Nanny for the Don: An Age Gap, Billionaire Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
Nanny for the Don: Chapter 16

“Alright girls,” I say, “what’s it going to be on the pizza tonight? No changing your minds once we decide.”

I’m in the kitchen with Lucia and Giulia, both perched on the stools at the counter as we tackle the critical decision of pizza toppings. My laptop’s open in front of us, and right now, nothing’s more important than getting this right.

Lucia jumps in first. “Extra cheese!”

Giulia, not to be outdone, chimes in right after. “Pepperoni! And maybe mushrooms?”

I nod, considering their choices like they’ve just handed me a deal to close. “Extra cheese, pepperoni, and mushrooms. Good picks. But how about a supreme pizza? You know, with everything on it?”

They giggle, eyes wide as they think it over. Giulia suggests a compromise. “Maybe half and half?”

Smart move. “Half supreme, half pepperoni,” I agree. “And we’ll throw in an extra cheese pizza. Can’t go wrong with that.”

Ms. M walks by, grabbing a glass of water, and I glance her way. “You want anything, Ms. M?”

She smiles, lifting her glass. “Just a salad for me, thanks.”

“Alright then, two pizzas it is. Extra cheese, half supreme, half pepperoni. And we’ll add some breadsticks.”

Lucia and Giulia cheer, clearly satisfied with the plan. But tonight isn’t just about pizza. I’ve got something important in mind, and this dinner is only the beginning.

I pull out my phone and shoot Willow a quick text: Are you on your way back?

She replies almost immediately, saying she’s on her way but got hung up in rush-hour train traffic. I fire a response to see if she’s up for a pizza and movie night with the girls and me.

Sounds great, she texts back.

Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I’m pleased, though I keep it to myself. I want to see how she fits into this dynamic, how she handles spending time with the girls and me like we’re some kind of family. I’m not sure about making things more serious with her, but I’d be lying if I said the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. A man doesn’t ignore the possibility when it’s staring him in the face.

With that settled, I head to the den with Lucia and Giulia. Disney+ is already fired up on the TV, so I hand the remote to them. “Alright, ladies, pick a movie.”

They dive into a debate immediately—Lucia wants to watch Moana for the millionth time, while Giulia’s pushing for The Lion King. Their back-and-forth is cute, both of them trying to convince the other with all the intensity of a high-stakes negotiation. I lean back, watching them with a half-smile.

Just as Lucia and Giulia settle on The Lion King, the door swings open and Willow walks in with the pizzas in hand. “Caught the delivery guy out front,” she says with a grin, holding up the boxes like a trophy.

“Perfect timing,” I reply, moving to grab plates and drinks from the kitchen. I set everything up on the coffee table and we all dig in, the scent of hot, cheesy pizza filling the room.

Willow immediately reaches for the supreme, and I watch, a bit surprised, as she starts putting it away with a vigor I didn’t expect. She’s usually more reserved, but tonight she’s going for it like she hasn’t eaten in days.

She notices me watching, and a flush creeps up her cheeks. “What? I’m hungrier than I thought,” she says, half-apologetic, half-defiant.

I give her a small smile. “No need to explain. Just didn’t realize you had such an appetite.”

The girls are absolutely thrilled she’s here. Lucia’s practically bouncing in her seat, and Giulia keeps sneaking little smiles at Willow. It’s clear they’ve warmed up to her, and the feeling seems mutual.

We settle in, plates in hand, as the movie starts. The room fills with the familiar sound of Disney magic, and I watch them out of the corner of my eye—my girls and Willow, all together. For a moment, everything feels right, like this is how it’s supposed to be.

We’re about halfway through the movie when the girls start clamoring for ice cream. I pause the movie and let them make their bowls, piling on toppings like there’s no tomorrow. As they’re busy, I turn to Willow. “How was your day?”

She takes a moment, as if considering how much to share. “It was good. Caught up with my cousin,” she says, keeping it vague. She doesn’t mention a name, and there’s a slight hesitation in her voice that I don’t miss.

I can tell there’s something she’s not telling me, something she’s keeping under wraps. Part of me wants to press, to know what’s going on in that head of hers. But I remind myself I don’t have the right to know everything. We’re not in that kind of relationship—at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Still, the thought crosses my mind—did she meet up with some guy? The idea of her with someone else sends a sharp surge of jealousy through me, but I push it down. Not the time, and definitely not the place.

