Nightclub Sins: A Billionaire Romance Series

by Michelle Love

Brad’s blue eyes leveled on mine. “Not to worry, Brooke. I told the man you are not to be messed with. He made me a solemn vow he’d never do a thing to you. Not so much as one word of flirtation. If he does, you let me know, and I’ll properly beat his ass for it.”

  It wasn’t that I was anti-flirtation. I was just … shy. And totally inexperienced. And if I was going to live-in, I needed to know I’d be safe, obviously. “And this poor kid, his mother was just going to turn him over to social services? That’s so terrible.” My heart hurt with the thought.

  “Yeah,” Brad got up and went to look in my closet. “Is this all the stuff you have here?”

  “That’s it. So, this job would start today, then?” I shoved my feet into my sneakers and leaned over to tie them.

  “Yes, it would. I think you should come with me to meet him and his kid before you make the decision.” He turned around to face me. “If you think it’s something you’d like to do, then we can come back for your things. You can even leave them here, and I’ll pay the room and board for the remainder of the semester, in case you ever decide you want to back out.”

  I never let my brother pay for anything, but he had a good point for once. And I was definitely struggling to make ends meet. “He’s around your age, right?” I got up off the bed and followed my brother out of my dorm room.

  “Yeah, he’s thirty. He’s a decade older than you are. Surely you won’t find him attractive in the least.” He stopped and took me by the arm, looking me in the eyes. “Right?”

  “Pish …yeah, right. I’m not into old dudes, Brad.” Call me old-fashioned, but in my twenties, I was still a virgin. My sum total of experience was a few kisses and a little basic groping. I was waiting for the right guy to come along.

  About an hour later, we pulled up to the sprawling mansion Mr. Forester lived in.

  “Wow, Brad. This is bigger than your place in Malibu.” I couldn’t believe how beautiful the place was. I adored the rustic look. The home looked like a huge log cabin with a covered front porch that spanned only one part of the humongous home. Tall pine trees lined the asphalt drive. The lush green grass was well kept, making the whole place look almost fake.

  “Yeah, Gannon likes his little slice of wilderness out here in the sticks.” It wasn’t really the sticks—just the Hollywood Hills.

  At the door, we were met by the butler, who introduced himself to me as Ashe.

  “Who in this day and age has a butler?” I hissed to Brad as we walked through a dizzying maze of rooms until we came upon one that had cartoon sounds coming out of it.

  He just shrugged.

  Ashe gave me a smile. “Mr. Gannon is in there with his new son.”

  With a nod, he left us to enter the room on our own. My brother pushed the door open. “Here she is, Gannon.”

  The back of the man I might soon be working for was all I saw. Dark hair that was kept short and neat gave way as he turned, and the darkest blue eyes looked at me as he got up.

  “Brooke, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He came toward me, and a small boy with huge blue eyes and a tearstained face immediately jumped off the couch and scurried over to stand beside him, sliding a pudgy arm around the man’s long legs. It was obvious the poor little guy was bewildered at having lost his mother and gained a stranger for a father all in the same day, so he was terribly anxious.

  “Hello, Mr. Forester,” I greeted him, then smiled at the toddler. “Hi there.”

  Thumb wedged firmly in his mouth, the boy attempted a small smile around it.

  “Please, call me Gannon. And this is my … son, Braiden.”

  “Hey there, Braiden.” Brad hunched over and stuck his hand out. “I’m your Uncle Brad. It’s nice to meet you.” My brother took the little boy’s hand and shook it, making the kid giggle before he pulled his hand back.

  His giggle was every bit as adorable as he was.

  His father chuckled in a way was anything but adorable. Deep and husky, it was sexy as hell.

  I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. I didn’t think this way. I didn’t find older men attractive. So what was happening here?

  Sure, Gannon Forester was tall. Like six-foot-three or something. Sure, he had broad shoulders and the rest of his torso tapered elegantly to a waist that wasn’t exactly narrow, but smaller than his wide chest. Long legs, covered in blue jeans that clung to some pretty great looking muscular thighs, made my gulp. The man was a masterpiece in a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. And bare feet.

