Nanny for the Don: An Age Gap, Billionaire Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
Nanny for the Don: Chapter 10

I let out a little yelp when I see Nico stepping inside. I’d been so caught up in my post-yoga stretch that I hadn’t even noticed him until he was right there, looking all brooding and intense.

“Morning,” he greets me, his voice deep and calm, like he didn’t just sneak up on me.

At first, I’m totally taken by the sight of him. He’s wearing gym shorts that show off his powerful legs, and a sleeveless shirt that exposes those thick, juicy arms that make my mouth go dry. My pussy clenches at the sight of him, a reminder of just how much I want him despite everything.

But I push past it—no way am I letting him get to me like that again. Still a little irked by the way he acted Friday night in the library, I start gathering my things, trying to keep my cool.

“I’ll get out of your way,” I say, my tone a bit sharp. I’m not about to let him think he can just waltz in here and throw me off my game.

I shove my laptop into my bag, avoiding his gaze as I grab my water bottle and towel. The whole time, I’m hyper-aware of him standing there watching me, but I refuse to let it rattle me. If he thinks he can just walk in and expect things to go back to normal after Friday night, he’s got another thing coming.

I turn to face him, watching as he moves closer and closer, a hungry, lustful look in his eyes. I know that look—it’s the same one he had the other night when he practically pounced on me.

I try to tell him I know what he’s thinking and that it’s a really bad idea. “Mr. Conti, I know what you’re—”

Before I can even finish the sentence, he closes the gap between us and kisses me, hard. His lips crash against mine, shutting me up instantly, and every coherent thought I had flies right out the window.

The logical part of my brain is screaming at me to stop this, that I should tell him no, but every other part of me wants nothing more than to give in to him. His mouth is demanding, and the way he’s kissing me makes me feel like I’m the only thing he wants in the entire world.

Screw it, I think, letting go of whatever resistance I had left. I melt into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiate between us.

It’s dangerous, and it’s wrong, but right now, I don’t care.

All I want is him.

He’s already hard as hell, and I can’t resist—I reach for him, feeling his length straining against the fabric. This time, I’m more confident. I’m not a virgin anymore, and I know exactly what he’s capable of. He knows how to take good care of me.

Feeling bold, I slip his cock out of his shorts and start stroking it bare, loving the way he growls in response. His cock is thick and hot in my hand, pulsing with need as I wrap my fingers around it and give it a slow, deliberate squeeze. I run my thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that’s already forming there, and I can’t help but smile at how responsive he is.

I work my hand up and down his length, loving the way he feels—so solid and ready, each stroke drawing another low, sensual growl from him. Part of me wonders if I could make him explode just like this, with nothing but my hand..

Before I can replace out, he pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with intent. “I want to taste you,” he growls, his voice thick with desire..”

Before I can respond, he scoops me up like I weigh nothing at all, carrying me over to one of the benches. He sets me down gently, his strong hands guiding me as if I’m something precious. I’m totally exhilarated, my heart racing as I anticipate what’s coming next.

He kisses me deeply, his lips demanding and hot against mine. “I’ve been fantasizing about peeling you out of these yoga clothes,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

He peels off my top, and my breasts spill out, free from the confines of my sports bra. He doesn’t hesitate, his mouth immediately replaceing my nipples, kissing and sucking them until I’m practically squirming beneath him. The heat from his mouth travels down my body as he kisses my stomach, slowly pulling down my leggings to reveal the black thong I’d almost forgotten I was wearing.

Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I feel like I’m going to explode.

He kisses my thighs, his lips brushing over my skin like he’s worshiping every inch of me. Each kiss sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me tremble with anticipation. When he finally pulls down my thong, I’m already soaked, desperate for him to touch me where I need it most.

His mouth is on me instantly, devouring me with a hunger that makes my head spin. His tongue moves in perfect rhythm, licking and swirling over my clit with just the right amount of pressure. And then his fingers join in, sliding into me, curling just right to hit the spot inside that drives me wild.

The combination is insane. His tongue flicks and teases my clit while his fingers pump in and out of my impossibly slick pussy, each thrust perfectly timed to push me closer to the edge. He’s relentless, the pleasure building and building until it’s almost too much to bear. I’m writhing on the bench, gripping the edges like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

He pauses just long enough to look up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You taste fucking amazing,” he growls, his voice full of raw, animalistic hunger.

