Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (7 page)

Her lower lip stuck out in a tempting manner as she pouted,
but right now her lips were nowhere near as tempting as her breasts. He could
bind them together and oil up his cock, fucking her breasts while she came from
the vibrator he’d strap to her hungry little cunt. No. No more thinking about
that kind of stuff.

He needed to cool off and get his head in the right space. This
wasn’t the first submissive he’d ever been with, but sure as shit he was acting
like some baby Dom who couldn’t wait to wet his wick. He needed to get his A
game on and give her a reason to seek him out again.

Placing one more kiss on her lips, he then lifted her off
his lap. “Are you working tomorrow?”

She crawled off the bed, her ass wiggling and jiggling in a
way that had him biting his cheek. “Yes, Sir. I work the early shift, so I’ll
be here at five and work until ten.”

Easing off the bed after her, he clasped his hands behind
his back to keep from helping her as she slid her top back into place. “If
you’re willing, I’d like to spend some more time with you tomorrow.”

She smiled at him—no, she beamed at him. Her face was filled
with such happiness that he couldn’t help but return it. “I would really,
really like that, Sir.”

She closed the distance between them and leaned up on her
tiptoes. Even then he had to lower his head so she could reach his lips. In a
marked contrast to her earlier kisses, this one was soft and sweet but struck
him in an entirely different way. He didn’t know if it was her innocence, her
youth, or something even more intangible, but he felt protective and possessive
of her. While he was more than flattered at the level of trust she’d shown in
him tonight and he’d like to think it was because he was awesome, from a
practical standpoint, she might be a trusting person by nature. There were
those in the BDSM community, just like every other part of the world, that
delighted in taking trust like Dove’s and twisting it for their own needs.

Normally he’d have done something to turn the kiss sexual,
to take the emotions from the act and maintain his distance from the
submissive. He didn’t want to keep his distance from Dove. Irrational,
illogical, but as true as the beat of his heart, he felt a tenderness toward
her he hadn’t felt with any woman in a long time. Something about them clicked
together, like two pieces of a puzzle made to fit. Her fingers continued to
explore his face, her delicate touch like a butterfly. He needed to get his
head on straight, to regain control of the situation.

Letting this slip of a girl overwhelm him with a touch was
inexcusable.

“Just promise me one thing. No matter what happens between
us, please don’t ever play with Bryan.”

She stepped back and wrinkled her nose. “That scary guy
downstairs? No thanks. He is too…I don’t know, maybe strict for me. He strikes
me as the kind of guy who likes those total power exchange relationships I read
about. You know, where the sub is always a sub, and he’s always the Master. No
way could I do that.”

Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and gave her another
kiss. “I’m glad, because I couldn’t do that either. I don’t have enough free
time.”

She reluctantly let go of him and gave him a searching look.
“Thank you for tonight. I— Well, let’s say you fulfilled a recurring fantasy of
mine in more ways than one.”

Something passed between them, an electric tingle he hadn’t
felt with anyone but his wife. He tried to tell himself he knew nothing about
this girl, that she was just another server looking for someone to explore
with, but damned if he didn’t suddenly feel like a goofy teenager. She started
to lean up to kiss him again, but he stepped back.

“Woman, you are too damn tempting. Now get that delicious
ass of yours out that door before I kidnap you and take you home with me.”

The smile fell off her face, and she quickly walked across
the room. Everything about her body language showed tension and apprehension.
Before she could bolt, he caught up, making sure not to touch her.

“Hey, now. I hope you know I was just kidding.”

She blew out a low breath but kept her gaze on her feet. “I
know. It’s been a long night for me.” She opened the door and stepped out into
the hall. “I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“You can be sure of it.”

Anya stared at the dry fountain in front of the converted
carriage house that was her home on Jesse’s property. A light wind blew against
her cheek, and she twisted her hair into a bun, the way she usually wore it
while taking care of the boys. Far off in the distance a dog barked somewhere
down by the Potomac River. The scene was tranquil, a perfect country afternoon
in the early spring. Unfortunately her mind was spinning in an endless cycle of
half-formed thoughts and guilt, the same words playing out over and over.

What the hell had she been thinking?

No, guilt didn’t even begin to describe how she felt.
Ashamed was more like it. She was ashamed of the way she’d gotten caught up in
the heady idea that Jesse wanted her. Even now it seemed surreal, like a movie
she had watched. She traced her fingers over her chin, feeling the slight
roughness from Jesse giving her a beard burn when they kissed.

Goodness, could he kiss. He kissed like a grown man who knew
what he was doing. She’d never been kissed by anyone with such skill and, well,
domination. He’d taken control of the kiss, thrilling her and making something
warm and decadent swim through her body until she was a boneless, aroused heap.
She didn’t have to worry about when to use her tongue, how hard to touch him,
or any of that stuff. She’d simply followed his lead, and boy, had he shown her
a trick or two.

But no, it was wrong.