  Even his feet are gorgeous.

  It was then I realized I had looked the man over, all the way down to his naked feet. I quickly snapped back and pointed to the sectional the two had gotten off of. “Should we discuss the arrangement?” Someone had to take over this interview, and it might as well be me.

  “Of course,” came the words from Gannon’s chiseled lips. Yes, even his lips looked as if they were cut from marble. His features were sharp, yet soft around his gorgeous eyes. Blue pools that were surrounded by thick, dark, lush lashes. Any girl would die to have those natural lashes. Lashes the little boy had, too, I noticed after another glance. The boy finally disengaged from Gannon’s leg and wandered back over to the couch, where he had a battered children’s book and a sippy cup.

  “You and your son are nearly identical,” I found myself saying. “He’ll be a real lady-killer one day.” Then I found Gannon’s eyes on mine. The slightest hint of a sexy smile was on his lips. I realized what’d I just said. Ahhh … crap …

  I looked away, feeling shy as Gannon began my interview, “So the job pays whatever you want it to. You’ll have a bedroom that will adjoin the one I’ve had set up for Braiden. It’s right across the hallway from mine.”

  My brother interrupted. “A bit close, don’t you think, Gannon?”

  Those blue eyes raked across me as they swung to meet the lighter blue eyes of my brother. “It’s for the boy, Brad. I want him to feel safe. After all he’s been through, I want him to feel safe, secure, and loved.”

  When my brother scoffed, I felt offended for the man immediately and came to his defense in a heated rush, “Brad! Don’t act that way. It doesn’t matter what he’s done personally, all these years. He’s a father now. He’s just thinking of his little boy.”

  “Sorry, sis.” Brad still looked suspicious, even as he apologized. “You’re right. Sorry, Gannon.”

  Gannon chuckled lightly. “Wow. A real tigress you’ve got there, Brad. And one I’d love watching over my little boy.” His eyes fell on me once more. “Please tell me you’ll take the job. I’m being totally serious when I say you name the price and I’ll gladly pay it. I have no idea what the going rate is for sitters, but I want you to be the highest paid one in the history of nannies.”

  “I have to have Tuesday and Thursday mornings off until eleven,” I told him, in case Brad hadn’t. “I have class for one hour each of those days, and it’ll take me until then to get back out here. Will that be a problem?” I chewed my lip, nervously hoping that would not put me out of this once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity.

  “Not at all,” came his quick reply. “I’ll adjust my work schedule to go in a bit later on those days. Any other accommodations I need to know about? Oh, and you’ll have a car to use too. You can take it to school and anywhere else you want to go.”

  “I have the car my brother just gave me a few days ago. I don’t need your car. And I don’t need a boatload of money either. Five hundred a week is fair, since you’re also providing room and board.”

  Gannon shook his head. “No. No way to only five hundred. I tell you what; how about a thousand a week and you let me pay off any student loans you have and pay for the rest of your college? It’s only fair to you. You’re going to school to learn how to take care of kids after all. I want to help you do that.”

  My brother answered for me as he jumped up, “Deal!”

  I looked between handsome father, adorable son, and my beaming brother. My senses reeled, and suddenly s
o were my deliriously happy finances. Things looked very, very good.

  Chapter 5

  Gannon

  After Brad and Brooke left to go get her things, Braiden and I waited for her to return, still watching cartoons. He asked me to read him his book in between episodes, plopping the book in my hand and smiling up at me in a hopeful way that left me weirdly warm and soft.

  Is this what being a dad is really like?

  Tuckered out by his earlier tears and the total upending of his life, Braiden eventually feel asleep on the sofa, so I let my mind wander to the young lady who’d be living under my roof. From the moment I’d seen her, I’d known things were going to be rough for me.

  Why couldn’t she be a female version of Brad?

  That is what I’d pictured when he’d said he had a sister who could take this babysitting job, after all.

  She had his most basic of features—blonde hair and blue eyes. But that’s where the similarities ended. Her long hair had golden strands that caught the light. The blue in her eyes were like lipid pools of sparkling blue water. Her rosy cheeks were full and plump, just like her strawberry-pink lips.

