Nanny for the Don: An Age Gap, Billionaire Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
Nanny for the Don: Chapter 13

“How many times have you come already?” Nico’s voice comes out in a sexy growl, his breath hot against my neck.

I bite my lip, pretending to think. “Lost count,” I pant.

I’m seated on his dresser, my thighs wrapped tight around his waist, and I’m gripping the edge for dear life. The wood creaks under us, but I couldn’t care less. Each thrust sends a shockwave through me, pleasure radiating out like he’s setting me on fire.

He flashes the wicked grin that makes me melt every damn time. “Get ready for one more.”

I brace myself as he slams into me, deep and relentless, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his thumb traces circles over my clit. The pressure builds, coiling tight in my core, threatening to snap any second. But he holds me right on the edge, the bastard, dragging it out like he always does.

“Nico,” I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Stop teasing me. You know what that does to me.”

He chuckles, his breath ragged. “Can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re about to come.”

“Selfish,” I manage to tease back, even though I’m practically begging for release at this point.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he leans in close, his lips brushing mine. “Yeah, but you love it.”

And damn it, he’s right.

I glance down and watch as Nico’s cock disappears deep into my pussy, over and over, each thrust making my breath hitch. It’s hypnotic, the way his body moves with such raw intensity, every muscle working to drive me completely insane.

I feel his mouth latch onto my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple as he sucks hard. The pleasure rockets through me, sharp and electric, dragging me right to the brink of release.

“Nico, I’m gonna come,” I moan, my voice trembling with need.

He pulls back just enough to smirk at me, that cocky glint in his eyes. “Ask nicely, and I’ll let you. And what’s with this Nico talk? I’m your boss, remember?”

I roll my eyes, biting back a grin. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He raises an eyebrow, stilling his movements slightly. “That doesn’t sound like asking nicely.”

I huff, knowing exactly where this is going, but I play along. “Please, Mr. Conti, let me come.”

He leans in, his voice a low rumble. “Beg.”

I’m too far gone to argue. I let out a needy whine, arching into him. “Please. Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”

His lips curve into a satisfied grin. “Good girl.”

And then he’s pounding into me again, harder, faster, taking me right over the edge. The orgasm rips through me, my whole body shaking with the force of it, and Nico’s right there with me, groaning as he spills inside me. The feeling of him pulsing, filling me, sends one last wave of pleasure crashing over me. It’s so damn good, I can’t stop the shivers that rack my body as his cum spills down the inside of my thigh.

I collapse against Nico, panting as I try to catch my breath. His big arms wrap around me, holding me tight, and I melt into his warmth. The sex is mind-blowing, like always, but honestly, there’s something almost better about the way he holds me after. His body is all hard muscle and heat, a safe haven I could stay in forever.

We stay like this for a bit, his cock still buried inside me, and I savor every second of it. Eventually, he slides out, and I can’t help the little pang of loss that hits me. I always miss that connection the moment it’s gone.

He heads over to the nightstand, and I can’t take my eyes off him. The moonlight streaming in through the window paints his body in silver, highlighting every delicious line of muscle. And that ass? Damn, it’s almost unfair how perfect it is—tight, firm, and just begging to be smacked.

He picks up the iPad monitor and glances at it, then turns to me with a smirk. “The girls are still asleep, if you’re wondering.”

“Good,” I say. , half-joking, half-serious. “With the way you were screwing me, I was worried I was going to wake up the entire Upper West Side.”

He flashes a cocky grin over his shoulder, the one that makes my heart do a little flip. “You probably almost did. But can you blame me? You’re impossible to resist.”

I get up, sauntering over to him with a sway in my hips. He turns toward me, his eyes shamelessly tracing over my curves, drinking me in like he’s never seen me before. God, I love when he looks at me like that—hungry, eager, like he’s ready to devour me all over again.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tiptoes to press my lips to his. He meets me halfway, his kiss playful, teasing me with just a flick of his tongue. I grin against his mouth, then playfully tug him back toward the bed. We tumble onto the sheets, and I curl up next to him, my head resting on his chest.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “What, you want another go-around already?”

“Nah,” I reply, snuggling closer. “I just want to lie here with you like this.”

He obliges, wrapping his big arm around me, pulling me in tight. I sigh, letting myself enjoy the quiet moment, his heartbeat steady under my ear. But there’s something on my mind, something I can’t help but ask.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He tenses slightly, and I can see a flicker of apprehension in his eyes, but he nods. “Go for it.”

