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  “You’ll be watching two four-year-old boys. They’re twins.”

  “I love twins,” she says with a smile. The sight of her adorable cheeks blushing makes my chest hurt. “And their mother? Does she live here as well?”

  I drop my eyes and shake my head. “No. She… died.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, covering her mouth with her hands.

  It takes a few seconds to realize what she must be thinking. “They’re my sister’s children. Elena and her husband died in a car crash a year ago.”

  I don’t want her thinking that I was married. I don’t want her thinking that there’s any other woman in this world for me besides her.

  Because there isn’t.

  “Oh.” She looks relieved… maybe. I can’t tell, but I hope that’s what I’m seeing.

  “My last nanny retired and left me kind of stuck. I run an engineering company and I can’t always be around for playtime.”

  She nods as she watches me with those bright brown eyes. “I’d be happy to help with that.”

  I’m wondering if I’m going to get some playtime too when I see her shiver.

  “Where are my manners?” I mutter. This girl has gotten my brain all screwy. “Come. I’ll run you a hot bath and make you some food. You look hungry.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to,” she starts to say.

  “Come,” I interrupt. “I’ll show you to your new room.”

  She follows me up the stairs and down the hall. Her room is going to be next to mine. What I really want is for her to share my room, share my bed, share everything, but I can tell that I can’t rush it with her. She looks like a scared little bunny and I don’t want her hopping away before I have a chance to sink my teeth into her.

  “This is it,” I say as I flick on the light. She has a stunned look on her face as she walks in.

  “It’s beautiful,” she says as she runs her hand over the fireplace mantel. It’s got everything she’s going to need. A walk-in closet, a fireplace, a huge king-sized bed, and an ensuite bathroom with a huge tub.

  I head into the bedroom as she’s looking out the window. The rain is still pouring and the wind is howling. I hate that she was out there on her own. I would have sent a limo for her if I knew she was coming.

  I dump some bubble bath into the tub and turn the water on. There’s a thick comfy housecoat hanging on the back of the door that I keep for guests, but it’s never been used. I fold it and place it beside the bath with a fresh towel.

  The fruity cherry smell of the bubble bath starts getting me going again. My cock hardens in my pants as my breath quickens. Knowing that this young girl is going to be naked in my house in a few minutes is making my body all tight and squirmy.

  I grip the granite counter and look into the mirror. I look ragged. Possessed. My jaw is clenched and there’s a bead of sweat dripping down my temple.

  How am I going to get through the night without tasting her fresh cunt? How am I going to handle having her here?

  It’s barely been ten minutes and I already feel like a wreck. I splash some cold water on my face, but it does nothing to cool down the burning I feel searing through my veins.

  “Thank you,” she says as she appears at the doorway. “For everything. You seem like you’re a good boss who treats their employees very well.”

  “You have no idea how well I’m going to treat you, Poppy. No idea.”

  Her timid brown eyes drop to the ground as I stare at her.

  Fuck. Why can’t I just act normal around her?

  “Warm up in the bath,” I say as I try to shake the dirty thoughts from my mind. “I’ll go make you dinner.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to,” she says with a bit of panic in her voice.

  I can tell she’s not used to people being nice to her. She’s not a girl who gets taken care of.

  Well, she’s going to have to get used to that. I’m going to treat her how she deserves to be treated, and once she gets settled in, I’m going to treat her ripe body how it deserves to be treated.

  “I want to,” I answer in a voice that’s too harsh and growly. I swallow hard, trying to calm my beating heart. I want to be gentle and soft with her, but it’s hard with the caveman part of me trying to take control. “You’re going to be eating well while you’re here, Poppy. I insist on it. That sweet body of yours needs food as well as other things, and I intend to give that ripe body everything it needs.”

  “That sounds good,” she says with her cheeks blushing.

  I have to leave before I do something that I’m going to regret. My self-restraint can only hold against so much before it snaps.