  I knew I shouldn’t allow myself to think about her like that. I knew Brad would have my heart in his meaty fist in no time if I didn’t get this little fetish under control.

  She’s your best friend’s baby sister, Gannon Forester. And your son’s babysitter. Stay away from her in all ways, sexually speaking!

  So I sat there, staring blankly at the cartoon cat who chased the mouse on the big screen television that usually had some kind of sports game playing, instead of animated characters.

  Slowly, Brooke seeped back into my brain. I saw it all in my head; her cute little curvy frame. The top of her head came to my shoulder. I could see myself wrapped around the beautiful girl. Her tits were full d-cups, I was sure. Her hips were round and her ass …oh, my God, her ass!

  Braiden mumbled something in his sleep, and I snapped out of it, catching him before he tumbled off the couch. “Easy, buddy,” I murmured, picking him up and starting for the room that I’d designated as his nursery. I’d sent Janine out to get the most basic things, like a little boy’s bed and a few toys, but Brooke would need to help me really decorate it.

  As I tucked my son gently under the covers and hesitantly brushed his forehead, Brooke came to mind again. I flipped the night light on and slipped out of the room, leaving the door ajar in case he cried again.

  My cock thumping, I walked a few doors down to my own room and sprawled out on the bed, reaching for my engorged cock and freeing it.

  I was already fucking up, and I knew it.

  I should call Brad and tell him I can’t keep my promise.

  But I wasn’t about to actually do that. Braiden needed her. And I could allow myself to have sexual fantasies about the girl, couldn’t I? What would be the harm in that, so long as there was no touching?

  My eyes closed as I thought about her sweet lips on mine, and I fell headfirst into a sexual fantasy about the beautiful woman who was about to move into my home with my new son and me.

  My fantasy jumped several pages past the start, beginning as though Brooke and I were already tangled in one another, our clothes scattered every which way.

  Standing over her, I looked down on her blonde head as she took my hard cock all the way in, bobbing her head up and down eagerly. Her soft moan vibrated over my dick, and I groaned with desire.

  When I couldn’t take it anymore, I lifted her up, pinned her to the wall, and caught her lips in a searing kiss as her hips wrapped around me. “You want me, baby?” I whispered, stroking my hands over her smooth, lithe body.

  “Please, Gannon …” she moaned as I guided myself home and thrust hard, reaching the deepest parts of her. “Ahhh … baby …” Her moan made me insane, her hot breath tickling my ear.

  “You’re tight, honey. So tight,” I groaned, cupping her ass and seating myself even more deeply. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “No.” She kissed me hard, her arms wrapping around my neck, gorgeous breasts pressing into my chest. “Fuck me, Gannon. Hard.

  So I did, taking her harder and higher until she shuddered and cried out in ecstasy, her head falling back. I bit her throat gently and came hard myself, filling her with my seed.

  “Ahhhh, Brooke,” I groaned over and over, holding her tightly to me, my hips jerking with each driving release. “Baby. Yes …”

  Her hands moved all through my hair as she tried to catch her breath, just one word on her sweet lips. ‘Fuck.’

  Fuck, yes, the sweet little thing would curse, even though I was sure the word would never leave her lips outside our bedroom. She’d be a saint in front of others, saving her naughty sexual side only for me.

  I stared up at the ceiling, barely starting down from my high when my cell rang. “Gannon,” I answered the call without looking at who was calling.

  “Hi, Mr. For—uh, Gannon.”

  I jolted with another spasm of unexpected pleasure at hearing her sweet voice. “Hi, Brooke. Everything all right?”

  “Yeah, it’s fine. You sound winded. Is Braiden wearing you out already?”

  I grabbed a pillow and muffled a hungry groan in it, desire already rising in me again at how sexy that sweet, innocent voice sounded. “Yeah, he’s a little rascal We were, uh, playing tag.”

  “I just wanted to call before I leave town. Do you or Braiden need anything from town? I mean, like does he have milk and pull-ups or diapers or whatever he’s wearing?”

  How damn sweet is she?

