Nanny for the Don: An Age Gap, Billionaire Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
Nanny for the Don: Chapter 6

“Now you,” he says.

I blink, confused. “Now me what?” I ask, taking a sip of the wine, immediately second-guessing whether it’s a bad idea to even have a single glass with my boss.

The way he’s looking at me, the effect he has on me—my body’s reacting way too intensely, and I can already feel a hot, wet ache pooling between my legs just from being this close to him.

“I want you to tell me one of your favorite books,” he says, his eyes flicking down to the mystery novel on the armrest.my book. “I enjoy a good light read every now and then.”

My cheeks flush, embarrassed by my choice. “I don’t normally read stuff like this,” I admit, trying to play it off. “I just wanted something mindless.”

He watches me closely, and I feel a little exposed, like he can see right through my excuses. Needing to distract myself, I get up and head to the bookshelf, scanning the spines.

As I run my fingers over the titles, I think about the steamy books I actually love—the ones I devour when I’m alone. . The ones with scandalous plots and steamy scenes that make my heart race. There’s no way in hell I’m telling him about those.

I keep searching, trying to replace something that won’t give too much away, all the while hyper-aware of him standing behind me, watching my every move, my skin tingling under his gaze.

I reach for Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, a classic that always hits the spot. Holding it up, I turn to him.

He arches an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why that one?” he asks.

I smile, feeling a bit more confident now. “I read this when I was a girl, and it changed my life. Elizabeth Bennet is everything—smart, witty, and not afraid to stand up for herself. She’s got this fire in her that I’ve always admired. Plus, the banter between her and Mr. Darcy? Iconic. It showed me that you can be strong and still have a soft spot for romance.”

I’m getting carried away, the passion in my voice growing as I continue. “It’s like, as a girl, you’re sometimes taught to be quiet, to be nice, but this book showed me that being strong and outspoken isn’t something to be ashamed of. It’s something to embrace.”

I’m completely lost in the memory of how much this story shaped me. “It made me see that you can be both strong and soft, that you don’t have to choose. You can be passionate and still care deeply about people. It was a game-changer for me.”

For a moment, I’m in my own world, reliving the impact this book had on me, completely forgetting where I am and who I’m with.

When I finally snap back to reality, I glance over at Nico. He’s staring at me, silent and intense. I raise an eyebrow. “What?”

He gives a small, almost amused smile. “I was just enjoying listening to you talk.”

My cheeks heat up, and I laugh nervously. “I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

He leans in slightly, his gaze still locked on mine. “Why are you nervous?”

I hesitate, feeling the tension rise between us. “Well, my boss is standing right here,” I say, trying to keep it light, though the thought in my head is much more explicit: While I’m barely wearing anything. But I keep that part to myself, biting my lip as the air between us thickens with unspoken words..

He’s still watching me, his eyes dark and hungry, like he’s ready to devour me right here and now. My heart skips a beat, and I feel a strange blend of nerves and arousal swirling in my stomach. I’m starting to think I should get out of here now, before I do something I might regret—something I know I shouldn’t want as much as I do.

He finishes his whiskey in one smooth motion, his gaze dropping to my half-empty glass. “Need a top up?” he asks, his voice low and smooth.

I nod, unable to trust my voice as I hand him the glass. He walks to the bar, and I stare at his ass in those perfectly tailored slacks, the way they hug every inch of his body. My mind is racing with thoughts I shouldn’t be having about my boss, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

He returns, leaning casually against the bookshelf, his presence commanding the room. He hands me the glass, and I take it, trying to steady my shaky hands.

“You know,” he says, “his voice rich and velvety, “I could listen to you talk about books all night.”

Before I can think, I blurt out, “Well, there are other things we could do all night.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel my face flush with embarrassment, realizing how that must have sounded.

His grin widens, that sexy-as-fuck, predatory look flashing in his eyes again. He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Oh? And what else could we do all night, Willow?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down my spine.

My body reacts before my mind can catch up, and I know I’m in deep trouble.

He leans in so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath, the warm, smoky scent mixing with the heat radiating off his body.

“I think you know what I mean,” I murmur softly, the words slipping out before I can stop them. It’s like my desire for him has completely taken over, pushing me to the point of no return.