The girls return with their ice cream masterpieces, and we head back into the den. The movie picks up where we left off, and the room is filled with the sound of laughter and the occasional clink of spoons against bowls.

By the time the credits roll, both Lucia and Giulia are out cold, dozing peacefully against Willow. I watch them for a moment, feeling something deep in my chest tighten, but I shake it off. I scoop up Giulia while Willow gently gathers up Lucia, and we quietly carry them to bed.

Willow and I slip the girls into their pajamas, and as they wake up just a bit, she leans in to chat with them softly.

“Hey, sleepyheads,” Willow says gently, brushing a stray hair from Lucia’s face. “Did you have fun watching the movie?”

Lucia blinks sleepily and nods. “Yeah, it was good. Can we watch it again tomorrow?”

Giulia stirs, rubbing her eyes. “I want to watch Moana next time.”

Willow chuckles softly. “Maybe we can have another movie night soon and watch both. How does that sound?”

The girls’ eyes light up at the idea. “Yay!” they mumble, snuggling into their blankets.

I watch from the doorway, a smile tugging at my lips. When Willow finishes talking, I step over and gently kiss each of the girls on their foreheads. “Good night, my little princesses,” I say. I make sure the monitor is in place, then slip out of the room with Willow.

The night has gone just as smoothly as I’d hoped.

As we head back to the living room, I turn to Willow and ask, “Got any plans for the rest of the evening?”

She gives me a small, playful smile. “Nope, just thinking about a bath and then bed.”

I raise an eyebrow, grinning. “Want some company for that bath? Maybe you could use mine, since you seem so fond of it.”

Willow bites her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief.. “I’d like that.”

The moment we step into the bedroom, my mind is racing with thoughts of what I’m going to do to Willow in that tub. The way she looks at me only adds fuel to the fire. But just as we’re about to get started, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I curse under my breath, holding up a finger to Willow. “I’ve got to take this. Go ahead and get the water going—I’ll meet you in there.”

She gives me a playful wink over her shoulder, pulling off her top as she disappears into the bathroom. The sight of her bare back as she vanishes into the bathroom makes it damn near impossible to focus on anything else.

I pull out my phone, expecting something trivial, but when I see Sal’s name pop up, I know it’s serious. The text is brief: We need to meet tomorrow. Got some info on the hit—might be evidence linking it to a certain family we both know.

A surge of fury rises in me, my fist clenching hard enough to make my knuckles white. The thought of the Rossis, and I know that’s who he means, our longtime adversaries, murdering my father is infuriating.

I fire back a quick reply, telling Sal we’ll meet tomorrow, then toss my phone onto the bed with more force than necessary. I need to deal with this, but not tonight.

Tonight, I have other plans, and nothing’s going to ruin them.

Turning back toward the bathroom, I strip off my shirt, ready to join Willow and forget about the outside world for a while.

Willow is already in the tub, suds perfectly placed over her breasts in a way that drives me wild. I let my eyes roam over her body.

“Glad I get to join you in the tub this time,” I say, my voice low and teasing, “. You know, instead of you sneaking in when I’m not around.”

She laughs, a soft, musical sound that echoes off the tile.. “The universe must have a sense of humor, I guess.”

I start toward her, every intention of sinking into that warm water and making her forget about anything outside this room. But something catches my eye—a glow from the counter. It’s her phone, lighting up with a text. Instinctively, my gaze sharpens as IWithout thinking, I read the message on the screen: Let’s meet up again soon. Today was fun.

The name attached to the text stops me cold—Ken.

“Ken?” I ask, my tone shifting, a sharp edge creeping in.

Willow’s relaxed smile falters as she glances at her phone. I can see the gears turning in her head as she tries to figure out what to say.

I step to the edge of the tub, my hands on my hips, my eyes locked on hers. “Who’s Ken?”

The jealousy roars inside me like a wildfire, but I keep it in check, reminding myself I was the one who set the rules. I was the one who said we were just having fun.

It’s not her fault that now I want more, especially so quickly.

“Are you seeing someone?”

She looks at me for a moment, and then, to my surprise, she laughs. The sound is light, almost teasing, and it catches me off guard.

