Page 41 of A Nanny for the Reclusive Billionaire

Chapter Ten

The house was strangely quiet when Rhys woke the next morning.

And that wasn’t the only thing that was strange.

When he tried to move, a soft, warm weight held him down. A weight that smelled of summer rain and freshly washed sheets and coconut shampoo.

He stared at the ceiling and waited for the guilt to come crashing down on him like a ten-ton truck. But instead he felt…right. At peace.

Should he feel guilty for not feeling guilty? Rhys turned his head to study the woman sleeping beside him, her fucked-all-night blond curls splayed out across her pillow and a satisfied smile gracing her beautiful face. Six orgasms would do that to a girl. Or was it seven? He’d lost track. After they’d used up their meager supply of condoms, he’d had to resort to more creative tactics to get her off.

He craned his neck to check the digital clock on the nightstand. It was six. Oliver wouldn’t be awake for another hour, at least. Maybe two after the ordeal he’d been through yesterday. Plenty of time for another go-round with the warm, willing woman next to him.

He ran a hand down Mallory’s spine, his fingertips grazing her skin. She moaned and stirred.

“Good morning.” He rolled over and pressed his chest to her back, kissing the nape of her neck.

She groaned louder and buried her face in her pillow.

“Not a morning person, huh?” He reached around to stroke her stomach. “I’ll bet I can change that.”

“I love mornings. Usually.” She arched into him, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. “But someone kept me up all night.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints.” His hand wandered lower, to her already-wet sex. He loved how responsive she was for him. There was nothing deceptive about this woman. She was too open, too transparent to hide what she was feeling.

“Point taken.” Her body tensed, and she put a hand over his stopping him. “What time is it? Oliver…”

“Won’t be up for at least another hour. Which gives us plenty of time for round four. Or is it five?”

“What if Collins comes back?”

“We’ll hear the boat.” Rhys bent his head and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “Any other objections?”

“I can’t think of any.” She removed her hand.

“Then be quiet and let me touch you.” He slipped a finger inside her. Her muscles clenched around him, and he smothered a groan in her neck.

“Be quiet?” Her legs opened wider, and he added a second finger as he continued to work her over, his pace fast enough to tease but not to take the edge off.

“Strike that. I love the noises you make. Be as loud as you want.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be as loud as I want, too.”

“That’s not what I meant. You’re taking care of me. What about you? Don’t you want to—”

She bit her lip and frowned, searching for the right word.

“Are you trying to ask how I’m going to reach the big O?”

“Well, we’re out of condoms.”

“Something I’ll have to fix soon.” How, he didn’t have a fucking clue. He didn’t go into town all that often. And it wasn’t like he was going to ask Collins to get them. Or have Mrs. Flannigan add them to her grocery list. “But that didn’t stop us last night, did it?”

Mallory burrowed into her pillow again, shielding her face, but not before he caught a glimpse of the rosy flush creeping up her neck.

“I have an idea.” He eased his fingers out of her, eliciting a frustrated groan from her pouty lips. “Turn around and straddle me.”