Page 40 of A Nanny for the Reclusive Billionaire

He ripped one open with his teeth and slid it on, tossing the other onto the nightstand. It was a first for her, openly staring as her lover suited up, and she was fascinated by his movements. The ease with which he held himself. The confident way he pinched the top of the condom, slipped it on, and rolled it down, smoothing it over each inch of his hard length.

“Enjoying the view?”

Her cheeks warmed and she and looked away. The intricate pattern on the geometric rug was fascinating…

“Hey.” His voice, low but urgent, drew her eyes back to him. She tried to keep her gaze above the waistline this time. “A man likes to be admired. And to admire.”

He gestured to the pillow.

She released her death grip, letting it fall in slow motion to the floor.

“That’s more like it.”

He stood, gloriously exposed in the middle of the room wearing only a condom, and studied her. His eyes danced with a sexy sort of mischief as they raked her up and down, sending prickles of anticipation racing across her skin. After a long minute, he joined her on the bed, covering her body with his and making every inch of her aware of every inch of him. “Are you ready?”

She loved that he asked. That he didn’t plunge right in without making sure she was mentally prepared for what they were about to do. Like he realized what a huge leap they were taking and wanted to make sure they were both all in, holding hands as they stepped off the cliff.

But they couldn’t stop now. They’d already left solid ground and were in free fall.

She licked her lips and nodded.

He sank inside her and started to move, slowly at first, then faster. Her lips parted and she moaned as he filled her again and again. A shiver ran down her spine as she took it all in. This man. This night. Their intense connection.

She closed her eyes and buried her head in his shoulder, inhaling his spicy, sweaty scent.

He stopped thrusting, creating a whole new set of sensations. “Too much?”

“No.” She breathed in again, loving the feel of him stiff and stationary inside her. If anything, it wasn’t enough. She was afraid it would never be enough.

He lowered himself to his elbows and pushed into her, teasing, shallow thrusts that had her whole body humming like a live electrical wire.

She hitched one leg around his waist and moved against him, meeting his rhythm.

He picked up the pace, and her other leg joined the first, crossing at the ankles.

“Rhys.” His name slipped out as she drew him deeper, digger her fingernails into his back.

He pressed his lips to her jaw. Almost without thinking, she let her head fall back, giving him free rein over her neck, shoulders, and breasts, his wandering mouth finally finding her nipple. That was all it took to push her over the edge into oblivion, shattering beneath him. Rhys wasn’t far behind, groaning her name as he climaxed.

He rested his forehead on hers, and they waited for the tremors to subside. After a few minutes of blissful, postorgasmic togetherness, he rolled off her and headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. She started to sit up, not sure what she was supposed to do. Go? Stay? Join him in the bathroom and suggest they share a shower?

He returned before she could figure it out.

“Going somewhere?”

She shook her head, her sex-mussed hair swirling around her face and almost obscuring her view. “Not unless you want me to.”

“I don’t.” He slipped onto the bed behind her, spooning his chest to her back. He threw a leg over her hips, and she could feel his hardening length nudging the cleft between her butt cheeks.

“Are you…?”

“Yep,” he said proudly, nipping her neck.

“Already?”

“What can I say?” One hand came around her waist and curled upward to cup her breast. “You’re good for my powers of restoration.”

“So…” She hissed when his thumb brushed her nipple. Even that slight contact was enough to make it pebble. Apparently, her restorative powers were strong, too. “Does that mean you’re good to go again?”

“I’ve created a monster.” His laughter ruffled the hair behind her ear. “What am I going to do with you?”

She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, letting herself revel in his touch. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”