  I storm out of the bathroom and close the door.

  “Fuck,” I gasp as I gulp in deep breaths of air. She doesn’t know what she said. It’s not what she meant. Her mind is pure and innocent, not like yours.

  With my pulse racing, I head back downstairs to make her dinner. I stop at the bathroom and pull out my rock hard cock after I hear the water stop running. She must be getting undressed now and the thought of that is too much to bear. I start stroking my thick dick as I picture her wet clothes hitting the floor with a smack.

  “Oh, fuck.” Sticky cum is already oozing out of my cock like a leaky faucet and spilling down my hand as I stroke myself. Up and down with long fast strokes as I picture her pink nipples and even pinker cunt.

  My balls tighten. I’m already ready to explode. Thick streams of cum shoot out of my cock as I choke back a carnal roar. It lands all over the floor, all over my hand. It’s a sticky mess and a part of me wants to go get her to show her what she’s made me do.

  Instead, I just clean it up and continue into the kitchen.

  I heat up the salmon that I made for dinner and pull out the leftover salad. I set her up a place at the granite island with a glass of white wine even though I know she’s probably not old enough to drink.

  Imaging her sweet pink lips on the wine glass or wrapped around my fork starts to get me going again.

  My dick is rock hard. Jerking off did nothing to ease the tension that’s surging through my veins. Nothing is going to give me the kind of release I need. Nothing but her pussy.

  That’s the only thing that’s going to settle this growing strain in my body. I need to sink my hard cock into her ripe cunt and unload. Her womb needs to be coated with my cum. The walls of her pussy need to be soaked in my seed.

  I need her pregnant. I need her bred.

  Only then will I be at peace. Only then will I start to tame some of these obsessive thoughts within.

  I want her bound to me in every possible way. She lives with me now. I control her money. Her food. Now all I need is her body. Once I claim her cunt and stuff my baby inside, then she’ll be mine for good. Then, she won’t ever be able to leave.

  She won’t be my nanny anymore. She’ll just be mine.

  I’m halfway up the stairs before I know what I’m doing. I should turn around. This is too fucked up.

  But I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to stop myself.

  My feet keep going. Into her bedroom. Up to the door of the bathroom.

  This is a bad idea, but I don’t care.

  My hand goes to the door handle and turns it.

  I take a deep breath and walk in.

  Chapter Three

  Avery

  I gasp as the door swings open.

  Mr. Steele walks in with a heated look in his eyes and the room charges with an intense heat.

  I’m laying in the bath and my body starts tingling knowing there’s nothing but a bunch of bubbles that are eventually going to pop between his hungry eyes and my naked body.

  My heart starts pounding furiously in my chest and I’m worried that there’s going to be rings of water rippling away from it that give my excitement away.

  I can’t believe he came in here. But to be fair, I chose not to lock the door.

  A part of me wanted him to come in. The same part of me that’s now sending hea
t coursing between my legs.

  “How’s the bath?” he asks, sounding like he has a lump in his throat.

  “Good,” I answer, a little shyly. I haven’t had a bath in years. Maybe even a decade. Our past two apartments didn’t have one and the tanning salon where I slept for the past two months sure as hell didn’t have one. I forgot how good they feel.

  I’m no longer chilled to the bone from the cold rain. I’m toasty warm under the cherry scented bubbles.

  He stands over the bath and crosses his arms. There’s only the soft light from the two candles I lit, but I’m wondering how much he can see through the bubbles. My nipples harden as his blue eyes roam down my body and I wonder if my tight nubs are peeking through the bubbles yet.

  “This is how it’s going to work,” he says in a low controlled voice. It’s got a dominant edge to it that makes my pussy throb. “You’re going to live here. With me.”

  I swallow as I look up at him.

  “I want you in my house where I can see you and make sure you’re safe. I want to make sure you’re fed. Properly. Three meals a day. At least.”

  I can feel my eyes widening. I haven’t had three meals a day since I was seven.

