Naughty Nanny Series- Accidentally in Love
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ago, she walked across the kitchen, playing with toys. Crossing his arms over his chest,
he took in one deep breath and then met the small, round, rat-like eyes of his nanny. A
tall woman, she barely came up to his chin. The dumpy and strangely oval Miss Avery
had a halo of puffy, bleached blonde hair, and thick meaty arms. She insisted on
wearing tee-shirts and shorts, and sandals. Whatever! Her only job was to make sure
Kanon didn’t get into trouble, and that she was fed and put to bed. Since it was already
after eleven, she’d failed at her job. “My people? Do you mean Americans, Miss Avery?”
There, he’d given her a chance to cover up her fuck up. Here, was an out for her.
Idiot woman didn’t take it.
“Uh, Americans,” she managed, and then, finding some source of courage, stood
straighter, and kept going, “your kind, Chinese people are always so…”
“Japanese.”
“What?”
“I’m Japanese American, Miss Avery.”
“Whatever,” she snapped, wiping it away as if his cultural heritage meant
nothing, nothing but cheap words to ignore. Most people only saw his almond shaped
eyes, light ivory skin, and jet black hair and assumed he should be lumped into one
group—Asian. Korean, Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, and other cultures mashed into
a blog of shit not worth acknowledging.
Screw that. If his only successful thing he did tonight before going to sleep was
educate the terribly ignorant cow in front of him, he would do that.
Kanon’s dark brown eyes bounced between the big woman and him. He couldn’t
tell the woman what he really wanted to say, not in front of his baby girl, but this nanny
had been the bane of his existence for the last six weeks. She had to go.
“I don’t see how my ethnicity has anything to do with you keeping my daughter
safe and fed while I’m at work. In fact, Miss Avery, I don’t even see how it has anything
to do with keeping you employed. Your services, a pathetic as they are, are no longer
needed.” “But, but, I didn’t mean to offend you, Mr. Isamu…”
“You did,” he said, cutting her off and stalking to the front door. “Get out. I’ll
pay you for the rest of the week.”
“Well, if that’s how you see it,” she puffed out. Like a steam engine, she
lumbered around the house getting her stuff together. Scarlet faced, she marched up to
him, and whispered, “Well, Mr. Isamu, I tried to explain that your daughter…”
“Don’t use me as a reference,” he interjected and stepped back, shutting the
door. She had to run to avoid being hit by it.
In the silence of her exit, Ichigo stood beside his coat rack and locked the door.
What would he do now? He had no one to watch Kanon tomorrow night, and he had to
work. After six weeks of her continued babbling and complaining about Kanon’s
enthusiasm, tonight the comment about his people had finally pissed him off. He’d had
enough. Who knew how she treated Kanon during the evening and at night when he
wasn’t around? He checked his girl for marks, bruises, and talked to Kanon a lot at
night, but he didn’t trust Miss Avery. And with her stupid talk tonight, he couldn’t go
another day with that worry in his gut.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
She yawned, her small hands wrapping around his right leg. He smiled, and
scooped her up into his arms. So tiny, so warm, and so vulnerable, she meant more to
him than anything else in the world. She yawned again, and rubbed her eyes. His eyes.
The only thing about her that came from his family glanced up at him as her eyes drooped lower and lower. Long eyelashes stood out against her caramel skin. The inky
black hair could’ve been his, but then her mother’s hair had been jet black too—curly.
He remembered his fingers getting locked in the mass of Sybil’s soft corkscrews. Along
the edges of Kanon’s pigtails, tight corkscrew curls escaped the barrette’s hold. She’d
have one heck of an afro in a few months.
“Time for bed, baby girl.”
“I’m not sleepy.”
“Yes you are,” he sang back and took the stairs up to her bedroom. She’d put her
head against his shoulder, using it as a pillow. The slurping of her thumb in her mouth
made him smile. Not sleepy? Sure. She’d be out before he made it to her bedroom.
The wash of pink and white had been cast in grays, as her princess nightlight, the
sole arc of illumination, created a few shadowy images. He pulled the bedspread.
Cradling her like he’d done hundreds of times in the last five years, he placed her in
bed. Soft snores rippled up from her and he grinned as he tucked the spread around her
tiny body.
He planted a kiss on her forehead, and she giggled in her sleep.
“Sleep well, baby girl.”
He sighed and headed across the hall to his bedroom. In darkness, he removed
his boots, leaving them at the foot of the bed. Undressing, he wanted a shower and bed.
Dinner could wait until morning. Then it would become breakfast, and he would make
eggs and oatmeal for himself and Kanon. Just as he picked up his uniform and took it over to the hamper, the crumple of paper in his pants’ pocket grabbed his attention. He
dug in and took out the folded business card.
Charlotte Neal. Elementary school teacher. Joyner Elementary School.
The school’s telephone number, her email address, and the school’s website
address.
