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

I’m on top of him, loving every second of it.

The view? God, it’s perfect—his chest rising and falling under me, muscles flexing as he grips my hips, eyes dark with lust, watching every move I make. The fire’s roaring behind us, casting a warm glow across his skin, and it feels like it’s fueling the heat between my thighs.

The way he fills me, how perfectly he fits, it’s almost too much… but in the best way possible.

I start bucking my hips harder, riding him like I own him, and the groan rumbling out of his chest makes me smile. He leans up, his mouth replaceing my nipples, sucking, teasing, sending jolts of pleasure straight through me.

His hands slide from my hips to my ass, squeezing hard, guiding me to move exactly how he wants it.

“You like this?” I pant, breathless but still cocky.

He looks up at me, gray eyes burning with desire. “Love it. Keep going, baby.”

I grin, rolling my hips in slow circles just to tease him, knowing exactly what it does. “You’re so easy.”

He laughs, a low, rough sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “For you? Always.”

His hands tighten on my ass, pulling me down hard, and I let out a gasp, loving how deep he is. I lean down, my lips brushing his ear. “You going to come for me, or do I need to work you a little harder?”

That smirk of his? Dangerous as ever. “Give it your best shot.”

He sits up suddenly, pulling me in tight by the waist, and I let out a loud gasp as I grind down harder onto him. I’m riding him like crazy, feeling his thick cock stretch me in all the right ways, every thrust sending shockwaves through me.

My whole body’s on fire, and I’m not even trying to hold back—I’m screaming his name, and his deep groans tell me he’s just as close.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he growls, voice strained..”

“Same,” I pant, barely able to get the words out..”

I slam down one more time. My body shudders as I come hard, my walls tightening around him, and he follows, erupting inside me. I can feel the heat of his release flooding into me, and it’s so intense, so raw, I swear I see stars for a second. We’re clinging to each other, lost in the moment, bodies trembling together as we ride out the high.

When we finally crash to the ground, we’re both panting, still wrapped up in each other. He pulls me close, his lips replaceing mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, his hands stroking my hair. “I’ll watch over you forever, Willow. You and the girls and the baby.”

I laugh softly, looking up at him, still catching my breath. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch tender despite the wild ride we just had.

“Best Christmas ever?” he asks, a grin spreading across his face, that cocky smirk I can’t get enough of.

I bite my lip, pretending to think about it, but I can’t hold back my smile. “So far? Hell yes.”

I wake up next to Nico, the warmth of his body still pressed against mine. We’d slipped upstairs to continue our lovemaking in bed before falling into a deep slumber.

Before I can even fully shake off sleep, the door bursts open, and the girls come rushing in, bouncing on the bed. I sit up, groaning.

“Merry Christmas!” they squeal, practically vibrating with excitement.

Ms. M follows behind them, her hands up in surrender. “I tried to hold them off as long as I could, but… it is Christmas.”

I laugh, giving the girls hugs and kisses, Nico doing the same. “Okay, okay, we’re up!”

We shuffle downstairs, and the girls immediately dive into their presents, paper flying everywhere. It’s chaos, the kind you love on a morning like this.

Nico walks over to Ms. M, who’s watching with a smile from the kitchen. He hands her a small box, and she looks surprised. “For you,” he says with a grin. “From Willow and me.”

She opens it to replace a beautiful silver bracelet with tiny charms—each one representing a memory or a place she’s mentioned from home in Italy. Her eyes well up a little, and she gives Nico a tight hug. “Grazie mille, you both, it’s beautiful.”

I nudge Nico, handing him my gift. He unwraps it to reveal a gorgeous pair of house slippers. “A little hint to take it easy every now and then,” I joke.

He laughs, pulling me in for a kiss. “I love it. But your present’s downstairs.”

He grins, and my curiosity spikes.

The girls are practically bouncing in place, barely able to contain their excitement. “You’re gonna love it! We helped!” they chirp in unison.

I laugh, already intrigued. “Okay, okay, let’s see this masterpiece.”

We all rush downstairs, heading straight for Nico’s home gym, and the second I step inside, my jaw drops. Part of his gym has been completely transformed—not just into a yoga corner, but a full-on video studio for my YouTube lessons.

“Oh my God, Nico!” I gasp, eyes wide.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself. “I know you’ve been wanting to take your yoga classes to the next level, so I thought why not? It’s got everything you need—studio lighting, a camera setup that’s already hooked up to the stream, soundproofing so no interruptions, and a bunch of backdrops depending on your mood for the day.”

I walk further in, my heart pounding with excitement as I take it all in. Then the girls tug on my sleeve, pointing to the wall. “Look!” they say, giggling. I spot their tiny handprints in colorful paint on the corner of the studio wall, and next to them, a set of new yoga mats they picked out. One’s got stars, the other, unicorns.

Tears prick my eyes as I turn to Nico. “You did all this for me?”

He nods, his smile softening. “It’s a stepping stone to your own business, for whenever you’re ready.”

