The Nanny and the Beast: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Carter Blake

  He jumps up on the stage with pizzazz and starts making his speech, in a funny, charismatic way. I knew this party was for some announcement in the pharmaceutical field, but I never bothered to ask what. I guess I probably should have done, but it just didn’t feel important.

  However, as I listen to Wesley telling everyone that he has created some drugs that could reverse the effects of cancer, an intense anger builds up inside of me.

  This isn’t his announcement to be making, this isn’t his drug, I’m sure of it.

  I’m pretty sure that this is the research that my Dad started and I don’t like to hear anyone else taking credit for it. This is the formula that my Dad wanted me to steal anyway, so I assume that it’s his design.

  Before I even realize what is going on, I’m gripping on so tightly to the glass between my fingers that it almost breaks. This is it now, reinforcement that I need to take this asshole down, that I need to do what I came in here to do, and I’m more than prepared to take this one step further.

  I watch everyone clapping happily, lapping up every word out of his stupid mouth, and I find myself wanting to crush him even more. For some reason, I have the intense desire to not only strip this company away from him, ruining the future that his dickhead father handed to him on a plate, but to also break his heart. I want him to fall for me, properly, and I want to destroy that within him.

  After all, he’s torn my heart from my chest by upsetting my Dad.

  In the end, I’m forced to walk outside for a few seconds, just to get some air. While I’m out there, I scrabble around in my bag and I find a lone cigarette rolling around in there. I’m not a smoker, it isn’t something that I’ve ever done on a daily basis, but I always have one with me just in case. It’s a terrible habit that I got into when I was in college and I found the course incredibly stressful, and now it’s become a comfort blanket that I can’t seem to survive without. I haven’t touched a cigarette in over a year now, but it always makes me feel better to have one with me.

  I light it up and inhale the painfully hot smoke, coughing lightly for a second, while willing my stress levels to drop. I want my pulse rate to calm down, the anger to cool, and rationality to set back in. I don’t want to end up doing something just because I’m pissed off.

  “You know they’re bad for you, right?” I hear his bemused voice calling out behind me, which winds me up even more. It seems like I can’t even get a second to myself, which is seriously irritating.

  Never mind, time to plaster the fake smile back on my face, and to act like everything is incredible.

  “Oh I know,” I announce as I turn back to him. “It’s just been one hell of a week.” I drop the cigarette to the ground, and stub it out with my toe, wasting it completely. “But it’s all been worth it to see what a success you’ve had.”

  “You did an amazing job,” he tells me seriously, moving nearer to me. “Everyone has been saying so, and they don’t even know that you did it within a week. It’s incredible. All the phone calls, the advertising, the arrangements. I guess I just don’t want you to feel like it’s all been unnoticed, because it hasn’t.”

  Damn it, why does he always have to be so nice?

  It’s making me very confused. I feel proud of myself that I’ve done such a great job, and happy that I’ve been able to prove myself, which is really derailing me from my hatred.

  “In fact,” he continues, grinning at me. “I brought you out a drink because I assumed you needed a breather. I didn’t realize what you were actually doing out here.”

  “Oh yeah, bad habit.” I wave my hand dismissively, hating that my silly little secret is out. “It isn’t a full time thing or anything. Only when I’m very stressed.”

  “Good, because we’re working against cancer here. Not towards it.”

  He sounds so much like my Dad in that moment that it takes me back for a second.

  “Yeah, no, I know.” I nod slowly, taking the glass from him. “I’ll stop. I will. I mean, it won’t be difficult for me. I only have about one a year.”

  “Well, you take the time you need,” he reassures me smilingly. “Everyone is having a great time inside, so I doubt they need you now.”

  “No, but they probably need you.” I feel a little strange as I say that, like I don’t want him to go, which is annoying.

  It’s very confusing to have all of my emotions all over the place like this. I know what I want to do, I know what the smart thing is, but I can’t stop a little spark of something from creeping in all the same.

  “They don’t need me,” he tells me, moving closer to me. My heart rate kicks up a notch, and I gulp down a big ball of fear. Something might be about to happen here, I just know it. I might not be prepared for it, or even ready, but if it has to be now then so be it. If he kisses me, and takes me to his office, then I might be able to get what I need. “But I think you might.”

  “Wha-what do you mean?” I ask curiously, unable to keep the stammer out of me voice.

  He leans in, so close that I can feel his breath tickling my ear, and he whispers to me. “I know that you sent me the pictures, I saw that foxy looking birthmark in the board room the other day. Maybe I would like to take you somewhere private and show you something of mine.”

  Shit, that idea has me far more excited than it should do. I feel a stirring within me, one that’s actually turned on by that idea, and I almost don’t know what to do with myself.

  Do it… this might be the only chance that you get.

  I smile up at him, and extend my hand which he grabs hold of happily, before leading me away from the party and the rest of the crowd. The entire time my mind is racing, hoping that it’s the office he takes me to. He could really take me anywhere in this building tonight, and there wouldn’t be anything that I can do about it, so I pray that it goes the way I need it to.