Like the queen city to the south of Greensboro, the dark-skinned beauty he’d
help from her car today seemed regal and poised. He liked how she kept trying to avoid
passing out. Fought it like hell. Spunky, she struggled. Her spirit made her sexy. She’d
be a hellcat pinned beneath him, and he liked that in a woman—fire. Charlotte had
plenty of that and he couldn’t deny he wanted a touch of her flame. Let her burn, let her
passion roast him until nothing but his most primal person remained.
“Damn, what have I gotten myself into?”
He tossed his pants into the hamper, but kept the business card out. After pulling
on his pajama bottoms, he sat down at his computer desk, all traces of fatigue gone in
the new excitement of emailing her.
He stopped at the keyboard, his butt frozen between sitting and standing.
She wouldn’t be at school. He’d taken her to the hospital at six o’clock. They
wouldn’t have released her and even if they did, she wouldn’t get the email for days.
He wanted to talk to her right now.
What the hell am I going to say? Hi! Will you be my new nanny? Oh, and by the way, I
like your ass?
Sitting down, he put the business card on the keyboard and rubbed his face. If he
called her at the hospital he wouldn’t have to tell her he went through her purse and
kept a business card. The cops wanted to see her driver’s license and registration.
Charlotte had been out of it, so, he gave it to them. He had no right, and he knew that.
He wasn’t her husband, her lover, or even an acquaintance.
The overwhelming desire to protect her, to keep her safe, to hold her had
overwhelmed him at the accident scene. Yes, she had a fiery spirit, but that caused him
to want to protect it from others who might want to put it out. Ten years as a
paramedic, h
e’d been to a whole lot of accidents and had seen some shit that made
sleeping difficult, but never, ever, had he wanted so much to hold one person. When he
had her in his embrace, his cock had stiffened to the point he thought she’d notice. He
couldn’t help it. It had to be the most unromantic scene to be turned on in, but
something about her tugged so damn hard on his libido, his cock rose like an obedient
puppet.
“Charlotte,” he said into the dim bedroom.
He liked how her name rolled over his tongue. With his shaft thickening, he
wondered if he’d like how she tasted on his tongue. He licked his lips and tried to
imagine her nether lips. Would they be puffy and wet? Would she taste sweet like
honey?
“Daddy?”
He shot out of his chair and raced across the hall. Kanon sat upright, tears
pouring from her eyes. “Daddy! Monsters!”
He kneeled down beside her bed and held her trembling body to him.
“Shush, baby girl. There aren’t any monsters. Just a bad dream. Shush.”
Her fingers hugged his neck so hard, his heart ached for her.
“Miss Avery…”
He winced and hugged her tighter. “Miss Avery is gone, and she won’t come
back. I promise. Daddy will protect you.”
He’d have to find a damn good nanny. He couldn’t just get anyone, and he
couldn’t rely on references from his ice queen of a sister. With another kiss on the
forehead, Kanon laid back down in her bed. He wiped away the tears still clinging to
her eyes.
“I love you baby girl.”
“Love you too.”
Charlotte had a strong spirit. The same kind of spirit Kanon had. She wouldn’t
expect his daughter to be something she wasn’t because he had a feeling Charlotte
didn’t subscribe to that nonsense. He’d have to call her tomorrow morning.
He wanted a new nanny in more ways than one.
Chapter Three
Three Days Later
The aroma of jasmine wafted the warm air. Lavender blossomed along her skin and
Charlotte sighed in pure unadulterated pleasure, courtesy of her prescription for Vicodin.
Although she knew she was dreaming, she didn’t care. She inhaled the floral scented breezes, and
stretched against the soft grass cushion. Sun poured down from a crisp, cornflower blue sky.
Cotton ball clouds drifted lazily along, as if they too soaked up the wonderful rays like the
flowers, the trees, the grass, and her naked flesh.
Nude in a field covered in a sea of North Carolina wildflowers, Charlotte lay on her back,
enjoying the heat on her nipples, on her face, and along her body. She relished the absence of the
achy pain that had plagued her for the last two days. Feeling both hot and damp, a sheen of sweat
covered her from head to foot. She rubbed her hands across her belly and over her shaved mound,
gently parting her nether lips and smiling as the slick folds glided apart, exposing her throbbing
clit to her fingers. Tickling her love button, she gasped against the still air. She stroked it again,
but to no real relief.
“Don’t,” he ordered, appearing from behind an oak tree’s overcast of leafy green leaves. A
creamy shimmer against the canary sunlight, he walked toward her with determination in his
square shaped face. Ink black hair swirled around him, though there was no breeze. Arrow
straight, his hair whipped about his fine cheekbones and kissable lips when he turned his head, as
if each strand wanted to touch him too. Him. Her angel, her saving samurai. “Let me,” he said and took her hand from her pussy, lifting it to his lips and licking her
dew from her fingers like honey.
“Ichigo.”
His name summoned more heat to erupt across her flesh, but his cool touch caused the
burning ache inside her to ignite. The triangle between her legs twitched and she shuddered. He
smelled like vanilla and musk, but not at the same time. No, his aroma was all him, a
combination of those two scents mixed with his body’s own chemicals and pheromones.
