Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

by Flora Ferrari

  Leah told me she was having a great time with Olivia. I had explained to her that Olivia would be a babysitter and probably a lot more, if Olivia felt comfortable with it. It was important that she had the choice. The last thing I wanted to do was force anything on her, or anyone for that matter. But even though I left it up to her I just knew what her answer would be. Judging by the sound of her text messages so far it was a resounding yes. They were hitting it off even better than I could have hoped, and I always have high hopes.

  I parked my car and made my way to my elevator. I was surprised that it wasn’t already on the garage level. Who would be upstairs right now? The cleaning crew usually finishes everything Friday night before they go home.

  The elevator arrives and I step inside. I know instantly who’s in the penthouse. I can smell her scent surrounding me as I ride up. I’ve spent the last nine hours in-flight breathing recycled air but now I get the ultimate reward…to take in that smell of my woman.

  The doors open and I step out towards my office, her scent growing even stronger. It’s pulling me in like a magnet.

  I was already hard the minute I smelled her in the elevator, but now I’m about to rip the seam in my trousers I’m so turned on.

  I see my door is open, but the light isn’t on. There’s only sunlight coming in through the window from the setting sun.

  I step inside and immediately look towards her door, but it’s closed. I look at my desk and can’t believe my eyes.

  My entire body jolts.

  There she is sitting in my chair!

  I should be pissed off as hell. Furious. But it’s a completely different reaction.

  She jumps up from the seat.

  “What were you doing in my seat?” I demand.

  “I…I…was just.”

  “You were just being a bad, bad girl. That’s what you were doing. Weren’t you?”

  She nods her head yes. I can read on her face that she can’t tell if I’m playing a game or not. This isn’t a game. This is real. This is exactly what I’ve been thinking about since the first time she came in my office. I’ve had that desk for years, but never has anyone had the balls to sit at it and I certainly haven’t allowed anyone to until I gave her that aptitude test earlier this week. But this is something else entirely different.

  She wanted to see what it feels like to be the boss. I’ll show her what it feels like to be the boss right now.

  I couldn’t deny this anymore. I had to have her.

  I shut the door behind me and step into the room, just staring at her. She looks terrified and aroused at the same time. And I feel like a lion on the hunt.

  It was time for her to give herself to me, and in the process I’d finally give myself to someone else. Her.

  CHAPTER 11

  Olivia

  Ethan looks like a man possessed…an animal, as he stares at me. His pupils dilate as the late afternoon sun illuminates him. I immediately feel my pulse skyrocket and every hair on my body stand on end. I just stand there next to his chair, not knowing what’s going to happen next.

  Is he going to fire me? Is he going to punish me? Or is he going to do something I definitely want, but can’t imagine actually happening?

  “Put your hands on the desk,” he says. His voice is even deeper than it’s normal bass tones.

  His tone could be considered too dominating and even controlling, but when he says it to me I do as I’m told. It’s just getting me so, so wet I have no choice but to do what he says.

  I feel wetness under my palms as they make contact with the wood. I move my hips slightly to try and readjust my panties which are quickly becoming soaked and causing a sensation in-between my legs.

  “Spread your legs,” he says as he walks toward me. His back is straight and powerful. His posture beyond dominant.

  I can’t even describe what it is about him. I just know I’m in trouble and now I’m going to pay the price.

  He walks around behind me and I feel his business suit rub against my skirt. Even thought it was Saturday I dressed to impress. There’s no way I’m walking into the building that bears the name Stone Solutions not dressed to the nines.

  “Do I make you nervous?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say softly.

  “Good,” he says.

  I feel his finger on the tip of my spine. He runs it all the way down to my tailbone and my body shivers and my ass tightens.

  I hear the chair move as he sits down.

  He places his hands on the outside of my thighs causing me to breathe in deeply.

  I hear the sound of fabric moving and jump when suddenly his suit jacket lands on his desk. I turn back to see what’s happening.

  “Eyes forward,” he says, as he looks at me with a devilishly sly expression.

  “You want this and I want it too. I’m going to show you this slick tongue isn’t just made for the boardroom. It can make your wildest dreams come true, just as easily as it can crush the dreams of anyone foolish enough to challenge me in the business world.”

  I didn’t quite understand exactly what he had in mind, but I had a pretty good idea…and I was dying to find out exactly what he had planned.

  “I need to see what’s mine,” he says.