Through the haze of pleasure, it hits me just how good he makes me feel about my body, about every inch of me.

He doubles down, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, and I can’t hold back. The orgasm crashes over me, hard and fast, making me cry out as my pussy clenches around his fingers. I come so hard, it leaves me breathless, my mind a blur of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

He stands up, licking my juices off his lips, that cocky grin on his face as he looks down at me.

I rise to my feet, feeling a rush of confidence. I pull off his sleeveless shirt, my hands roaming over his gorgeous upper body—those chiseled pecs, rock-hard abs, and the way his muscles tense under my touch. I can’t resist him, can’t resist leaning in to kiss his chest, trailing my lips down to his abs.

Is this how he feels about me? Like an animal, unable to get enough?

He takes off the rest of his clothes, standing there completely naked, and grins at me. I narrow my eyes playfully. “Why are you grinning like that?”

Without a word he guides me to the weight bench, that mischievous grin never leaving his face. I lie back, my heart racing in anticipation, spreading my legs as he positions himself between them. The cool leather of the bench presses against my skin, grounding me as I prepare for what’s coming next.

He stands there for a moment, looking down at me like I’m a feast laid out just for him. His cock, hard and ready, is the perfect contrast to the dark intensity in his eyes. He leans in, his hands sliding down my thighs before gripping my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bench.

“You ready for this?” he growls, his voice thick with desire.

“More than ready,” I whisper, my hands gripping the sides of the bench for leverage.

He thrusts into me, deep and powerful. The angle is perfect, the bench giving him all the support he needs to drive into me with relentless force. I can feel every inch of him filling me completely, and it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hands guiding my movements, pushing me to meet every thrust. “You like this, don’t you? Being taken right here, like this?”

“Yes,” I gasp, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounds into me, each thrust hitting just right. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until you come for me.”

He keeps going, his pace unrelenting, driving me closer and closer to the edge. The bench creaks beneath us, but I’m too lost in the sensation to care. It doesn’t take long before the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, and I’m crying out his name as I come hard, my body trembling with the force of it.

After catching our breath, Nico’s eyes flick to the squat rack, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. He grins, a devilish, commanding grin that makes my knees weak.

“We’re not done yet,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the squat rack. My heart races as I realize what he has in mind, and a thrill of excitement rushes through me.

He adjusts the bar to the perfect height, then guides me to bend over it, my hands gripping the cool metal for support. I’m fully exposed, my body tingling with anticipation as he positions himself behind me. I can feel his cock, still rock hard, pressing against me, and I know this is going to be intense.

He slides into me, filling me completely. The angle is perfect, the bar giving me the leverage I need to push back against him with each powerful thrust. The mirrored wall in front of us shows every movement, every thrust, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him fucking me like this.

“Look at yourself,” he commands, his voice low and rough as he pounds into me. “Watch how good you look getting fucked by me.”

I do as he says, my eyes locked on our reflection. The sight of him behind me, his muscles flexing as he drives into me, sends a new wave of pleasure coursing through me. The combination of his deep thrusts and the way he’s talking to me is too much, and I feel the tension building fast.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my voice shaky with the intensity of watching our reflection.

“Do it,” he growls, his pace quickening. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. I want to feel it.”

The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, my body trembling as I clench around him. Right at the peak, he lets go, coming hard inside me, filling me with his heat.

The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure so intense I can hardly breathe, and I can feel every pulse of his release as it drives me over the edge again.

We slow down, both of us catching our breath. I glance in the mirror one last time, taking in the sight of him behind me, glistening and gorgeous.

God, he looks like something out of a dream, all rugged and sweaty. When he finally slides out of me, I feel an immediate, almost desperate sense of loss. What the hell is going on with me? How do I feel so attached to this man already?

My eyes flash as I suddenly remember overhearing some jackass back in college bragging to his buddies about how he’d never want to be a virgin’s first—said they get way too clingy. A wave of panic washes over me. Is that what’s happening here? Is this some sort of chemical reaction I have no control over, making me feel things I shouldn’t?

But as quickly as the panic comes, it melts away the moment he wraps his arm around me, guiding me gently to the floor. His touch is warm, reassuring, and as he pulls me close, I can’t help the big, goofy smile that spreads across my face..

I feel safe, content, and maybe even a little smitten. Lying here in his arms, the rest of the world seems to disappear..

Maybe it’s just the afterglow, or maybe it’s something more, but right now, I don’t care.