my legs—that fucking amazing mouth kissing me softly at first then licking at the opening of my pussy all the way up to my most sensitive core and swirling it around there until my moans fill the shower.
His mouth breathes fire onto my skin, mixed with the steam and the hot water, I feel like I’m going to faint from how dangerously high I feel in every way. His finger slips inside of me slowly, and I moan and push my cunt into his face harder. He drinks from my body, making every lick and suck of my clit a work of art. His fingers drive into me faster, and every time I look up to see him, adoring my body, knowing that he loves it, that he wants to do this to me every night, I almost reach that point of spilling over.
Suddenly, he pulls away and slides up to my face to kiss me. I taste the sweetness of his kiss mixed with my essence, and it pushes me closer to him, closer to that pure lust I have for him. I’m so drawn to this man, and I don’t know why. I don’t even care if this is right or wrong anymore. I just want to feel good.
“Let’s dry off. It’s too hot in here.”
“Definitely too hot.” I fan myself, totally caught off-guard when he slides his hands underneath me and carries me out into the bedroom. I shriek and he smirks at my inexperienced silliness. I feel so girly with him, like I have so much to learn. And my ass is cold and dripping wet, and that part’s not so fun. Luckily, it’s warm in his room thanks to the heat and fireplace that’s magically turned on in the time we were in the shower.
I won’t even ask. Zayden has every techie gadget and control known to mankind.
I’m being carried by a tall, strong man, as we drip water along the floor. I try not to pull myself out of the moment, but there’s been so many firsts in just a few weeks, it’s hard not to. Zayden lays me down on a shaggy cream rug in front of the fire, and immediately kneels between my legs, grabbing me by the ass again and sliding me toward him. He presses the head of his cock against my aching, slick folds.
“You know what I love about you?” he asks, and I almost come just from the sexy look on his face. There’s something he loves about me? I raise my eyebrows and bite my lip. “You look so sweet on the outside, Bailey. You say you’re new to this. Yet…you’re such a bad girl. You love everything I do to you. You really are open to learning. Just like you said in your interview.”
He presses the head of his huge cock harder onto me.
I push my fingers into his mouth just to watch him suck on them. My pussy flares up again, pushing me higher. “Guess I needed the right boss to show me what to do.”
“That’s right. I’ll be sure to write Le Nanny a great review letting them know that Miss Bailey Rainville takes orders and is eager to please.” He thumbs my clit with one hand and holds his massive cock with the other. He slides it up and down my slick cunt, and holy shit, I want to feel him filling me up now.
I want him claiming me, taking me for his own.
“And maybe you didn’t know it when you walked into this house, but you needed a good fuck, Bailey. Not just from anyone, but from me. That’s why you chose me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe airily. It’s hard to admit, because it’s putting myself out there, but I did need someone. Not just for a fuck, but to show me how it could be between two people. “It had to be you. Slide into me, Zayden. Please. I can’t wait anymore.”
He cocks his head. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” Suddenly, he pushes in and slams into me, all the way to the hilt, balls deep, as my head throws back. I scream out loud. Stars explode in my vision, and I feel his fingers digging into my mouth to stretch it open. “Open that pretty little mouth, that sassy mouth. Cry out for me.”
He fills me so deeply, so good, I feel strangely complete. I’ve never felt this way before, never knew sex could be like this. I thought it was just bodies building to a release, like a sneeze. I never understood it was more—it’s about play, about trust, about souls spiraling upwards together, like a dance with a final crescendo and lift. I love having his cock stretch me out, his fingers flat against my clit, teasing me to the edge. I love that he knows what to do to me, because I sure as hell don’t.
He pulls out, taps my clit, cocks himself, then plows into me again. Harder this time, then harder, slamming against my core over and over. The pressure inside of me builds so deliciously, and I know I’m on the edge. Zayden fucks me hard and good, like he said, my boss banging my ass on this rug, expertly fiddling with my clit while he watches my face, intently waiting for the signs.
Holy…
My legs tighten around his waist, as I lock him in.
“Give it to me, Bailey. Give me that sweet cum of yours all over my fat cock. Come on, sweetheart…” Just seeing this normally fine-ass, well-dressed billionaire boss completely naked and now talking about his fat cock is what I need. I can’t take it anymore. “Come for me,” he demands again.
