Nanny for the Cop Next Door: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 44)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Want to grab me a towel so I don’t track sand in?”

  “I don’t think they’ll mind too much,” I say.

  She looks up at me and giggles. “I guess not when you’re in the penthouse. Thank you so much.”

  “You’re welcome, but no need. I’m just as excited about being here as you are…probably even more so.”

  “I doubt that,” she says.

  I bend down and kiss her right there in the doorway. Her lips taste like Italian wine and her hair smells like the saltwater air of the Atlantic and mixed together they’re tempting to push me over the edge and just devour her right here and right now, but…

  “Let me take a quick shower!” she says, stepping inside the room.

  “You smell great just as you are.”

  “I know, but still…I just want to… you know…freshen up a bit.”

  “You know how great you smell?” I joke.

  “Very funny,” she says, poking me in the ribs.

  We step inside and she darts inside the bathroom while I walk through the room. It’s even bigger than it looked online and by the time I’ve walked across and am taking in the view from the huge window I’m absolutely floored.

  This is really going to be a night neither one of us ever forgets. Some people look at money as their worth. I’ve always looked at it as a tool. It’s a way to improve life and one of the best way to do that is to provide memorable experiences for those who are closest to you, and she’s definitely that.

  The two most important people in my life are Annabelle and Vivian, and speaking of which I quickly turn my phone back on and fire off a message to the mother of the girl’s house she’s staying at.

  How’s the slumber party? I type.

  They’re in their pj’s making s’mores in the kitchen. So cute! Will send pics later.

  Thanks, I type.

  I power the phone back off and resume taking in my view. The moonlit ocean is quite a sight to see, but the real sight is the one I’m looking forward to when she steps out of that shower and into the living room.

  The ocean may be the “big drink” as my grandfather used to call it, but nothing could quench the thirst I have inside me now like one look at her.

  CHAPTER 14

  Annabelle

  “Your turn,” I say as I step out of the bathroom.

  I’ve got a towel around my body and another around my head.

  “I’ll be quick,” he says.

  He playfully tugs at my towel as he walks by.

  “Hey! No peeking,” I say.

  He winks and a few seconds later I already hear the water running.

  I lay out on the bed and take in the view. My mind wanders and I can’t help but think where this journey has taken me. It was just a few short years ago I was fantasizing about him and now here I am in this majestic room in one of the most beautiful cities in the world about to expand on an already incredible night.

  How lucky can a girl get?

  “Hey there,” he says, as he steps into the bedroom with only a towel on. God, his towel is low slung and he’s showing those two inner hip bones that are at an angle and which lead right to…um, yeah…that spot.

  “That was fast,” I say.

  “I was in there a good ten minutes. That’s about seven more than usual.”

  “My mind must have wandered off then. It seemed like about one.”

  “Well you’re mind’s not going to wander off anymore,” he says. “I’m going to make sure you’re focused right here for the rest of our stay. And I know I certainly will be. I’m completely focused on you, beautiful. Tonight…into the morning…and wherever this journey takes us.”

  “Awww,” I say. “Come to me.”

  But he doesn’t move. He just stands there taking in the sight of me as I take in the sight of him as he’s illuminated from the side by the moonlight. It’s like he came from a dream, and that’s actually the truth.

  He brings his hands up to his waist and slowly unwraps his towel, never removing his eyes from me. Just when he’s about to show me something which I can tell is growing very large by the second, he moves his hands back the other direction and reties the towel.

  “You’re killing me,” I say.

  “Isn’t the anticipation of Christmas better than the actual gifts?”

  “Not in this case.”

  “Well then, who am I to make you wait?”

  His hands move back to his towel, but this time there are no games. He unwraps it and it falls straight to the ground, and speaking of straight! His manhood is sticking up straight into the air, practically covering his belly button. He’s big, and thick, and oh my God. I would say hung, but there’s nothing hanging about it. Correction…you could hang a flag from that pole.

  I’m no porn hound, but I have looked around online a time or two. I’ve never seen anything like that and I can’t visualize where he’s going to put all of it either.

  “Don’t worry. I know just how to please you,” he says. “I’ll be gentle.”

  I exhale hard, partly in relief and partly still in shock from the size of him.

  “Thank you, but wow!” I say.

  “Speaking of wow,” he says, waving his finger in a circle as if to indicate now it’s my turn.

  I lean up on the bed and reach for the towel just above my breasts. I quickly move my hands up to the towel covering my hair.

  “So you like to tease too?”