  I also really need to know what I’m going to do when I get into that office. Am I going to try and get him to go away, or will I just go through with it? The way my body is right now, it wants to do what I didn’t think I would, but I don’t know if I’m actually going to be able to go through it.

  Luckily, it isn’t long before we’re locked in his office, and his face is near mine. He’s going to kiss me at any moment, and I’m actually pursing my lips and leaning in. I could make up some excuse right now, I’m sure if I really thought about it, I could get him out of here, but despite everything I don’t actually want to.

  “I like you,” he whispers to me, snaking his arms around my waist. “I like you a lot, probably more than you know.”

  I don’t know what to say to that, because there’s no way I can confess my feelings aloud, so instead of saying anything, I crash my lips against his, allowing my body to do the talking for me. The fire this sparks inside of me, the intense desire it brings to the forefront of my mind is something else. It’s weirdly more than anything that I’ve ever felt for anyone before, which knocks me off balance. I always thought that the bad boys that came along and swept me off my feet filled me with passion, but there’s a sizzling chemistry between me and Wesley too, and it’s confusing everything in my mind.

  Stop worrying, I try and tell myself. Just…lose yourself in the moment. It isn’t difficult to obey myself when I’m feeling so much, which is scary. I don’t want to lose myself completely, forgetting about the mission in the long run, but I can’t seem to stop myself regardless.

  “I like you too,” I suddenly hear myself unexpectedly whispering. “I like you a lot.”

  Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but it just slipped out.

  Those words spark something inside of him, and he becomes more desperate, more needy, hitching my dress up and pushing me onto his desk to give him more control over me.

  He’s claiming me with his mouth, taking all of the power from me with his hands, and I’m a willing participant just letting it happen.

  I’m just too horny to think straight, too consumed by him to know
what I’m doing, which isn’t ideal, but I hope will lead me to get what I want.

  Chapter Eight

  Wesley

  As I kiss Naomi with all the passion that’s been burning inside of me since the first day I saw her, everything feels right with the world. The moment I spotted her across the room at the party, I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. I knew that I needed to finally act out all of my fantasies and have her.

  It might confuse things, and make it more difficult for us to take whatever is going on between us to another level, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

  I tug up her dress even higher, allowing my fingers to travel seductively up and down her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.

  So fucking gorgeous.

  Just the feel of her, the shiver that my touch sends through her body, has me dizzy with lust.

  It’s incredible that I’ve managed to hold back for as long as I have.

  Naomi’s hands move from my neck and trace down my chest.

  Her touch is intense, powerful, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

  My erection strains painfully against my trousers, screaming to be set free and to explore Naomi’s body, but I need to hold back.

  I don’t want this to be just another fuck. I don’t want this to be just about me. I want to lick her body all over and to find out exactly what gets her going. I want to get to know her physically, spiritually, and emotionally.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her, as her hands tug at my shirt. “Is this what you want?”

  I know that it’s stupid to ask when she’s acting so crazy for me, but I just want to be one hundred percent sure. I want to know that she needs this just as much as I do.

  When the hell have I ever cared before? Probably never. I took whatever the woman gave without any care about her feelings.

  But this.

  Her.

  I want so much more than I’ve ever had before. I want to consume her. Possess her. Make her mine.

  She doesn’t answer me, so I pull back for a second, just to get a look at her, and what I find is a fiery passion behind her gaze.

  She bites down hard on her lip as passion consumes her, and combined with the short ragged breaths, she looks incredibly sexy.

  I need to see her messy, swollen, heady with lust, so I yank her back to me and we start kissing once more.

  As I lift her right up onto my desk this time, an involuntary moan escapes past her lips and my cock twitches with excitement. I picture her in that copy room, making that image for me, knowing that it was going to lead to this and I all but lose control.

  Her dress peels off her body easily, and I toss it to the floor quickly before running my hands over what is underneath. She’s wearing what feels like a very lacy bra, and while I’m sure it looks amazing, all I want is it gone, so without even stopping to take a look at it, I pull at the clasp until it’s unhooked and tumbling to the ground, then I move my mouth over her neck and down her body.

  As my lips find her nipples, and I tug and tease them for a few seconds, I can feel my chest swelling with all kinds of things. This is definitely different to anything that I’ve ever experienced before, and that’s because this isn’t just lust…there is emotion there too. If anything, this has just proven to me how much I like her.

  “Oh God, this feels incredible,” she pants, her head lolling to one side and her eyes slipping closed. “Wow, Wesley…”

  I move my mouth down even further until my lips are on her soft, curvaceous stomach, and I can feel myself beginning to really lose it. She’s beautiful, sweet, and sexy as all hell. I glance up at her, looking at the lust falling across her expression, before tugging her panties to one side and slipping a finger experimentally into her hot, wet desire. She cries out and arches her back in pleasure, which makes me feel so good that I slide another finger into her, then another, until I’m filling her up completely.

  “That feel good?” I ask her confidently, already seeing that it does. “Do you like that?”

  “Oh God, yes,” she grips onto the desk tighter, as if she needs it to keep her from falling apart, and I cannot stop the massive smile from spreading across my cheeks at the thought of making her feel this amazing.