“Yes, sir,” I say instinctively. He’s my boss after all.
I come hard, reaching a powerful high, as the pulsing sensation throbs all throughout my core and body, spreading and radiating outwards, warming me all the way through. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, my muscles squeezing endlessly, as Zayden continues to fuck me through it all.
“You got it…” He groans in his triumph. “That’s it, sweetheart. Do it.”
And right when I think it can’t get any better, he joins me.
With a long groan, he comes right into me, sending himself shooting into my body, filling me up and claiming me yet again. We’re together in this thing. Whatever this thing is. I don’t know if he realizes it, though I just did—but he hasn’t used a condom. I won’t get pregnant, since I’m on the pill. But what does it mean that he didn’t bother to use protection? I hope it means that he trusts me, like I’m starting to trust him.
It should feel dangerous, but it feels right. It feels like this is where we both belong. I shouldn’t think about it so much, but I can’t help it. I breathe in the totality as fully as I can, aware of every breath, basking in the moment.
Dare I say it? This wasn’t like other times. This was something else. This was more.
We made love, and I don’t care if he denies it later—that’s what happened. And we enjoyed every minute of it. He collapses onto my body. I relish the weight of him pressing against me, as he breathes gently into my neck and reaches around for a blanket on the sofa and covers us both. We’re dry by now, the fire having done its job, but I’m shaking and don’t know why.
“Gotta wrap up my Bailey like a little burrito,” he says.
Good Lord. Is this even the same man who’s been torturing me with his hot-cold attitude all this time? He’s happier than I’ve ever seen him.
He takes my face in both hands, presses his beautiful lips against me, and holds me close. His skin smells so wonderful, his strong chest against mine feels reassuring and delicious. But I can’t fall asleep here. “I won’t hear the baby,” I say, fighting as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm me.
“You will.” He points to something on top of the mantelpiece.
A baby monitor. Zayden bought a baby monitor for his room? Oh, my God, my heart is melting. So he does care about her, or he wants me to stay more often in his room? Either way, it’s a step in the right direction, and now I don’t have any reason to run back to my room tonight.
This may be wrong on some levels, and he might be the most complex man I’ve ever known, and this may be crazy, but it feels perfect. He’s opening up. What does it all mean? Can I handle this when the time comes to question it? Don’t think about it now, Bailey, my heart tells me. Think about it tomorrow.
So I enjoy this, whatever it is, for a full minute. Before I fall sound
ly, happily asleep.
Zayden
It goes on night after night.
After night.
Me and Bailey, hooking up after hours, after the baby goes to sleep. Sometimes it’s hardcore. Sometimes it’s sweet. Sometimes I leave right afterwards and sometimes I fall asleep in her arms. Those are the most conflicting moments. On one hand, I want to breathe in her skin and stay warm by her chest all night. On the other, I yearn for days gone by, a family torn apart, and paradise lost.
Yes, paradise lost.
We had it all as a family, but Callum’s death destroyed it. Some families pull together after tragedy. Some fall apart. That was us. I’d put the death of my brother and family out of my mind and locked it away in a safe, but being with Bailey and Olivia these last two weeks has brought lots of memories back.
Memories I don’t think I can handle.
So I drown out the pain with nightly visits to Bailey’s room. I’ll do this for as long as she’ll let me. We don’t go out much, and when we do, I keep my distance. I don’t want anyone thinking we’re a family, because I don’t want it getting into Bailey’s head. At a café the other day, someone said that she and her “husband” and the baby made a cute little family, and Bailey didn’t bother to correct them. I know that being intimate is blurring the lines and sometimes it might be hard for her to remember that she’s the nanny I hired, not my girlfriend.
Of course, if I wasn’t damaged goods, she would be my girlfriend. My girlfriend and so much more.
Not only is she gorgeous, but she’s great with the baby, she’s smart as a whip, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever allowed to feel like she’s keeping me in line. Whenever she gets sassy on me, I’ll smirk, let her get away with it, and that makes her happy. Again, it’s all about that smile. I’ll do anything to see it everyday.