I throw my arms around him, then scoop the girls into the hug too. “I love you all so much. This is… perfect.”

“I love you too,” Nico murmurs, kissing the top of my head.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

One year later…

I’m in the middle of a lesson, and even a year later I still can’t believe how perfect this setup is. The massive TV on the wall shows a grid full of tiny windows—at least a hundred people tuning in from all over the world, no more squinting at my tiny MacBook mid-stretch. Now I’m actually teaching, not juggling tech.

“Alright, everyone, let’s move into our final pose—child’s pose,” I say, settling back on my heels and extending my arms forward, feeling the stretch down my spine. “Take a deep breath in, and exhale slowly… let your body relax.”

I scan the screen, watching people from every time zone melt into the pose. It’s surreal, seeing my little yoga community grow like this. I guide them through a few more breaths, my voice calm and steady, even though I’m buzzing with excitement inside.

Right on cue, I hear the baby monitor crackle to life, followed by a tiny, insistent wail. I can’t help but laugh.

“Well, looks like my little man knows when it’s time to wrap up,” I tell the class with a grin. “Thanks for joining me today, everyone. Same time next week!”

I wave goodbye and shut off the feed, smiling as I head upstairs to check on the baby. As I walk, I can’t help but think about how far things have come. My classes are taking off, I’m reaching more people than I ever imagined, and best of all? I’m having a blast doing it.

Life is good.

It’s the Christmas season again, and the whole house feels alive with a festive buzz. I head upstairs to the kitchen, where Lucia and Giulia are sitting at the table, happily munching on pancakes while Ms. M handles the morning routine until the new nanny arrives.

“Morning, girls,” I say, ruffling their hair as I pass by.

Lucia looks up with a grin. “How was yoga, Mommy?”

Mommy. I didn’t even ask them to start calling me that – they did it all on their own.

“It was great! We had people from all over the world today,” I say, grabbing a quick sip of coffee.

“Can we see the baby?” Giulia pipes up, her little voice full of excitement.

I smile at her. “I’m going to feed him first, then you can cuddle him, okay?”

Giulia nods, satisfied. “Can we start decorating for Christmas after?”

“Oh, for sure. Let’s deck this place out,” I reply with a wink.

I head upstairs, coffee in hand, feeling that familiar warmth of holiday cheer as I peek into the nursery. And there he is—Nico, already up with our baby boy, Luca. He’s cradling him in his strong arms, softly bouncing and humming, while Luca’s little fingers clutch at his shirt.

I stop in the doorway, my heart swelling. It never gets old seeing Nico—this big, strong man—being so tender with our son. The contrast is always a little mind-blowing. For someone who’s all muscle and testosterone, he’s an absolute softie when it comes to Luca.

I stand in the doorway for a moment, just watching them, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

As I watch Nico with Luca, my mind drifts to the life he’s tied to—the mob life he works so hard to keep me and the kids out of. The last time we really talked about it was a little less than a year ago, right after the treaty between the families was signed.

He’d said there should be peace for a while, and he’d seemed so sure. But I know better. There’s always a darker side, always something lurking beneath the surface. That world never really goes away, but I have to admit—he’s made good on his promise to keep us safe.

I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing his cheek. He smiles, that soft look he always gets when he’s with Luca.

‘Morning, Mama,” he says, his voice low and warm.

I look down at our baby boy with my nose and Nico’s intense gray eyes. He’s already such a heartbreaker.

“He’s too handsome for his own good.”

Nico chuckles, his thumb brushing over Luca’s cheek. “Takes after his old man.”

I roll my eyes, smirking. “And a bit of his mom, thank you very much.”

Nico grins, his eyes softening as he looks at me. “Yeah, definitely got the best of both of us.”

I smile, feeling the familiar warmth bloom in my chest as I take our son from him and cuddle him close.

Nico walks over to the window and pushes it open. The crisp air sweeps in, and I’m hit with the sight of a perfect, snowy day outside—everything is blanketed in fresh, untouched white. It’s like something out of a postcard, so perfectly Christmas-y I almost laugh. But then, I catch the strange look on Nico’s face.

“What is it?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

He sighs, turning to me with a serious expression that always makes my stomach flip. “There’s something I need to ask you.”

My heart skips a beat, and a wave of worry washes over me. “Nico, what’s going on?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, nothing bad, I promise. I wanted to wait until Christmas, but… I just can’t wait anymore.”

Before I can say anything, he reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a small box. My breath catches, and I gasp, eyes widening when I realize what’s happening. No way.

Nico looks at me with those stormy gray eyes, his voice soft but steady. “Willow, you’ve brought more joy to my life than I ever thought possible. You’ve made this house a home, not just for me, but for the girls too. You’ve completed our little family.”

He opens the box, and there it is—a ring. My heart just about bursts.

“Willow,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “Will you marry me?”

Tears fill my eyes as I look at him, then down at Luca, then back at him. “Yes,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out. “Yes, of course.”

He pulls me in, kissing me deeply, and it feels like our own little happily ever after.