  My rock hard cock seems to stand further to attention at these words. My body is screaming out for her, but I need to calm it down. I want to get her to lose her mind before I get anything from her.

  I tug my fingers out from her, but I don’t give her very long to miss me, because I quickly rip her panties from her and slide my tongue down her slit. Tasting her is a wonderful feeling, and as I plunge my tongue into her and she bucks above me before clinging onto my hair for dear life, I know that this is something that I could quickly get addicted to. As the bliss fills up Naomi, it does me too, and I realize that I would actually be okay with not having her tonight as long as I can make her come.

  It’s something that I’ve never felt before. Wanting a woman’s pleasure over my own. But right now all I want is to give her the best fucking orgasm of her life.

  “Wesley, oh God. I need you.”

  However, as soon as those words burst from her lips, I find myself more than happy to comply. Everything within me begins pulsating, so I pull backwards and start kissing her neck, all the while unzipping and yanking down my own trousers.

  “Wait a minute,” I pant into her mouth. “Let me just get some protection.”

  That’s one thing that I always stipulate, and that won’t change even if this entire experience is something new. I don’t ever want any unexpected babies anywhere because I’m afraid of the trouble that will bring with it.

  I look intently at Naomi as I slide the condom over my length, because I want to commit that look of passion to memory forever.

  Full of passion. Lust. Need.

  She’s normally such a strong, put together woman, that I’m really enjoying this new side of her. It feels good to know that I can ruffle her feathers and turn her into this trembling mess. It makes me feel even sexier than before, which I love. I mean, I’m a confident man who knows how good I look, but to have that confirmed with someone I really like feels great.

  I tease her entrance for a few seconds, feeling her trying to thrust against me, and it isn’t long until I cave and plunge deep into her.

  “Naomi,” I cry out, actually a little shocked. I knew it was going to be a good experience screwing Naomi, but this is something else. This is even better that I ever could have dreamed. “Naomi, you feel amazing.”

  And she does. Her pussy is so damn tight, I nearly come just from the feel of it.

  I grip my hands onto the desk and I push myself hard into her, really filling her. She falls backwards until she’s lying on her back, showing me everything, and her body has my heart thundering painfully in my chest. Those breasts, those curves, that soft milky skin, she’s gorgeous.

  And mine.

  It isn’t long before her walls start to contract around me, and I watch her fully crumble beneath me. As her face contorts in ecstasy, she’s even more beautiful than before, I find myself falling even deeper. I really feel like maybe Naomi is the one. The one that I’ve been waiting for, the one that I’ve been searching for my entire life.

  I become so convinced of this notion that as the pleasure bursts free from me, I have to bite down on my lip to stop me from telling her that I love her. I know that’s probably just the heat of the moment talking, which is why I’m glad I don’t say it aloud, but it leaves an imprint on my heart.

  As soon as we’re both finished shuddering, I pull her close to me and I press a soft kiss against her lips, which I hope conveys how I’m feeling inside.

  I want her to know that she’s softening me up inside and that I like her, without actually telling her as much. She isn’t like the other women that I’ve been with, the ones who have wanted me to give them the world, so I don’t want to freak her out. I don’t want to put her off me before she’s had the chance to really get to know
me.

  I pick her up from the desk, and wrap her around me, before carrying her over to the sofa in the corner of my office. There I lie her down and snuggle in next to her, just wanting to remain in this happy, pleasure filled bubble for a little while longer.

  I could return to the party and see all of those people, and maybe I probably should, but I just don’t want to. I want to say here and to spend more time with Naomi, and from the way she’s collapsed backwards in bliss, she doesn’t want to go anywhere either.

  “Do you want anything?” I ask, stroking her hair. “Do you need to me go and get you another drink or anything?”

  “No, I’m good,” she smiles serenely, making me happy.

  Normally, by this point I would be making any excuse to go, but I have no desire to leave. There isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be.

  I lie my head back and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds, allowing my imagination to go even further. Now that I’ve had sex with Naomi, and I know how intense it can be, my brain wants more. It wants the one thing that I’ve always wanted deep down, the thing that I’m pretty sure everyone wants whatever front they put on. I see her as my girlfriend, I picture her as my wife, I even think of her as the mother of my child. People might only see me as the cold-hearted billionaire who will sleep with anyone and everyone, but that isn’t who I am for real. That’s just who I’ve been to amuse myself.

  I wonder what my Dad would think about Naomi, I wonder if he would have liked her. It’s a shame that he’ll never be able to get to see me in a happy, committed relationship because I know that’s what he always wanted for me. I mean, I can ask my Mom, and I know she’ll tell me the truth, but it just isn’t the same.

  I love my Mom, but my Dad is the one who I always looked up to, the one whose opinion I always needed to hear.

  I turn on my side to look at Naomi. To drink in her beauty once more. And my heart skips a beat again. She’s gorgeous, and I feel incredibly lucky to be with her. I just hope she doesn’t do to me what I’ve done to so many women before and race out of here at the first opportunity, leaving me with nothing. Only the memory of her. But looking into her green eyes, and seeing the reservation, the walls that come up between us, I have a really bad feeling that that’s exactly what’s going to happen.