Nanny For Hire_A Steamy Single-Dad Billionaire Romance

by Layla Valentine

  Jayne’s lips part slightly, a soft moan escaping them, and I need nothing else. My lips meet hers.

  She parts her lips further for me, and I sweep my tongue across them. She tastes like sugar, chocolate, and everything heavenly in between. Cupping the back of her neck with one hand and wrapping my other arm around her waist, I kiss her deeper.

  Our tongues dance across each other like they were made for this. It’s our first time touching, and yet somehow, we already read each other so well.

  Jayne drapes her arms over my shoulders, her lithe body pressing harder against mine. Red-hot desire flashes through me, the need becoming unbearable.

  Still kissing, I spin Jayne around and press her against the counter. I’ve got her pinned there, my legs straddling her. I can feel the fabric of her skirt and apron stretching as she opens her legs, pressing the outside of her thighs against the inside of mine.

  The kiss becomes hungrier—ravenous. My palms travel down her back and over the tight curve of her ass. Jayne moans into my mouth, pressing her hips against my groin.

  My dick swells. My fingers are shaking as I cling to her, as I push her skirt up.

  “Benjamin,” she gasps against my mouth.

  My name on her lips takes me to my breaking point. With one quick move, I grab her hips and hoist her up, setting her on the edge of the counter. Her legs go around my waist, heels pressing into my ass and driving me closer to her.

  I run my hands down the tops of her thighs, relishing the softness there. Jayne kisses me harder, sending her grasp under my shirt, where she clutches at my abs. There’s no doubt as to what she wants.

  Good thing I’m only too happy to give it to her.

  Still kissing, I find her panties. They’re sopping wet, clinging to her mound. I push the fabric aside and stroke the tight bud there. Jayne shivers against me, her whole body convulsing from pleasure and anticipation.

  Simply touching her isn’t enough. My mouth waters.

  Pulling away from her lips, I drop my face to her waist level, lifting her dress and pushing her underwear to the side before taking her sweet jewel in my mouth. Jayne moans loudly, her hands digging into my hair. She doesn’t hold back when she likes something, and Jesus, I love that about her.

  I suck greedily, inserting a finger between her lower lips so that I can work her both inside and outside. She quivers against me, her thighs shaking. I can feel it as she explodes, her pleasure pummeling through her and into my mouth. I lap it up eagerly, wanting to take it and make it my own.

  Jayne is breathing harshly as I straighten up, her head against the cabinet and her breasts heaving. I lick my lips, imagining what is hidden under that dress probably look like.

  There’s no time to undress her fully, though. This need has been building for weeks, and I have to take care of it before it kills me.

  Hands shaking, I unbuckle my belt and pull out my dick. Jayne’s eyes go a little wide at the sight, which makes me smile.

  Her entrance is still wet and pulsing, the perfect spot for my throbbing cock. Holding it by the base, I push into her. Her tight muscles clamp onto my girth, and Jayne and I groan at the same time.

  I drive all the way into her, giving her every inch of me, giving her time to memorize each ridge. Pulling almost all the way out, but not quite, I thrust back in with a wet smack. Jayne squeals, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in endless pleasure.

  Holding onto her thighs, I pummel into her, unable to take my eyes off her beautiful face. The smacks and moans fill the kitchen. Jayne’s palms hit the counter top. A rolling pin tumbles to the floor, but neither one of us pays it any attention.

  Jayne claws at my chest, tugging at my shirt and shoulders—any part of me she can get to. I can’t stop the wicked chuckle from climbing out of my throat. Like me, she’s spent so much time keeping her distance, and now I get to see what she looks like when she cuts loose.

  It’s a gorgeous sight, indeed.

  We’re as far back on the counter as we can go, Jayne’s shoulder blades pinned to the cabinet. I let go of one of her thighs and close my palm over her breast instead. The mound heaves against my palm, the taut little nipple noticeable even through bra and dress.