His eyes darken, and I know he gets the message loud and clear. He moves even closer, closing the distance between us, and then his lips are on mine.

The kiss is intense., a heady mix of urgency and heat. His lips are firm, demanding, and he tastes like whiskey and something darker. It’s intoxicating.

His body presses against mine, solid and strong, and I can feel every inch of him. The warmth of his chest against me, the strength in his arms as they wrap around me—it’s overwhelming in the best possible way. I’m lost in the moment, completely consumed by the way he’s kissing me, how he’s pulling me deeper into this irresistible heat between us.

I moan into his mouth, the sound escaping before I can think to hold it back. I’m soaked through my panties, every nerve in my body on fire as his big, strong hands grip my hips, pulling me against him with a possessive intensity.

I know, without a doubt, that I want to lose my virginity to him right here, right now. I can’t help it; I’ve never wanted anyone this badly in my life.

We kiss long and deep, like we’re both starving for it, and I can’t get enough. Then his hands slide under my shirt, and when he takes hold of my breasts, electricity shoots through me.

His hands are big, rough, and when he kneads my flesh, it sets my whole body on fire. My nipples harden instantly, so sensitive that every little movement he makes sends waves of pleasure through me. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, feeling like I might actually come from this alone.

He pulls back just enough to grin down at me, that wicked look in his eyes driving me wild.

“I can tell you like it when I touch you like this,” he says, his voice low and teasing, dripping with confidence.

“I love it,” I breathe out, my voice shaky with need.

His hardness presses against me, and all I can think about is how much I want him, how much I need more. I push my hips against him, craving the feel of him. I slowly place my hand on his cock through his slacks. It’s a bold move, one I’ve never made before.

As I stroke him through the fabric, feeling his hardness beneath my fingers, Nico growls like an animal, the sound low and primal. It sends sparks through my blood, only making me want him more. His reaction fuels my desire, pushing me to keep going, to take things further than I ever have before.

In one swift motion, he pulls my shirt off, leaving my upper body bare before him. The cool air hits my skin, but the heat between us burns even hotter. His eyes darken with lust as he takes me in, and then he leans down, his mouth replaceing my nipples. He kisses them, his lips warm and wet, before he starts licking and sucking, each pull of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I keep stroking him, my hand moving with more confidence now as his mouth works magic on my breasts. The sensation is almost too much, and I replace myself arching into him, moaning as I feel the pressure building inside me, ready to explode at any moment.

He lifts his mouth from my tits, his eyes locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity that makes my knees weak.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “I can’t wait to make you scream my name. I’m going to take you right here, make you come so hard you won’t be able to think straight.”

His words are like fire spreading through my body. My breath catches, and before I can even process it, his hand is sliding down the front of my shorts, fingers slipping under the fabric to replace my drenched pussy. The moment he touches me, I gasp, a moan slipping out as I instinctively buck into his hand, desperate for more..

He smirks, his fingers teasing me, sliding through the wetness that’s already soaked my panties. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls. “So turned on.”

I bite my lower lip, closing my eyes as I focus on the way he’s touching me.. His fingers are skilled, confident, moving in slow, deliberate circles that drive me wild. He knows exactly where to press, where to rub, how to tease me until I’m on the edge of losing control.

I try to talk dirty back to him, but the words come out a little awkward. “I… I want you to… to make me come,” I stammer, my voice shaky with desire. He chuckles, and I instantly feel my face heat up with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I mumble, biting my lip. “I’m not exactly good at this.”

He smirks, his fingers still working their magic on me. “Every fucking word out of your mouth is turning me on,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

His touch is relentless, his fingers moving in a way that makes my toes curl. I love how he’s taking control, guiding me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. The pressure inside me builds, and I’m so close, right on the brink of an orgasm that’s going to shatter me.

He holds me there, teasing, pulling back just enough to drive me crazy. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body trembling as I try to hold on.

“What do you want, Willow?” he asks, his voice low and demanding.

“I want to come,” I pant, my voice barely a whisper.

He grins, clearly enjoying the way I’m practically begging for it. “Say please.”

“Please,” I moan, the word spilling out before I can think.. “ Please, Mr. Conti, I need to come.”