  “Oh, that’s a great idea. I know we have milk. Um, I don’t know about the pull-ups or diapers. His mother just gave me him and nothing else. I did have my personal shopper bring some clothes for him earlier today. Do you know if he has a diaper on?”

  She chuckled a little. “Mr. For—Gannon, have you not even looked to see if he has on underwear or a diaper?”

  I got up and started cleaning myself up. “No. How do I do that?”

  “Just pull the back of his little shorts out a bit and see if he’s got on underwear or a diaper.”

  “Oh, yeah. I saw like some white, thick fabric when we were running around. Is that a diaper?”

  “Pull-Ups at this age, more likely, but who knows. Okay, I’ll pick up some stuff. I don’t suppose you know if he takes a bottle at night, do you? You know, to help him fall asleep,” she added, before I could ask why.

  “He didn’t need one just now to fall asleep,” I remarked. “So maybe he doesn’t use one.”

  “Asleep?” she asked, sounding confused. “I thought you guys were just playing. That’s what had you all out of breath, right?”

  Shit …

  “Yeah. Um, well I told him to go sit and watch cartoons, and he did, and he fell asleep.”

  “Huh. I guess it makes sense. The poor little guy’s worn out after everything. I’ll grab some stuff and then head over there. Brad helped me pack my car up ...”

  “Okay. See you soon, Brooke.” I ended the call, then beat my head against the wall, glaring down at the rampant evidence of my desire for my new nanny. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”

  Then a little voice sobbed just down the hallway and I was forced to pull my act together, pull some clean pants on, and go comfort my small, scared son, patting his back and singing, really not knowing what I was doing, but giving it my best. That was what counted, right? That I was trying?

  Chapter 6

  Brooke

  Unpacking in my new bedroom a couple hours later, I couldn’t help but look out the large windows that overlooked the back part of the vast property. More tall trees spotted the hilly terrain, and I could see it all through the creamy sheer curtains.

  A light knock had me turning to see who was at my partially-closed door. And there was my handsome new boss, carrying my adorable new job in his strong arms. He might have been a new father, but he looked like he was meant for the job.

  “Come in.”

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nbsp; Gannon put the little boy down, and he briefly clung to his father’s leg before starting to curiously look around my new living space.

  I took out the little firetruck I had bought for him when I stopped at the store to pick up the diapers and wipes. “Come here, Braiden.” I smiled and crouched down. “See what I have for you.”

  Without an ounce of shyness, he made a B-line for me and the toy I held out to him. I got on my knees to get on his level. He took the toy out of my hand and looked it over, then his eyes went to mine and his tiny arms went around my neck as he hugged me.

  I smiled in total surprise and hugged him back. “Hi, sweet boy,” I murmured, kissing his hair and then his plump cheek. “I know you’ve had a really rough day, but we’ll make it better,” I promised him, sitting back and showing him how to push the tiny truck back and forth.

  “You’re really great with him,” Gannon said, taking a seat on the floor, but not before I caught his eyes roaming over my body. A pop of warmth burst inside me, along with a nudge of worry.

  Uh oh …

  Leaving the two to play with Braiden’s new toy, Gannon making vrooming sounds while Braiden, who was oddly not verbal yet, tried to imitate him and mostly blew raspberries, I rose and went back to unpacking my bags. An uneasy feeling was washing over me—one that told me I had to be careful with the charismatic playboy who I now not only worked for but also lived with.

  I was sure women who had even less to do with the man had a hard time keeping their heads straight where he was concerned. My work was really cut out for me.

  Picking up a handful of panties and bras out of my suitcase, I held them close to my body, discreetly covering them with my hands as I took them to the dresser. Dropping them inside the top drawer, I folded them, making sure to keep them out of sight.

  When I turned back around, I found Gannon sitting back, watching Braiden zoom his new toy all over the walls and carpet. “Can you believe his own mother could turn her back on him the way she has?” He had a dazed, kind of sad look on his face that made me want to go over and put my arms around—

  Uh, no! Hello? Bad, bad idea! What’s the matter with you? Self-control has always been Brad’s problem, not yours!