Page 10 of Kingpin's Nanny

Given my lack of experience, what he would look like as he watched is a bit hazy in my imagination, but I keep my gaze on the camera as though it were Lucas’ grey eyes.

“I want you,” I say softly. “I’ve wanted you since we first met.” I trail my fingers over my velvet-covered breasts. “And I hope you want me too.”

Slipping the straps off my shoulders one at a time, I imagine that it’s his rough hands doing that, grazing my skin.

I’m channelling every sexy thing I’ve ever seen. Ads, movies, late-night television, and that slutty girl at school. I should have asked her for tips. I watch myself in the camera preview for OnlySantas, and try to ignore that YourBoss’ activity indicator remains stubbornly grey.

“Do you like what you see, boss?” I push the neckline down and add, “Would you like to see my legs?” I drag up the skirt of my dress with one hand.

“Or my bottom?”

I shuffle around on the mattress. I can almost hear his deep, dark, severe voice telling me that he can’t see me properly.

“Should I take off my knickers?” I blush.

It feels indulgently naughty as I nudge the cotton down, exposing my bottom, and my pussy too. When the fabric is over my knees, I replace my hand so I’m on all fours again, and I breathe through the embarrassment.

“Am I okay? Is this right?” I’d never dare to ask Mr Knight this, but in my mind, he tells me, “Yes, that’s perfect. Good girl.”

“I’m delulu,” I mutter, but I shiver with arousal. Closing my eyes, so I can’t see that there’s no one watching, let alone the man I want, I turn onto my back. The dress is rucked around my midriff, so I wriggle it over my head. On a whim, I press the hat onto my head again, then recline on the pillows, totally naked now.

In the dark behind my eyelids, I see Lucas above me. I can’t remember the exact pattern of his tattoos from that day at the beach, and I wish so much I’d had the guts to somehow get a photograph so I could examine and memorise him.

I run my hands over my breasts and cup them, then pinch my nipples daringly. It’s not his hands—mine aren’t big enough—but it’s nice as I skim lower. My knees fall open.

When I reach between my legs, I’m not surprised to find I’m wet. Soaked, in fact. Thinking about my boss always does that.

“I wish you were here. I wish it were your fingers. And then, I wish it were…” My god, where does the bravery to say this come from? “Your cock. I want you to be my first. And my only.”

There’s a little shock of pleasure as I brush my clit. I wriggle back into the bed covers and imagine Lucas Knight’s severe gaze on me. He’s so grumpy, but at heart he’s kind. I’ve seen it time and time again with him. He could be cruel—it’s expected even, after all, what’s an uncle if not wicked, or a mafia boss if not mean—but he’s not. He’s dark and growly in his tone, but his behaviour is always considerate.

Apart from my lack of days off, of course. But that hasn’t been such a hardship, to be honest. If it weren’t for my sexual frustration boiling over, I’d happily never have a day away from him.

“Please. I’m so empty. I need this.”

My hand is moving of its own accord now, circling over my clit.

I’m certain Lucas would have the experience and maturity to make it spectacular. “I want you to teach me to pleasure you, and make me come.”

Saying the words aloud makes it more real, as though he’s listening in. The ecstasy mounts and I give my clit more pressure.

5

LUCAS

I can’t look away.

Instead of interrupting her immediately, I stare dumbly at Bella’s young, hot body finally exposed to me fully. I have a surreptitious photo of her at the beach, but this? Not just nude, but touching herself and moaning.

I’m instantly hard.

She circles her clit faster, and writhes on the bed, looking every inch the sexy siren, luring me to my death.

Fuck. Bella is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

Christmas will be even more fucking awful from now onwards. Inappropriate erections are bad enough when I look at my child’s nanny, never mind if I end up with the association with red and white costumes. That Santa hat is all she’s wearing, and her smooth skin is all on display. As is her wet, pink pussy.

The desire to plunge my cock into that needy little hole is stronger than the instinct to breathe. How can I live without seeing her like this again? My need for her is overwhelming.