I take a deep breath, not sure how he’ll react. “Do you ever wish we could sleep in bed together?”

His expression shifts, the playful teasing gone, replaced with something much more serious. He looks at me, really looks at me, like he’s weighing his words carefully.

Then Nico sighs, running a hand through his hair like he’s gearing up for a lecture. “We agreed from the beginning that this was just physical. And don’t forget the girls—what if they walked in and saw us lying in bed together? Imagine how confused they’d be.”

I bite my lip, feeling like I just stepped into territory I’m not supposed to, but I can’t back down now. Something inside me needs to push this.

“Okay, okay, chill. I get it. But let’s say, hypothetically, this is just a thought experiment. If there were no consequences—like, none—would you want that?”

He gives me a look, like he’s trying to figure out if I’m for real right now. “Willow, there are always consequences.”

I open my mouth to argue, but then I stop. I can tell this isn’t going anywhere. He’s got that wall up, the one I’m never going to break through. I let out a long sigh, feeling the frustration build up, but I don’t push it further.

“Are you still fine with this no-strings-attached arrangement?” he asks, his tone casual, but I can hear the edge underneath.

“Yeah, totally,” I say quickly, forcing a smile. But deep down, something shifts, and I’m not so sure anymore. .

The words taste like a lie, and I hate that. Because if I’m being honest with myself, I think maybe I want more than just the hookup. Maybe I’m starting to catch feelings, and that’s a whole mess I’m not ready to deal with.

I slide off the bed, stretching my arms above my head. “I should probably head back to my room,” I say, trying to keep my tone light..”

Nico nods, agreeing. “Yeah, probably for the best.”

I step into my panties and pull on my oversized T-shirt, the fabric soft against my skin. Just as I’m about to head for the door, Nico rises and strides over to me. My eyes flick down, catching sight of his manhood, still heavy and long, hanging between his muscular thighs.

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me close, his touch sending a shiver up my spine. “I’m still really enjoying this, you know. But if you’re not…”

I cut him off, flashing a quick smile. “No, I am. For real.”

He leans in, kissing me slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes my knees weak and my brain forget all the reasons I should be keeping my distance. It’s the kind of kiss that makes me think I’d put up with anything just to be close to him like this.

When he finally pulls away, he gives me a playful swat on the ass, and I can’t help but giggle. “See you in the morning,” he says, his voice low and warm.

“What are you in the mood for, breakfast-wise?”

He grins, that cocky smile I can’t get enough of. “Surprise me.”

I slip out of his room, my heart doing a weird little dance in my chest as I head back to mine.

I make my way down the hallway, tiptoeing like I’m sneaking out after curfew. Already, I miss Nico’s warmth, the way he makes me feel all melty inside. It’s kind of pathetic, honestly, but I can’t help it.

When I slip into my room and shut the door behind me, my mind starts racing. It’s been three weeks since this whole thing started, and somehow, Nico and I have managed to fuck in just about every room in this damn house. And the wild part? I crave him more every day, like I’m addicted or something.

Honestly, it’s low-key terrifying.

I’ve been poking at him, trying to get a read on where his head’s at, if maybe he wants more than just the physical. But every time, he throws up this massive stone wall. He’s got that whole emotionally unavailable vibe down to a science. It’s maddening, and I’m not even sure what I’m hoping for. Do I really want more? Or am I just getting too caught up in all this?

I flop down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling around. I’m almost a month into this gig, and I can’t help but wonder—what’s month two going to look like? More of the same? Or is something going to change?

Before I can dive too deep into that mess, a wave of nausea hits me out of nowhere, making my stomach churn. What the hell?

I bolt to the bathroom, dropping to my knees just in time to hurl everything in my stomach.

This isn’t the first time I’ve felt queasy out of nowhere this week, but it’s the first time I’ve actually thrown up. I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to figure out what’s going on.

Tomorrow’s Monday, and thankfully, I’ve got the afternoon off. Ms. M’s taking the twins to the pediatrician for their checkup after preschool, so maybe I can squeeze in a visit to my own doctor – after my lunch date with Kendall, of course.

Last thing I need is to be too sick to work. I can’t let anything mess up this job—Nico or no Nico.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I get up from the floor. Whatever this is, I just need to handle it. I glance in the mirror, my reflection looking a little more pale and tired than usual. I shake it off, deciding that tomorrow, I’m going to get to the bottom of whatever’s going on.