  I alternate between squeezing her breast and pinching the nipple. Jayne whimpers in pleasure, asking for more. The sound is heaven; each time she so much as breathes loudly, my veins pound with a pained frenzy.

  Jayne’s heated gasps become closer together. Grasping the back of her head, I mash our lips together. Her swollen lips press against mine, her tongue exploring wildly. With a shudder, she moans against me, coming again.

  The sound of her pleasure makes holding back unbearable. With a grunt, I explode into her.

  My shoulders sink as I work to catch my breath. We’re both still gasping for air, and I wrap my arms around Jayne’s back and hold her close. Cookies and sweat scent the air, making what we’ve done all the sweeter.

  “Wow,” she says after a minute, breath grazing against my ear.

  I draw back enough to look down at her. Our eyes catch, and I understand everything that that one little word meant.

  What just happened was amazing…and precisely what we weren’t supposed to do.

  I may have fucked everything up, but at this moment, it all feels worth it.

  And yet…what happens now? Will I be introducing Mia to another nanny again next week?

  I find a loose strand of Jayne’s hair and push it carefully behind her ear. I don’t want her to leave.

  Her lips part. She’s about to say something—but the sound of the front door opening cuts her off.

  Jayne’s eyes go wide. “Shit,” she whispers.

  In a flash, she’s down off the counter and adjusting her skirt. My pants are buttoned up and I’m meeting Eddie halfway in the living room, hoping to stall him while Jayne cleans up the crime scene.

  My history with the nannies is no secret to the staff, but for once, I’d like to succeed at keeping my personal affairs under wraps.

  “Smells good in here.” Eddie stops and sniffs the air.

  I cross my arms, hoping I look normal. “Jayne made cookies.”

  “Ah.” He smiles. “I bet she has the magic touch there.”

  Eddie ambles past me and into the kitchen.

  “She sure does,” I agree under my breath.

  Chapter 14

  Benjamin

  I sit in my office chair, trying to stop myself from gnawing on the end of a pen. Giving up, I throw the pen across the room. It hits the wall with a soft tap and falls to the floor.

  I’ve lost track of the time since I’ve shut myself away in here. All I know is I haven’t been able to return to work since losing my mind and fucking Jayne on the kitchen counter.

  What the hell was I thinking in there?

  Right. I wasn’t. My dick was in charge, not my brain.

  Sighing, I rub my palms up and down my face. This is precisely what I promised myself wouldn’t happen…and now, here I am. Back on this damn merry-go-round.

  The doorknob jiggling makes me jump.

  “Who is it?”

  The door opens, and Mia peeks in.

  “Oh. Hey, Mia.” I relax back into my chair.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Daddy’s working, honey. Did you just get home?”

  “Uh-huh.” She comes around the desk and tries to crawl into my lap. I help her by giving her a boost. “Jayne made cookies.”

  “I, uh…I saw.”

  “I brought you one.”

  It’s only then that I notice the half-eaten cookie in her hand.

  “Looks like you lost some of it on the way here.”

  “Oh.” She laughs sheepishly. “I accidentally ate it.”

  I pat her back. “How was school?”

  “Good,” she murmurs in a disinterested voice. She’s busy looking at my computer. As she reaches for the mouse, I push it away from her grasp.

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  “Not on my work computer.”

  “Mia?”

  My heart stops at the sound of Jayne’s voice. She appears in the doorway, wearing the dress I screwed her in.

  Something about that makes my blood heat up.

  Jayne turns pink, and I know she’s remembering what I am.

  “Mia, you left your backpack on the kitchen floor. Do you have any homework?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Well, go take it to the dining room table and we’ll see. I’ll bring you a snack in there.”

  “Okay. Cookies?”

  “I was thinking something healthier.”

  I pat Mia’s back. “You can’t eat sugar all day, honey. Listen to Jayne. Go.”

  Mia slides off my lap and runs out the door. Jayne stays where she is, hanging out in the doorway.