  His hands move up and down the outside of my thighs again. I can feel the pressure of his fingertips through my skirt. When he reaches the bottom he hooks his thumbs underneath my skirt. I finally feel his skin on mine and know for a fact he can see the huge goose bumps that are now covering my body.

  Slowly he lifts his hands, taking my skirt up along with them. I feel the fabric move along my ass until suddenly I know my cheeks are exposed to him. Only a thin layer of cotton separates my pussy from his face.

  I feel the warmth of his breath against my warm juices which are dripping now, but about to flow like a faucet any second.

  I can’t see what he’s doing but I know he’s back there, and he is close. Close as in gynecologist close.

  Suddenly I feel a finger against my belly button. Oh my god, he slipped his hand inside my skirt without touching an inch of my skin…until now.

  He slowly drags his finger straight back down, finding the top of my panties and continuing down through my folds before removing it.

  I hear a popping sound from his lips.

  “You taste just as fucking sweet as I thought. Your pussy is like the sweetest fruit and I want it all for myself.”

  My throat tightened. I could feel my nipples hard inside my bra.

  I arched my back slightly and was greeted with a firm slap across my ass.

  “I didn’t tell you you could move…bad girl,” he says.

  “I want you to spank me,” I say.

  “What you want and what you’ll get are two separate things. I make the rules here and what I say goes.”

  God, his so authoritative.

  I feel both of his hands come straight forward and grab my ass as he kneads it. I can only imagine how it looks and I start to get self-conscious.

  “Your pussy may taste sweeter than peaches, but these two candy apple cheeks look just as fucking delicious.”

  He continues massaging my ass with those firm, long fingers of his as a moan escapes me.

  His grip becomes more and more firm until it moves to the sides, taking my panties in his grasp and yanking them down to my mid thigh.

  I feel the cool air hit my lips and my eyes open wide.

  And then I feel a long, hard, wet, curled object tickle my clit before sliding back through my folds. Oh my god, his tongue.

  His hands come forward on my ass again pushing me forward as I hear the chair slide back and his knees hit the floor as he buries his face inside my pussy.

  CHAPTER 12

  Ethan

  I bury my tongue deep inside her and let loose like a hurricane. I feel her ass muscles tighten in my grip and as her thighs lock around my face.

  I release my hands from her ass and wrap them around her legs, steadying her. She
’s shaking and I’ve got my head so far up her skirt I can barely breathe.

  I grind my chin into her clit as my tongue dives deeper, twisting and turning even more looking for her G spot.

  God, she tastes so fucking incredible.

  I’m just getting started but apparently she has other plans.

  I hear her forearms hit the desk and her legs quake as she unleashes her juices in my mouth.

  I thirstily drink up every last drop. If there were more I’d put it in a cup and drink it all fucking week. It’s like the fountain of youth to me. The taste of her makes me feel alive, replenished, and yet even thirstier than before.

  I’ve only tasted her once, but I know I’ve just begun a lifelong addiction for her sweetness. My palate will never crave anything else as bad for as long as I live.

  She’s perfect in every way, and just wait until I give her the perfect climax. This is the first of many, many, many more to come. I’m going to make damn sure of it.

  I’ve been saving this thirst up for years…waiting for the right woman and the right woman only. And that’s her.

  And just as much as I want her heart as much as I want her body, right now is all about the physical. She’s experienced my tongue. Just wait until she feels my cock opening her wide and deep.

  I get up off the ground. Damn, she literally brought me to my knees.

  I slide in behind her and quickly unbutton my shirt. I’m burning up, even with the climate control on.

  It’s all internal. It’s a heat radiating from inside my body and even my brain. Sensory overload from everything she has to offer.

  Damn I’ve waited so long for this, but it was never about celibacy. It was because of her. I just didn’t know who she was all these years, until she turned up right underneath my nose. Which reminds me…I toss my shirt on the desk and lean in behind her, smelling her hair. My eyes close and I can’t wait to get inside her.

  My hands shoot under her armpits and grab her breasts. Even through the bra they’re perfect, but I don’t want to feel fabric. I want to feel her.

  I tear open two buttons and grab the top of her bra, pulling it down. I take her breasts in my hands and feel her nipples through my fingers. They’re so perky and so aroused.

  Her tits are soft and the perfect size for me. I squeeze them again and then my hands slide out of her blouse and down along the sides of her body, allowing me to take in her curves.

  I place the palm of my right hand on the base of her spine and run it up and down. Damn, what a lower back on this girl.

  I can’t take this any more.