  “You’ll have a safe place to stay. Food. Clothes. Whatever you desire.”

  This is a dream. This man is a godsend.

  “And I’ll pay you $5,000 a week.”

  My mouth drops. I’m stunned. I’ve never even made $5,000 in a month before.

  “But I don’t want to see you talking to other men. I don’t want you around them. Got that?”

  I slowly nod.

  “I mean it,” he barks. “If you bring a boyfriend back here…” He closes his eyes as his whole body shudders. He looks like he’s in pain and when I look down at his hands, I see them squeezed into fists.

  “I won’t,” I promise. “There’s no men.”

  Just you.

  I don’t know where that little voice has come from, but it better be careful. This man is my boss and this is the luckiest I’ve ever been. Five thousand dollars a month, plus food and a place to stay… I can’t screw this up. And screwing the boss would definitely screw this up.

  I’m already taking a big risk by giving him a fake name. I stole the identity of one of the nannies on the agency’s list, so I’m already treading in dangerous waters.

  I’m pretty sure what I’ve done is illegal.

  “Good,” he says after taking a deep breath. “You start now.”

  I swallow as I look up at him. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Your body needs nourishment. I could hear your stomach growling before.”

  I drop my eyes in embarrassment. I haven’t eaten a single thing today.

  “It’s time to eat.”

  He rolls up the sleeves of his cashmere sweater and my mouth starts to water when I see his thick tattooed forearms. I wasn’t aware that you could get goosebumps in a hot bath, but apparently you can.

  My pussy pulses as he kneels down beside the bath. Anticipation hits me like a bolt of lightning and my body starts to tremble as he reaches into the water. My pussy pulses when I see his hand disappear.

  His strong fingers graze my inner thigh on the way to the plug. His hand is so close. My back arches as my mouth drops open.

  I didn’t realize how badly I wanted his hands on me until now. My core clenches and my pussy aches for a touch. It’s on fire. I wish he hadn’t put bubbles. I wish there wasn’t anything stopping him from seeing how turned on I am in this moment.

  My nipples are rock hard and they start to peek through the thinning bubbles as I arch my back even more. With every heavy breath, they pop through, begging for attention.

  Mr. Steele pops the plug and the water starts to drain. He pulls his arm out of the bath and my pussy feels a sense of loss as I watch the bubbles drip down his sexy ink. My kitty got nothing but a tease, but it’s still aching for more.

  His beautiful blue eyes work their way back up my body and pause on my chest. From the tightness in his jaw, I think he can see how hard my nipples are. I want to know what he’s thinking. I want to know if he likes what he sees.

  The water level starts to slowly descend and if he hangs around for a little while longer, he’s going to be the first man to see me naked.

  I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve been too busy trying to survive through my teenage years, and I’ve never been with a boyfriend, let alone a mysterious rich stranger who is more than double my age.

  The water level starts to drop down my breasts and my cheeks begin to really burn now. He’s kneeling beside me—his eyes surveying my body—and I wonder how much of it he can see.

  Mr. Steele licks his lips and stands up. I gulp when he grabs the towel on the counter instead of leaving. He grabs one end with each hand and opens it.

  It’s big and soft and looks so comfy and inviting. But getting up would mean that he sees more of me.

  “Come on out,” he commands in a firm voice. “It’s time to eat.”

  For who? The hungry look on his face is signaling that he’s going to devour me whole.

  He’s waiting. The bath is quickly draining.

  My nipples are already rock hard and peeking out of the thin layer of bubbles. Would it hurt if he saw a bit more?

  I take a deep breath and stand up.

  Chapter Four

  Noah

  The towel is the only thing hiding how fucking hard I am. My cock is throbbing in my pants. It’s trying to force its way out, trying to rip through the expensive material. I can feel my boxer briefs getting wet as cum leaks out the tip, making another mess.

