Page 41 of Bestie's Bossy Billionaire Brother

“Oh, Oliver,” she moans, moving quicker against my hand.

She’s close, and I lower my head to pleasure her once more. I wrap my arms around her thighs, and continue moving my tongue against her until she loses control.

“Yes, yes,” she gasps, clasping one hand onto my wooden headboard.

I move my fingers faster in response. She’s so tight, so wet, her body begging me to continue.

Her breathing becomes erratic as she falls over the edge. “Oh, my god,” she gasps, as her back arches off the bed.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Let it happen.”

Finally, I feel her tremble with delight. Her muscles tighten and she cries out, moaning my name repeatedly and then falling back against the sheets as she shudders to a finish.

“Wow,” she whispers, and I move up to bring my lips to hers.

“Wow is right,” I reply, resting my hands against her thigh. She gives me a nervous smile, and I kiss her again. I could kiss these lips all night.

“Can we do it again?” she asks, a smirk playing on her lips.

I smile, and my heart skips a beat. I want to say yes, but then something stops me. I look into her eyes and suddenly the guilt catches up with me. She’s not just my nanny, she’s my sister’s best friend. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to need to take things at a gradual pace.

I move away from her and take a deep breath.

“We should stop here for today,” I tell her. “We’ll take things slower next time. Start small.”

Catherine nods against my chest, and I stroke her hair. “Did I do okay?”

A smile plays on my lips, and I nod. “You did great, Catherine. Let’s just get some sleep,” I whisper back, holding her a little tighter.

We lay there for a while in comfortable silence, my heart still racing from the intensity of our encounter. I give her forehead one last kiss before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 15

Catherine

Afewdaysaftermy first lesson with Oliver, I meet up with Erica for lunch. We’ve had a few lessons since, but I look forward to our next lesson, and when we’re finally going to dive into the actual act of sex.

I meet Erica at a Mediterranean restaurant close to Alice’s school, a cozy spot tucked away in downtown Seattle.

By the time I arrive, she is already waiting for me, seated at one of the wooden tables in the dimly lit restaurant.

“Hey,” Erica says, passing a menu over to me. “How’s your morning been?”

“Good,” I nod as I take my seat and open the menu. “It feels so good to be driving again, now that I have my car back.”

“I bet,” she says. “I’m sure it’s been a pain having my brother drive you around everywhere.”

I chuckle. “He’s been grumpy lately, as you know. But otherwise, it hasn’t been that bad. By the way.” I sit up excitedly. “I put in an offer to buy a studio for my photography business.”

She gasps. “No way. That’s incredible.”

“Thanks, I agree,” I say. “I figure if I don’t get started on my dream now while I’m working with your brother and Alice, I may get too complacent.”

“I totally get it,” Erica says with a nod. “I’m so proud of you, Catherine. You’re gonna kill it.”

I smile, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of finally making my dream a reality.

“How was the rest of your weekend?” I ask, taking a sip from the cup of water Erica ordered before I arrived.