  I just want to own her completely. All logic is out the window right now, I just want to fuck her right here against my desk and cum inside her so deep and so much that she knows she’s pregnant the minute I explode inside her.

  Her body is perfect. It’s like she was gift wrapped and put on this earth just for me to fuck. And as much as I want to be gentle and soft with her and connect on another level there’s no time for that right now. I just want to take her raw and hard so she’ll barely be able to sit down at her new desk next week.

  She looks back over her shoulder at me and I take her chin in-between my thumb and forefinger.

  Her mouth is so fucking beautiful. I lean in and kiss her hard. She returns my kiss with a hunger I didn’t know she had inside her.

  I pull away and run my index finger over her lower lip. She opens her mouth slightly and takes my finger as I slide it inside. She sucks it like a lollipop and I know I can’t take this anymore.

  I was holding on by a thread, but now I’ve got nothing left.

  With my other hand I unzip my trousers. As quickly as they fall to my ankles I yank down my boxer briefs relieving only some of the pain from my dick which was like a caged animal waiting to get out. But just as much as it was waiting to get out in the open, it was waiting to get inside…her.

  I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, causing her to jerk forward.

  “Are you ready for this?” I ask.

  Before she can answer she’s already pressing her ass back toward me trying to get my dick to slide inside her.

  “Yes. Fuck me, Ethan!”

  Hearing her say that causes me to grimace. I’m doing everything I can not to come right now. My dick hurts…so damn good.

  Her entire body leans forward even more and her hands grab the other side of the desk for leverage.

  I can’t wait anymore, and I won’t make her wait either.

  I slowly rotate my hips forward feeling her wet hole open for me.

  My head leans back and I breathe out slowly, trying to control myself.

  I get a third of the way in and slowly guide myself back. Damn is she ever tight.

  “More,” she says.

  “Can you take it?”

  “I want all of you. Give me all of you,” she says.

  Damn, this girl’s going to be the death of me with words like that.

  I slide back in again. This time half way.

  As I pull back I feel the void. I hate that feeling so I immediately slide forward again. The deeper my cock goes inside her the louder her moan grows.

  I hear her growl and I do the same, just deeper and louder. This is getting animalistic real fast.

  She sucks my finger harder and I press down on her tongue. Her mouth opens wide and I slide in two more fingers, placing my palm against her chin.

  She’s panting as she sucks on over half of my hand.

  I grab for her dark autumn brown hair a few inches below the tips. I twist it around my fist and pull.

  Her head comes back and one hand comes off the table and latches onto my wrist, making sure my hand doesn’t leave her as she continues to taste.

  I pull harder and feel my body take over.

  My hips slam back and forth wildly as my stomach pounds into her ass as my cock pounds into her pussy.

  I feel spit and drool running down my wrist as she makes incoherent noises from her throat.

  Suddenly I feel the calling and I thrust forward one more time, leaving my cock buried as deep inside her as I can. I angle my hips up and forward as far as they can go, doing everything I can to fill her with my seed.

  I want her, every part of her. And I want her in every way and that includes being the mother to my children.

  I feel her pussy lock onto my dick and then spasm, but my cock is too strong. Her walls can’t hold it when years of cum shoot out of me and deep inside her.

  For the first time in my entire life I completely lose control and it’s all because of her.

  I live and die on controlling everything I say or do and how I act. There was never a single moment when I wasn’t in control. It’s who I am. It’s my identity.

  But with her I finally found someone I can relinquish that control to, even if just for brief moments.

  At least for now that is. I know as time passes it won’t be about control. It will be about sharing. It will take some time to build to that point, but I know inside I’ve got the only woman in the world that that’s even remotely possible with. And with her it’s not remote. It’s a certainty.

  “Your mine now. Mine all mine.”

  I’ve got my weight on top of her. I pull my hand from her mouth and lean back, trying to catch my breath. I feel like I’m about to pass out.

  She stays down on the desk, doing her best to come back to the present from the out-of-body experience we just shared.

  “Say it,” I say. “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I am absolutely and unequivocally yours. Now and always,” she says.

  Yes, she absolutely is.

  EPILOGUE

  Olivia

  Six months later

  The TV in my office turns on out of nowhere and I look up. What the heck?

  I look around the room wondering what the heck’s going on. I see Ethan leaning against the secret doorjamb that separates our offices. He’s got a grin on his face and I know he’s up to somet
hing. He motions with his head toward the television.

  “And this just in,” the male anchor for the six o’clock news says.

  “And is it a doozy,” his female sidekick says.