  “I wasn’t! I promise,” I say, unwrapping my head and letting my hair fall past my shoulders. It’s still wet, but drying quicker than I expected.

  “You look so squeaky clean and so perfect, but you always look perfect.”

  I feel a burst of heat shoot through my veins at his words and grab the towel above my breasts and start to open it.

  “Slowly,” he says. “I want to lock in this visual memory forever.”

  I wrap the towel back tight and start over again, moving at a snail’s pace. My eyes alternate from his big ripped body to his eyes, which are fixated on my body. He looks like a hungry animal about to be fed. It’s making me even more aroused by the second but also a bit nervous.

  Finally I get the towel open to the point where there’s no more “safe” skin to show. I pause briefly and then open it the rest of the way. I can feel my nipples pebble as they’re exposed to the air. Now he knows just how excited I really am.

  “Good lord,” he says. “Damn, your body is amazing.”

  And I’m not even finished. I lift up my bottom and slowly pull the towel from me entirely before tossing it to the side.

  I put my hands back on the bed and lean back, thrusting my chest forward and putting my whole upper body on display. I keep my legs crossed as I don’t want to be too crass, plus it allows him some discovery time with my body later.

  But later needs to become now. I can’t wait much longer and by the pulsing of his cock he can’t either.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asks, his big brown eyes moving from my body to my eyes.

  “I’ve been ready for you…for longer than you know.”

  He walks over to the bed, never taking his eyes from mine.

  “And I’m more than ready for you,” he says, sliding in on top of the sheets.

  His hand finds my knee and he splits my legs open and slides in between.

  He leans forward and kisses me gently on the lips, causing my mind to go blank and my elbows to wobble as I feel weak from everything that’s happening and everything that’s about to happen.

  My elbows buckle and I fall back onto the bed. His face chases me down and his body is right behind.

  I feel the underside of his erection press against my thigh and I know I’m making a pool on the sheets already.

  His hands come up by my head and I raise my hands to feel his arms, running them up along the back of his arms before bringing them to his shoulders where I try and grab each of them with one hand and fail miserably. He’s just too big. Too wide. Too powe
rful.

  And the knowledge that his power could crush me is exhilarating, but I’m not scared. I know he’s going to treat me like a princess all night long…or at least until I warm up and can take as much of him as I can. Either way, I’m buckled in and ready for a wild ride…at least I sure hope so.

  CHAPTER 15

  Braden

  I run my hands down along the sides of her body stopping at her hips to grab them tight. My body moves on the bed and my knee grazes her pussy. I can feel my knee is soaked, just from one touch.

  She’s ready. I’m ready. There’s no need to wait.

  “I want to feel you. To be inside you,” I say.

  Her lips part and I hear her take a light exhale.

  “Are you ready to feel me? For me to enter you for the first time of many, many more to come.”

  “Yes,” she says softly.

  I lift her hips off the bed and pull her body closer to me, causing her entire body to slide along the sheets toward me.

  She looks like a deer caught in the headlights…not quite sure what’s about to happen, but not able to move either.

  But that’s okay. I know exactly what’s going to happen now. I’m going to make her mine forever. To own her as she owns me. To watch her face and feel her body as we both experience feelings of pleasure and of connecting with another like we’ve never felt before.

  I release her hip from my right hand and grab my cock with it. I slide into position and place the head of my cock right at her opening.

  She bites down on her lower lip.

  “I’m going to go slow,” I reassure her. “I’m going to make this feel just as good for you as it does for me. You understand?”

  She nods.

  “If at anytime it doesn’t you say so and we’ll take a break. We’ve got all night, but I know this is going to be perfect from the first time I open you until the hundredth, thousandth, millionth. I’m going to make sure of it.”

  “I want you to open me up. I want to feel you opening me.”

  I lean in to her and kiss her mouth. She goes from biting her lower lip to kissing me gently, showing me just how gentle she’s wanting this to feel right now.

  My mouth moves from her lips as my head moves beside hers as our cheeks touch. “You’re perfect,” I whisper into her ear. “And you’re mine.”

  I bring my lips back to hers and slowly bring my hips forward ever so slightly entering her. I breath out through my nose as my eyes roll back in my head and our lips stay locked.

  I knew she was going to feel perfect but this is otherworldly. This is beyond my wildest imagination. Every nerve ending from my member up and through the rest of my body is completely pulsating right now, and I’ve barely got the head of my cock inside her.

  She’s tight. Really tight.

  I guide my hips back taking my dick all the way out of her. Damn I hate this feeling of coming out of her. Now that I’ve been inside I can’t not be inside. I need to feel her all the time. I continue moving until I can go deeper, until she’ll be able to take all of me.

