“Can I ask why you decided to get a nanny for Michele? She has tutors for her educational needs and more than enough people to handle everything else.”
“It was her psychiatrist who recommended it. This house is too full of men and she thought a woman’s presence might help.”
“I see.” I studied Gabriel as Orlov served us lemon dessert. He seemed genuinely clueless about his niece’s silence, but more important he seemed devoted to making her better. For me, that meant a great deal.
“Do you have any special plans for her?” Gabriel asked.
I spooned the dessert into my mouth. It melted lusciously on my t***ue. “Perhaps, but I haven’t yet worked out exactly how to tackle the invisible wall she has put up.”
Orlov refilled our goblets, and left.
Unconsciously, I s**ked the spoon as I thought about Michele, but when I looked up, I saw how he watched me and I knew instantly that he was turned on. His face showed his desire and I felt a flare of triumph. I felt the same urge. A part of me wished he would pull me from my chair and bend me over the table.
Part of me.
My cheeks heated up and I knew I was in dangerous territory. I wanted to flirt with the man I had chastised for k**sing me. My dessert was unfinished, but I pushed back my chair and stood. “Thank you for a lovely evening.”
He stood. “I look forward to many such dinners with you.”
“Well, yes,” I answered hastily. Then, before I could embarrass myself, I turned away and willed myself not to run, but walk out of the room. I’d done enough for one night.
On my way to my bedroom, I stopped to look in on Michele. She was fast asleep. Her vulnerable sleeping face tugged at my heart. From the first moment, I laid eyes on her, something about her had touched me. I made a silent promise that I would do my best to change her life. One way or another, I would get to the root of her problem.
As I readied for bed, I wondered what his bedroom looked like. I sl*pped bet**en my sheets and closed my eyes. What was behind those double doors?
Gabriel
Isat back down and I watched her walk away. Her curving h*ps, that delicious jutted ass. An immediate jolt of arousal shot straight to my groin.
What was it about this woman that so effortlessly turned my blood to fire? I’d had so many women in my lifetime. They’d all met me on their knees. Eager to please, their mouths open, ready to swallow anything I cared to spurt.
Not this woman. Damn her.
The last thing I needed was to have her walking around my house flashing her wares while I lusted like some stray dog for her flesh.
Hell, I wanted to spread her across my desk that first morning. Even today, I had to pretend to enjoy my dinner when all I wanted to do was bury my face bet**en her legs. Sure, she would struggle, but I would enjoy that as well. Because I’d know, it was only a pretense. She couldn’t hide the flame in her eyes, the tremble of her hands… She had it as bad as I did, perhaps even worse.
She was very near to cracking. It would be interesting to see how long she could hold it in before she came to me. I would keep my cool and wait.
But sooner or later, I would be f**king her.
With a smile, I left the dining room. The heat she had stirred inside of me gnawed at my insides. My c**k hung heavy and hard. I headed out to the pool to cool off, but twenty laps later, I was still thinking of spreading her legs and my dick was still as hard as a rock.
A groan of annoyance at my inability to control myself escaped me. Damn her.
I swam to the deep end of the pool. I always swam naked. With my back against the wall of the pool, I shut my eyes and fisted my c**k. Her image rose into my mind. That plump mouth stretched around my thick head, those beautiful emerald eyes staring up at me as I f**ked her mouth.
I gripped the pool’s edge. I was already so close to exploding. I conjured up the scent of her cunt and just like that, I exploded. Growling like a beast I came, hot cum spurting from my c**k, and into the blue of the water. Even in the midst of my climax, I heard it. A noise. Soft, but years of training kicked in. My eyes snapped open.
Davina was standing at the edge of the pool staring at me, her mouth slightly open, her eyes enormous with surprise.
My ch*st was heaving and my pulse was still racing. I let go of my c**k, leaned back, and let my arms relax along the edge.
She seemed to come to her senses suddenly. Her cheeks flushed with color and she instantly spun away from me. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
I felt no embarrassment whatsoever. More than anything, I was amused by the turn of events.
She, however I was sure was close to digging up the tiles and burying herself in the ground. She took an urgent step forward.
“Stop!” I ordered.
Instantly, she froze in place.
“Turn around.”
She whirled around slowly. And lifting her chin, met my gaze boldly.
Fierce excitement shot through me. “Why are you leaving?” I asked, my eyes running down the loosely tied robe she had on. It reached the middle of her calves, exposing them. The water’s reflection played patterns on her creamy skin.
Biting her bottom l*ps, she tightened her robe around herself. “I apologize—” she began.
I shrugged. “For what?”
She shut her eyes for a brief second.
I couldn’t hold myself back. “For purposely walking in on me, or for not having the guts to go ahead with your swim?”
“I didn’t purposely walk in on…” She stopped and looked away in exasperation.
“Get in,” I said.
“What?”
“You wanted a swim. Go ahead.”
She l**ked her l*ps, and looked uncertain.
“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. Unless you are afraid to get in the water with me…”
The seconds slowed and ticked loudly as I waited to see what she would do. When her hands moved to the knot to her robe and began to untie it, her eyes filled with defiance, I lowered my head in amusement. She was going to make me like her before I realized it.
I wiped the smile off my face and kept my eyes on her as she made her way into the pool. Her swimsuit was a matronly one piece, but it fired my blood in a shocking way. Instead of looking dowdy, it accentuated the swell of her br***ts and made me f**king want to tear it off her. She didn’t look my way which was a good thing given that my dick was now riding high up against my stomach, the shaft clearly visible through the water.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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