His fingers push inside me, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and I’m done. The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, so intense it feels like I’m floating out of my own body. My entire world narrows down to the pleasure pulsing through me—wave after wave of heat and ecstasy, making my vision blur and my breath catch..

My legs tremble uncontrollably, and it’s like every nerve in my body is on fire. I’m gripping onto him like he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. I’m lost in it, completely undone, and for a second, I don’t even know where I am.

As the orgasm starts to fade, my body finally begins to settle, but instead of feeling satisfied, I’m surprised by how much more I want him. The release intensified everything—I’m even more desperate for him now.

Standing there, still trembling, I know this is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, whether I knew it or not—the moment I lose my virginity, and to him.

“What do you want, Willow?” he asks again, his voice low and full of promise.

The words spill out of me, no hesitation. “I want you inside me.”

His grin is wicked, knowing. He pulls down my shorts in one smooth motion, stripping me bare. His lips follow, kissing every inch of me—my breasts, my stomach, down to my pussy. He’s not just touching me; he’s worshiping me, and it’s driving me wild.

Then he scoops me up effortlessly, like I weigh nothing, and carries me to the table—the very one I’d fantasized about. He lays me down, the cool wood sending a shiver up my spine.

When he pulls off his shirt, revealing those hard muscles, I can barely breathe.

God, he looks so fucking good.

My eyes drift down to his cock, and holy shit—it’s thick, long, and glistening at the tip. Just the sight of it makes me squirm with pleasure, heat pooling between my legs all over again. But a tiny part of me hesitates, wondering if it’s too big, too much for my first time.

For a split second, I consider telling him. Should I let him know that I’m a virgin? Maybe he needs to, maybe he’d take things slower. But what if he stops? What if this perfect moment slips away? I can’t let that happen—I don’t want him to stop.

Before I can overthink it, he leans over me, his body hovering above mine, and I feel the head of his cock graze my lips. My breath hitches, and the anticipation nearly drives me crazy.

“Protection,” he says.

Shit. Right.

“I could go grab something…” he offers.

“I’m on the pill,” I reply. It’s not a lie. I’ve been on birth control since I was fifteen for acne. A little ironic for a twenty-three-year-old virgin, but there it is.

He grins, pleased there will be no interruption to our fun. “You ready?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He positions himself at my entrance, and as he starts to push in gently, the sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. There’s a stretch, a pressure that’s both strange and incredibly intense, and my body instinctively tightens around him.

It’s a mix of discomfort and pleasure, the fullness overwhelming as he slowly fills me inch by inch. The initial pain fades into something deeper, more raw, as my body adjusts to him, and I feel myself opening up to him in a way I’ve never thought possible.

He starts to move inside me, slow and steady, and I’m completely transfixed by everything about him. The way his muscles tense and flex with every thrust, the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, and that intoxicating mix of his scent—musky, masculine, with just a hint of the whiskey he drank earlier.

His eyes are dark and intense, locked onto mine, and it feels like he’s completely focused on me, like I’m the only thing that matters right now.

I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, and the movement drives him deeper.

‘You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he bottoms out, filling me so completely I can’t believe I actually fit all of him inside me. The fullness is overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, the words slipping out before I can stop them. He grins, clearly enjoying my desperation.

His lips crash into mine in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue teasing mine as he moves. ‘You’re so damn tight,’ he murmurs against my lips, the heat in his voice sending shivers down my spine. I’m lost in the sensation of him—his warmth, his strength, the raw intensity that makes every nerve in my body light up.

“Take me harder,” I whisper, my voice shaky but full of need. He obliges, thrusting harder, and the tight sting from before starts to fade, replaced by a building pleasure that makes my toes curl.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groans.

I can’t help the moans that slip out, the way my body responds to his every thrust. It doesn’t take long before I’m there again, the orgasm crashing over me, more intense than I ever imagined. My body clenches around him as I cry out into his mouth, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving me.

He pulls out slowly, and I see his gaze drop to where we were just connected. There’s a tinge of blood, and his eyes go wide.

“Are you a virgin?” he asks, shock bracing his voice.

A bashful grin spreads on my face.

“I was.”