And she loved it.
Eau de Ichigo.
His hair fell like a curtain to broad shoulders as he lay beside her on the grass. Lithe
muscles glided smoothly beneath his hairless flesh. A thatch of long, ebony eyelashes stood in
sharp contrast to his ivory skin. Chills skated up her spine, making her back arch in yearning as
his hand cupped her breast.
She stuck her free hand between her thighs and raked it over her swollen button.
“Don’t,” he ordered, smacking her hand away as if she’d done something naughty. “My,
what a delightful and gorgeous pussy.”
He lifted himself up and straddled over her. He bent down, and breathed a deep groan
across her love button, making her quiver. He held her hand in his. With his eyes on her, he
opened her hand, took her middle finger, the one she’d used to stroke her fire, and he licked it
again, wrapping his tongue around her digit as if it were a chocolate fudge pop. Then he dipped it
into his mouth, allowing his lips to caress her finger. “Oh, damn,” she heaved, spreading her legs wide, offering a most precious bounty to
him.
“So good,” he said and crouched down between her parted thighs. With nostrils flaring,
he inhaled her, closing his eyes as he did so. “You smell fantastic—feminine and feral. I love it!”
He smiled up at her, a wicked and sinful smile.
Heavenly lips and yet so sinfully seductive slid along the smooth satin of her thigh. They
traveled farther, effortlessly blazing a trail of thirst in their wake. Writhing, Charlotte couldn’t
keep still. She squirmed beneath that frenzied lust his mouth summoned. Gasping, her breath
stuck in her chest, so she couldn’t speak.
Then, a swipe of his tongue, a feather against her stony nubbin caused time to halt. When
he slipped it gently between his lips, her words tore through her and out into the stillness.
“Ichigo! Please!” she panted, as his lovely mouth drifted over her puckered passion point.
“Damn!”
“What? What do you want? What do you desire? Tell me,” he coaxed, before dipping his
head down once more.
His tongue grazed her swollen love button, before sliding along her nether lips. As if they
had an eternity, Ichigo’s mouth sucked at her throbbing bud, before his tongue drifted along her
pussy’s swollen lips.
“You, oh God, you!” she puffed out in a string of syllables. She rocked her hips against
his face.
“Tasty, and yummy,” he said, grinning at her with open longing shining out from his
face. Her juices smeared along the sides of his mouth. “I want you to come for me.” What? Was he crazy? Why did he ask? Didn’t he see her need? Her ravaging hunger?
“Please…” she gasped.
“What do you need? I want to hear it. Tell me,” he said, voice strained. He pushed on her
thighs to move them off his ears.
With her senses reeling, Charlotte struggled to home on to something solid. Lost, a dingy
tossed about in a stormy ocean of escalating pleasure, she held on, for her little death came closer.
In moments, she had a fistful of his thick silky hair and she thrust her hips against his eager and
quick tongue.
“Please what?”
She moaned. What didn’t he understand? A pool of her desire lay beneath her; surely he
Through half-hooded eyes, she saw his face, full of desire and flushed from his battle with
restraint.
“Yes, and they’re delicious,” he rasped. “Give me more of those sweet, oh, yes, just like
that. More moans and then, I want to watch you come. Come all over my face, my fingers, and
then, you’ll come all over my cock.”
His slender fingers circled her quivering canal. She groaned, and her hips moved with his
fingers, meeting his thrusts with her own. Damn, it felt so wonderful, but she wanted more.
They weren’t enough.
Not nearly enough.
“More!”
“Give me that beautiful cum, and I promise you’ll get more.”
Smack!
He smacked her pussy and she trembled all over. The impact shot fire throughout her
body; raising chills and making her already heavy, aching nipples tighten. She cupped both
breasts and shoved them together before sliding her hands over the nipples. Pulling and pinching
her tips, bolts of pleasure plowed through rational thoughts. She ground her sopping sex into his
face, fucking it.
“Come on,” Ichigo growled. “Come for me.”
“Please! I need you!” she squealed, breathing really hard.
He sucked on her clit so hard, she bucked off the ground. She snatched his head deeper
against her button. His tongue worked her like a whisk, stirring her up into a frenzy, all
emotions melting into one glob of throbbing need. With three, heck, it could’ve been four fingers
fucking her and his mouth nibbling and suckling her button, Charlotte would give him exactly
what he demanded.
“God, I so need your cock!” she confessed.
“Come for me, now!” he cooed, pulling back from her steel hold on his hair. His fingers
drove into her hot core again, and again, and again.
“Oh, fuck!” she shouted.
The rush of orgasm rose up and slammed into her, bowling over her every thought. Her
nails raked his shoulders as her world shattered into a gazillion shards of her self control. They
fell to the wildflower field like diamonds cast amongst a banquet.
Ichigo lay beside her and pulled her into his embrace. “You’re so breathtaking when you’re coming. Makes me wanna fuck your pretty pussy
right now,” he said and patted her ass. “Now is a good time.”