  I clear my throat. I was hoping to delay this conversation for at least a few more hours, but if it has to happen now, there’s no way around it.

  “What happened in the kitchen, Jayne, was—”

  “Amazing.”

  I stare at her. I’d been about to say “a mistake,” though I hadn’t wanted to. I simply knew that it would be best to get things out in the open, rather than let our own private feelings lay undercover and fester until they turned into resentments.

  Jayne’s gaze is heated, and I gulp.

  Slowly, I nod.

  “So, you want another taste?” Jayne closes the door behind her.

  Holy shit, is all I can think as she walks over to where I’m seated.

  Legs straddling my knees, she leans down and gives me a slow and deep kiss. My balls tighten, and my dick twitches, ready for her.

  Suddenly, Jayne breaks the kiss and stands up. “Too bad we’ll have to wait.” She winks at me over her shoulder.

  I take in a long inhale, trying to kill my raging hard-on. “You don’t think it was a mistake?”

  She thinks about that. “I don’t want it to be a mistake.”

  “Neither do I.”

  She smiles. “So, let’s keep doing what we’re doing.”

  My eyes fall to her curvy ass. “God, Jayne, I need you right now.”

  “Too bad you’ll have to wait,” she laughs.

  “You’re really going to tease me like that?”

  She shrugs, making a point of not looking my way as she leaves the room.

  I drop my head against the chair with a groan. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

  Jayne doesn’t regret what happened. That’s good, because neither do I.

  Chapter 15

  Jayne

  I can still feel Benjamin’s hands on me. It’s been a few hours since our wild moment in the kitchen, but every place he’s touched me, he’s left a mark.

  “Earth to Jayne.”

  Amy’s voice makes me jump, and I turn away from the diner window. She stares at me from across the table, a laminated menu in her hands.

  “Regular fries or sweet potato fries?” she asks. “Come on.”

  “Huh?”

  “I’ve asked you this several times. Why aren’t you listening?” Her eyes go wide and she drops the menu. “Oh. My. God.”

  “What?”

  “You did it.” She folds her arms and gives me an accusing look.

  I scoff. “No. What? No.”

  “I’m not stupid.”

  “Okay,” I sigh. “Yes. It, um…it happened.”

  I glance around the diner, not wanting anyone to hear our conversation. It’s still early, though, at least an hour before the dinner rush, and almost everyone in the place besides us probably collects social security.

  “When?”

  “This afternoon.”

  Amy’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wow. So you still smell of it.” She wrinkles her nose. “And you came to dinner with me. Thanks.”

  I purse my lips. “Why are you making fun of me?”

  Her shoulders sag. “Sorry. It’s just…I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

  “You don’t know that I’ll get hurt,” I huff.

  “What happened with his other nannies? You think they walked away feeling good about the situation?”

  I don’t want to think about that.

  “You’re not answering,” she pesters.

  “Yeah, I know,” I snap, harsher than I mean to. I pick up the menu and get busy studying it.

  “Plus, there’s your job,” Amy quietly adds.

  I drop the menu. “What’s happening between Benjamin and me has only just started, okay? And it’s nothing serious.”

  She guffaws. “I should hope it’s nothing serious after only one roll around the bed.”

  “It was actually on the kitchen counter,” I say in a low voice.

  Her eyes bug out. “Um, come again?”

  “Yeah, like, he put me up on the counter.” I can’t stop myself from smiling.

  “That’s kind of hot.”

  “Mm-hmm.” I bite my lip and nod.

  “You mean he, like, lifted you and set you on it, and he was…”

  “Standing…apart from when he was on his knees.”

  “What?” she hisses, palms landing on the table as she leans forward. “And what about—wait. Never mind.” She cuts her palms through the air, signaling a time out. “I don’t know why I’m asking about this.”

  “Because it’s an amazing story.”

  Amy frowns. “Jayne. Don’t put yourself in a bad situation.”

