Page 22 of The Nanny and the Don

The visceral sounds he made as he grunted and groaned with each stroke of his hips was maddening. I did this to him. I made him react this way. I drove him so crazy that he couldn’t control himself. He admitted it, and now I knew that it was true. I made him lose control.

With our eyes locked, he went even harder, plunging into me even faster. His animalistic groans were now bellowing cries of agony and pleasure. I did this to him. My arms tightened around his neck as I pulled him even closer. He resisted my hold enough to keep his eyes pinned to mine.

When he came, the sound that escaped him seemed to make the entire house shake. Humming softly, he buried his face in my neck. He fought to catch his breath, and I did the same as he relaxed his long frame against mine.

I was speechless as the swirl of emotions danced around in my head.

At the end of our session, that’s all I was left with.

This time there was nothing confusing about what I was feeling.

The contentment and adoration that I felt in the moment were crystal clear.

The unmasked desire for more of him was at the forefront of it all.

More than anything, I wanted to explore this growing thing between us.

For as long as he allowed me to, I held him, feeling his racing heartbeat as he snaked his arms around my back and pulled me closer.

We settled into each other’s embrace, and I said a silent prayer that this was the only man I would fuck for the rest of my life.

I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that anyone in the world would ever live up to the expectations he’d just set.

He kissed my shoulder before pulling away from me. As soon as our bodies disconnected, I felt cold and empty. I kept my eyes on him as he stood to his feet and removed the condom. After dropping it into the trashcan next to the nightstand, he crawled back in bed and slowly finished undressing me.

I didn’t even realize that what was left of my shirt still clung to my body until he removed both the ripped shirt and my bra.

Once I was completely naked, he kissed me again.

This time his kiss was patient and soft.

He studied my face briefly before I lowered my eyes, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze.

He didn’t speak as he pulled the covers back and motioned for me to get under them. Why in the world was I so happy? What the hell was happening right now, and why did I like it? I tried to remind myself of how my feelings had evolved over the past couple of weeks.

When had I stopped looking at him as the evil, mysterious Mr. Gray? When had I stopped being afraid of him and start seeing him as something other than my captor? Because now I only saw him as something that belonged to me. I just needed reassurance that he felt the same way.

Once I was under the covers, he eased in behind me until we were in the spooning position.

His bed felt so good. The one upstairs wasn’t bad, but in his bed, I felt like I was lying on a literal cloud as my eyes drifted closed.

His hands explored my body moving up and down in slow passes.

He swept my hair away from my face and peppered my neck and jawline with soft kisses.

This time there was no rush as he carefully pushed his dick back into my aching center from behind.

Squeezing me tightly against his hard frame, he rocked into me slowly.

I rolled my hips, matching his rhythm as our bodies moved together in a fluid motion.

He buried his face in my hair, groaning slowly as we writhed in a languid, sensual dance.

For what seemed like hours, he made love to me until I fell into a deep sleep.

I panicked when I woke up naked in an unfamiliar place. It was dark, but there was just enough light creeping in from the moon that I remembered where I was. The aching between my thighs assured me that I wasn’t dreaming.

Still, I didn’t know what to think of the situation.

I didn’t want him to think that I thought too much into things, if that was even possible at this point.

Instead of lingering and wondering, I eased out of bed and tiptoed around the room until I found what was left of my shirt next to my jeans on the floor.

I hastily pulled on my jeans and covered the top of my body then scurried out of his room and sprinted to the stairs.

Once I was securely on the top floor, I shut the door behind me and pressed my back against it.

The clock on the wall indicated that it was two in the morning.

My head was spinning as I made my way to the shower.

A quick shower soothed my tired muscles enough for me to fall back into a deep slumber when I finally crashed into bed.

“That’s a beautiful dress,” Sicily commented as she breezed into the kitchen where Miguel and I were making breakfast.

Both King and Evie were at the table doing their individual activities while we cooked.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling in response to her compliment.

