The Nanny

by Lana Ferguson

“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.”

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“You wouldn’t believe how much I thought about this,” I huff. “I wanted to touch you so bad, Cassie. Then . . . now . . . fucking always.”