  But right now she feels so good I have to concentrate on not finishing too soon. Damn, she’s got me good like that. I just want to come inside her and make a baby of our own. Start a family tonight. The perfect conception. A child from not just the first night, but the first time.

  I guide myself back inside her and feel that warmth, that perfection, that perfect fit all over again.

  “You can go more,” she says. Her words are so simple, but so erotic at the same time.

  I guide in just a shade more than the head and feel her tightness stop me. I slowly guide myself back, but this time I don’t pull out all the way.

  I’m not about to make that mistake again. I don’t want to miss the feel of her ever again, and especially not tonight. I move my hips forward again, so slowly that I can literally feel her opening through the nerves in my shaft, and those nerves continue sending pulse waves through my entire body. She’s got me good. She’s owning me from the first second and soon it will be my turn.

  I put my hands on the sheets next to her and bring her body off mine. I want to see her body move as I move it from my thrusts, if I make it to thrusting no matter how shallow. Right now I’m still moving in and out so slowly at an excruciatingly slow pace, but one that feels so damn good.

  I watch as her hands reach for the sheets, balling them up in her fists. Her head moves to the side as she exposes that beautiful swan like neck of hers. I dive in and kiss it before leaning back and looking at her again. Watching what I’m doing to her. Watching what I’ve turned her into, and knowing what she’s turned me into…a man addicted to her.

  I slide in more and more, just a bit deeper with each pass. Her hands come up off the sheets and lock around my forearms causing me to pick up my pace. She’s turning me on too much too fast. I can’t control what happens from here on out.

  “I’m…I’m,” her eyes open wide as saucers and her pupils dilate as she stares right at me as her body convulses. I feel her pussy clench around my dick like a vice and it sends me right over the cliff with her.

  My hips pull back and then instinctively shoot forward again as I unload my strongest DNA inside her, each battling the other to be the lucky lottery winner who brings us a child.

  “Uhhh,” I moan as I grit my teeth and watch as she continues to shake, feeling her fingernails dig into the skin of my wrists. All my muscles flex as I erupt for a second time inside her, sending more of me even deeper inside of her.

  It’s like time is standing still. I only feel her. I only see her. All I can think about is her.

  And it’s all I want. Now and until the end of time.

  Nothing has ever felt so perfect as she does…physically, mentally, and emotionally.

  And the ease with which she owned me. The way her pussy continues milking my cock for every last drop of me, giving everything it can to bring our biologies together and make our first child.

  And that’s exactly what’s going to happen from here on out. I’m going to continue filling this woman with my seed and she’s going to give me the gifts of life until our house is full of laughter, happiness, and the perfect family.

  I’ll never stop, because I’ll never have enough of her.

  I collapse face first onto the sheets next to her.

  I should be embarrassed at how quickly I finished, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is nature telling us both that we should do exactly what we were put on earth to do…something few people ever experience.

  Mate with our absolutely one hundred percent perfect partner.

  CHAPTER 16

  Braden

  Two nights later

  “Thanks again for the tickets! Wow, what an ending, huh? And so much better than watching it at home. You could just feel the electricity.”

  Adam and I pile into our booth at Denny's for a little late night celebration. I was able to get two tickets for the Miami Heat’s NBA basketball game tonight. They won on a last second shot by Dwayne Wade, the hero of the franchise…and an “older” guy by professional sports standards. I guess 36 is the new 26 and ever since I reconnected with Annabelle my 39 is feeling a lot closer to 29.

  But speaking of heroic shots I know I’ve only got one chance to break the news to him about what’s going on between his daughter and I. I’m waiting for the highest of highs tonight, but even that might not be enough. I’m still expecting some pushback…both figuratively and literally. I wouldn’t be surprised if he takes a swing at me, and can’t say it wouldn’t be undeserved…at least if I’m thinking of things from his point of view.

  But right now all I can think about is her. As crazy as it sounds even in the mayhem of that final game winning shot, with the arena going absolutely crazy, there I was with my best buddy thinking how much fun it would be if she was there with us. How great it would be if all three of us could celebrate moments like this together.

  But then I had to catch myself. I’
m the one on cloud nine. He’s the one who’s life I’m about to turn into some kind of hell.

  It shouldn’t be that way, but that’s what I’ve prepared myself for. Plan for the worst, hope for the best, right?

  “What a game,” I say. I’m trying to keep the upbeat vibe continuing right along.

  “Incredible! I mean they were just pounding it hard inside all night long.”