I had worn a couple of dresses since I’d been there, but for some reason today I felt particularly beautiful. It was a simple pink skater dress that probably cost too much. After a couple of days, I stopped looking at the price tags.

Since I hadn’t had the strength or energy to braid my hair down last night, I had to sweep it up into a gigantic puff ball today.

King thought it was hilarious, so that was a plus.

When the door to Steel’s office opened, I fought the urge to look up.

I didn’t even know he was up already. Apparently, he had been up for a while because we had been in the kitchen for over an hour now.

“Uncle Steel!” King chanted from his seat in the dining room.

“Good morning, buddy,” he called across the room as he made his way to the kitchen.

Each clack of his shoes against the marble floors made me more uneasy.

I focused on cutting the last of the strawberries for the stuffed French toast Miguel was making as Steel’s intense energy filled the room until it overflowed with everything Steel.

God, he smelled good. The sound of his footsteps didn’t stop until he stood next to me.

Gently grabbing the side of my face, he pressed a soft kiss against my temple.

“Good morning, Devlan,” he said.

“Good morning.” I managed to mutter as I allowed my eyes to find his.

He winked before casually turning as if nothing had happened and greeting everyone else in the kitchen.

“Good morning, guys,” he stated, either oblivious or unfazed by their slack jawed gazes.

“Good morning, Mr. Gray,” Sicily and Miguel spoke in unison.

Keeping his stride, he walked over to the dining room to talk to the kids.

He was impossibly sexy, dressed in a silk black shirt and matching slacks.

Even his shoes were the hue of midnight, only allowing a peek of the red bottom with each step.

I was under his spell as I watched him reach down and wiggle his fingers across Evie’s tummy.

Her shrill giggles as he tickled her seemed to break the three of us left in the kitchen from his trance.

“Good morning, sweet face,” he said, joining in on her laughter.

I picked up the strawberries and tossed them in a bowl before walking over to the sink to wash my hands.

“Look what I made, Uncle Steel. That’s my name and that’s my last name. Ms. Devy said my last name shows who is in my family. That’s why it’s the same as yours. This says my name is King Gray. I am four years old. Then these are just numbers,” King explained.

“You’re doing a great job, buddy. We will have to do something special soon to celebrate how smart you are.”

“Yes!” King cheered.

As if he hadn’t turned the entire house upside down with one simple gesture, Steel walked back into the kitchen. “Miguel, have everything set up by noon. I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he ordered before the clacking of his shoes carried him all the way out of the house.

“OK, what the hell was that?” Miguel said, turning to me with the biggest grin.

“What?” I asked, pressing my lips together to bite back my smile.

“Drop the act, heifer. Who the hell was that man? I’ve been working here five years, and I’ve never heard Mr. Gray laugh or seen him smile for over three seconds.

If you would have picked up your guilty head, you would have seen that megawatt smile before he freaking kissed you like it was something he does every morning. What happened? Spill,” Sicily demanded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, in a weak attempt to feign innocence.

“No wonder he came to me as soon as I got here this morning telling me that he’s grilling today. I have never seen him use that grill,” Miguel observed.

“Maybe he wants to change things up a little.”

“He doesn’t change things up a little. We follow a simple routine around here.

He works day and night even when he’s not here.

We keep our heads down and do our jobs. He pays well and gives great bonuses.

It doesn’t matter that he’s not much of a conversationalist, or he holds up in his office.

Everybody has a job to do. Now he’s whistling and smiling and wanting to do things different.

There is one thing that changed everything. ”

“And what is that?” I asked, tilting my head and waiting for Sicily to answer.

“Your pretty ass.” Miguel chimed in.

“Wow.” I laughed and shook my head. “Y’all are tripping. I can imagine that it gets boring out here, but you two have made up an entire storyline behind a man smiling for a change. When one of you writes the book, I would love to read it.”

Narrowing her eyes, Sicily moved closer to me before leaning in to ensure that the kids didn’t hear her.

“Did you have sex?” she asked.

“What?” I scoffed.