The Nanny

by Lana Ferguson

“I’m too old for princesses,” she says stoically. “Well, when we’re done we can visit the retirement home.”

“Have I told you yet about my friend’s basement theory?” He grimaces. “Do I want to know?” “That depends. Where do you stand on kidnapping jokes?” “I think this is a good time to make it clear that I don’t actually have a basement.” “My friend would say that’s what you want me to think,” I answer grimly.

“Did I miss anything interesting this week?” “Well, I’ve been introducing Sophie to my underground gambling ring, but she hasn’t impressed me yet.”

“First of all, you assume any fault to be had is with the man. You have good tits and a better brain, and that means you are automatically hands above the rest.”

“Shh,” he soothes, his hand reaching to cup my jaw as his thumb presses against my lips. “Be good, Cassie. You have to be good so I can fuck you.”

I’m having to hold her down to keep her from writhing away from me. “Be still,” I murmur against her. “You’re going to come on my tongue, Cassie.”