  She can’t see any of it, for now. I’m holding a big thick towel in front of me, waiting for her to get up.

  As the water starts to drain, the bubbles thin, and I can start to see the beautiful pink nubs on the end of her tits. They’re poking through the bubbles trying to find me. Her tits are all shiny and wet and they’re making my mouth water. This sweet girl was hiding a smooth, supple body under those wet clothes. A fresh ripe body that’s ready to be bred.

  That’s begging to be bred.

  My breath catches in my throat as she stands up. I can’t get enough of the view and my eyes are darting from her outer thigh to the side of her breast to her tongue darting over her bottom lip. She turns and faces me, letting me look.

  A drop of water cuts a trail through the bubbles and I follow it as it slides down between her beautiful round breasts. My gaze continues down and I see a small mound of bubbles covering her pussy. I can’t see everything with the dark lighting and the cascading bubbles, but I can see enough to know that I won’t sleep a wink tonight. I won’t sleep until I’m thrusted deep inside this young body.

  I know I’m too old for this girl. I’m sure she’s barely even legal. I’m sure everyone who sees us will talk. I don’t give a fuck. Let them talk. All I care about is her.

  “Come on out,” I tell her. “Before you get cold.”

  Her hands are at her sides. She doesn’t even try to cover herself from my heated gaze.

  As she steps out of the tub, my eyes drop to her cunt. I get a quick flash of pink and it nearly buckles me over.

  There’s a cherry in there waiting for me. I just know it.

  My heart twists around as I picture myself popping it. Getting her pregnant. Keeping her forever.

  Fuck… Is it bad that I want to own her? That I want to dominate and possess her?

  I’m a greedy bastard that wants to keep her for myself. I can’t even imagine what I’m going to do if I have to see her with another man.

  “It feels so good to be warm,” she says as she steps into the towel. I wrap it around her and hold her close to my chest for a few extra seconds.

  She lets out a little moan as I breathe in her scent. Mmmmm. Cherries.

  She’s so young and innocent with a body as ripe as a bowl of cherries.

  “Dry up, my little cherry,” I whisper to her. “You
r food is waiting downstairs.”

  Without thinking, I plant a soft kiss on her forehead. She looks up at me under her long lashes with her big brown eyes and it nearly ends me. There’s no fear in there or apprehension. Her gaze is filled with trust. Gratitude. Tenderness.

  Like I said, she’s too pure and innocent to be with a cruel bastard like me.

  That look sparks something primal in me and once again, my inner caveman is trying to grab control. I grit my teeth as my cock rages. It takes everything I have, every ounce of self-control, to hold myself back from ripping off that towel and burying my cock into her young cunt.

  It’s all I want. It’s all I can think about.

  Oh Christ, her smell. I’ve never smelled anything so sweet. So utterly captivating. It’s gripping me. Consuming me.

  My hands are gripping the towel so hard that my knuckles are white. The thought of dropping it to the floor and finding out how silky soft the walls of her cunt are gets my body all tight and locks my jaw up as I grit my teeth.

  “Mr. Steele,” she says with a whimper. “You’re hurting me.”

  Shit. I’m squeezing her arms. I didn’t even notice with those tempting thoughts tormenting me.

  I immediately let go and take a step back from her.

  Shame hits me like a knockout punch. I hate that I hurt her. Even if it’s just a little bit.

  I want to take care of her and I’ve already failed at that.

  “I’m sorry,” I say as I head to the door.

  “It’s okay,” she says as she pulls the towel tight around her. Her lips are on the soft material as she looks up at me with her bright brown eyes. “Really, I’m fine.”

  I swallow hard as I turn and take one last look at her. “Get dressed and come downstairs. I left you some clothes on the bed.”

  I rush out the door before she can answer. I want to leave while I still can. While I still have some restraint.

  This girl is going to ruin me. I can feel my obsession with her grounded deep in my core. The roots are in and it’s quickly spreading throughout, capturing me one cell at a time.