  “I’m not.” Her constant insistence that I’m doing that is starting to piss me off. “It’s fun and casual.”

  Her answer comes fast. “It’s always fun and casual at first, but how long can these things last? Honestly answer that, please, and then compare your answer with how long you want this job to last.”

  She has me there.

  “Casual things have an expiration date,” Amy continues. “And once they end…it tends to be messy.”

  I know what she says is the truth, but I can’t bring myself to agree with her.

  “You can’t fuck without a price,” Amy says.

  “More water?” a waitress suddenly asks, realizing too late that she walked into a conversation at the wrong time.

  “Yeah. Thanks,” I tell her.

  Face pink, she refills our water glasses before leaving as quickly as she can.

  “She forgot to take our order,” Amy comments.

  “Yeah, well, you scared her away.”

  Amy hooks her arm over the top of her booth and studies me. “It’s casual, huh?”

  “Yes. Will you stop grilling me, now?”

  “For today.”

  Another waitress walks by, and Amy catches her so we can order. The conversation moves onto other things: her day at school, whether or not we want to start looking for a bigger apartment, etc. I can hardly focus on anything, though.

  Despite all my promises to myself, I went ahead and did what I wanted.

  And I don’t regret it in the least…but, the thing is, I know I’m not telling the truth. I’m kidding Amy and I’m kidding myself.

  Benjamin and I have only hooked up once. Who knows if it will happen again?

  I want it to. God, I want it to so bad.

  I want Benjamin’s touch every morning and night.

  I was lying through my teeth when I said I expect things to be casual and fun between me and Benjamin. The truth is that I can see myself falling for him.

  The most dangerous part of this all is, if I start to really get into him, I know I won’t do anything at all to stop it. I’ll let myself tumble head first, praying that he agrees to fall along with me.

  Chapter 16

  Jayne

  I’m just getting in my car when my phone beeps. Pulling it from my purse, I find a text from Benjamin.

  I need you to come over, ASAP.

  My heart skips a beat. The message is so immediate and to the point. Is everything okay? It’s past seven, but maybe he has some kind of work emergency.

  Rolling
down my window, I catch Amy’s attention. It’s pretty easy, since she’s parked in the spot next to me.

  “I have to go back to work,” I tell her.

  She frowns from behind her steering wheel. “Now?”

  “Yeah, Benjamin just texted. There’s some kind of emergency going on.”

  “Oh, no. Okay.”

  “See you at home.”

  She looks like she wants to say something else, but then she decides against it and waves goodbye instead.

  On my way now, I text Benjamin before putting my phone away and focusing on driving.

  I go as fast as I can while still staying safe, but it seems to take forever to get over to the mansion. The drive gives me plenty of time to think—too much time.

  What if this isn’t a work emergency after all? What if he’s asking me over because he’s had time to think about what happened today and he’s realized it was a bad idea?

  Holy shit. What if I’m about to get fired?

  My hands tighten around the wheel. No. I can’t get fired. It’s my first job with the agency. If I blow it, it’ll look awful. Will they even place me with another family, or will they just give me the ax?

  By the time I park in front of the house, I’m trembling from anxiety. Whatever happens, I decide, I’m just going to have to deal with it.

  Even if that means saying goodbye to Benjamin and Mia for good.

  That thought makes me want to throw up.

  Taking a deep breath, I steel myself and knock on the front door. It flies open, but it’s not Eddie standing there. It’s Benjamin.

  “Hi,” I say, walking right in. “Sorry that took me a while. Is everything okay? Do you need to go right away?”

  Without any warning, I’m in his arms. He kisses me deeply, pulling me against his chest as he does so. Warmth blooms in my lips and spreads down, sinking into my very toes.

  Benjamin stops the kiss and presses a finger against my bottom lip. “I don’t have to go anywhere.”

  Now I’m extraordinarily confused. “You said you needed me over here ASAP. I thought there was a work emergency or you needed to talk to me.”