“What’s so funny?” I demand, my tone still sharp, but the edge is starting to soften.

“Get naked and get in the tub, and I’ll tell you,” she says, her eyes dancing with mischief..”

I narrow my eyes, not entirely convinced, but before I can say anything else, she playfully tosses a handful of bubbles at me, some landing on my chest.

I sigh, feeling the tension in the room ease just a bit. “Fine,” I mutter, stripping off the rest of my clothes. .” I strip off my clothes and I slip into the warm water across from her, the heat instantly relaxing the muscles I hadn’t realized were so tense.

Once I’m settled, she looks at me with a playful grin. “Ken is short for Kendall—my cousin. We’ve had this thing since we were kids where she calls me Will, and I call her Ken. Just something dumb we do.”

I stare at her for a moment. , processing what she’s said, and then I feel the tension leave my body completely. “Ken is Kendall,” I repeat, a small smirk forming on my lips.

She nods., her eyes never leaving mine. “Now do you feel better, Mr. Suspicious?”

I lean back, the water lapping at my skin. “Yeah, I do.”

She laughs again, a soft, teasing sound. “Sorry, but it was kind of funny how pissed you looked.”

“I wasn’t pissed,” I reply , keeping my tone even as I lean back in the tub. “Just curious.”

She gives me a knowing look, her grin widening. “Suuure.”

I don’t bother elaborating, just lift an eyebrow in response, letting her think what she wants. But my mind drifts back to the look on her face when I mentioned Ken… almost like there’s still something she’s holding back. I push the thought aside for now, deciding it’s a battle for another time.

“You know,” she says. , her voice dropping to a playful whisper, “iIf I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were getting a little possessive.”

“It’s not like that,” I say, the words coming out a bit too quickly, even for my taste..

Her grin doesn’t falter. “Look how tense you are.” She scoots forward, closing the distance between us, and before I can react, she’s sliding onto my lap. The warmth of her body against mine sends a jolt through me.

“Maybe,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my ear, “we need to do something to help you relax.”

Her words are a challenge, one I’m more than ready to accept. My hands replace her hips, gripping them with a possessiveness I won’t admit to.

“Careful, Will,” I warn, my voice low and controlled. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

Her eyes flash with excitement. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Her fingers wrap around my cock, firm yet teasing, stroking me slowly as she looks up at me with those mischievous eyes. She leans in closer, her breath warm against my skin. ‘There’s something I want to try,’ she says, her voice low and full of promise.

‘What’s that?’ I ask, feeling the pleasure start to build.

‘Sit on the edge of the tub,’ she commands, and something in her tone makes me want to obey without question. I shift, positioning myself on the cool edge, curiosity and arousal battling for control. The water drips off my skin, but all I can focus on is Willow as she moves between my legs.

She starts with my stomach, her lips brushing over my skin in a way that makes my muscles tighten. Each kiss is slow, deliberate, as she works her way down, taking her time to drive me wild. Her mouth moves lower, over my hips, across my thighs, until she’s right where she wants to be.

When her lips touch my balls, I suck in a breath. Her tongue flicks out, testing, teasing, and I can feel the heat building inside me. She’s got me right where she wants me, and she knows it.

Then she kisses along my shaft, slow and maddening, before taking me into her mouth. The feel of her lips sliding down over me, her tongue swirling around the tip—it’s enough to make me lose all control.

She doesn’t rush. She takes me in deeper, inch by inch, her mouth working me with a mix of softness and intensity that’s almost too much to handle. I harden even more, completely at her mercy, and I fucking love it.

I watch Willow, completely transfixed. The sight of her so focused, so damn skilled, makes my blood sing. She’s never done this before, not with anyone else, and that knowledge alone drives me crazy. I can feel the tension building, the orgasm starting to stir deep in the base of my cock.

Part of me wants to let go, to lose myself in the pleasure and watch her swallow every drop.

But I’m not ready to give in just yet.

Gritting my teeth, I gently guide her off me, even though every nerve in my body is screaming to let her finish. She looks up at me, a question in her eyes. ‘Was it good?’ she asks, her voice a mix of uncertainty and mischief.

I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. ‘Very good,’ I tell her, my voice rough with the effort it took to hold back. ‘But now it’s my turn.’