She wouldn’t do anything with him tonight. She would spend
the evening doing her job, then sneak out. He probably had tons of submissives
waiting to serve him. The thought of him looking at another woman like he’d
looked at her stroked her entirely the wrong way. If this jealousy brewing in
her belly was how Sunny felt about Hawk, Anya could understand Sunny’s fight
with Goddess. Part of her mind whispered she should quit Wicked, but a louder
part screamed at her to look at the piece of paper in her hand.

Another wave of unreality swept over her as she saw the
amount she’d earned in one night. One thousand, eight hundred and seventy-four
dollars and twenty-eight cents. In one night. That was like insane money. Maybe
to the people at Wicked this was chump change—the equivalent of a five-dollar
tip—but to her this was a life-changing amount of cash. The dream of spending
the summer in Paris was now a tangible thing, something she could see herself
affording. Hell, if she made this much a night, she could leave for Paris in a
month. She hadn’t taken any classes this semester, choosing instead to do a
lengthy internship with Laurel.

Oh no, Laurel.

Anya didn’t think she’d ever told Laurel any specifics about
her day job other than she was a nanny to two adorable kids. She really never
talked about Jesse to Laurel because Anya barely saw him. As soon as he came
home from work, she left to give him private time with his kids. In the morning
he was gone before they’d even woken up, so she spent most mornings getting the
boys off to school by herself.

He had a babysitter—his mother, Mrs. Kline—come in on the
weekends so she could have a social life. As a result she had the carriage
house and its gardens pretty much to herself while Jesse and his family lived
in the manor. And it was indeed a manor, built in 1824 by some political guy whose
name she’d forgotten. Ten acres of land along with a stately home, carriage
house, stables, and small family chapel Jesse actually used.

This was a great job. She couldn’t fuck up this job. Then again
she couldn’t fuck up her job at Wicked either. So what to do, what to do? She’d
been asking herself that question for the past two hours.

The sun burned down on her face, warming her enough that she
unzipped her jacket. Well, that was one thing in her favor for hiding who she
really was from Jesse. While she worked with the boys, she wore comfortable,
loose-fitting clothes. They were two very active children, and she’d be running
all over the property with them, trying to expend their nearly boundless
energy. It was a pain sometimes, but she wanted Jesse to have the best time
with his kids that she could. If it meant wearing them out during the day so
when he got home, they were mellow enough to stand still for a hug, then it was
worth it.

Tipping her head back, she let the sun burn down through her
closed eyelids.

The fact Jesse didn’t recognize her at all last night was
confirmation enough that he didn’t even see her, and when he did, she was just
the nanny. Last night, for the first time, he’d really looked at her like a
person. Like a desirable woman.

His
desirable
woman.

Groaning, she shielded her eyes from the light and called
herself all kinds of despicable names. But no matter how much she chastised
herself, no matter how many times she tried to bring up the fact it was a
morally reprehensible thing to do, she wanted both. The only way to do that was
to lie, but she’d tell him the truth in four weeks. By then she’d be on her way
to Paris, and there wouldn’t be any weirdness between them. She’d leave him a
letter or something, so she didn’t have to face leaving him.

Yeah, she’d go to Paris, become a famous costume designer,
and come back with the accolades to make Jesse realize she was a grown woman.
So what if he was twelve years her senior? He was a great catch. The kind of
guy you wanted to marry. A widower who loved his children, was an honorable
man, and a fantastic kisser. The thought of his kiss made desire build and burn
low in her belly, and she was glad Jesse was out with the boys today.

Yep, he was the greatest man in the world, and she was a
woman leading a double life. Didn’t that woman’s TV channel always make cliché
movies about women leading secret lives? By day she was an honors student with
a promising future in costume design; at night she became Dove, a sexually
ravenous nymphomaniac.

An unexpected giggle tickled her throat. Letting the feeling
spread, she started to chuckle about the absurdity of her situation, then
outright laugh like a loon until her sides hurt. This kind of stuff never
happened to her. She was the boring girl who had her nose buried in some
fashion magazine. The one all the teachers loved, the girl who helped her
widowed dad raise four younger brothers. The one who got a scholarship in
fashion that took her all the way to Washington, DC from tiny Bedford, Indiana.
Home of the Bedford Caverns and small enough that everyone knew everyone in
some way. Yep, the girl her whole town had been proud of was now a lying hussy.

Her shirt brushed her chin, and she touched herself there
again, remembering his kiss. She’d never been so brazen around a man before and
would have never done the things they’d done in a well-lit room. Especially not
with a man who looked like the epitome of a hot cowboy. God, that man had a
rock-hard body. There were horses on the property, and he spent a great deal of
time taking care of the stables. Oh, he had groundskeepers to do it, but Jesse
seemed to like helping out.

He’d promised her he’d show her more tonight, and she was
praying that included sex. Though she hadn’t seen his erection, from what she’d
felt, he was a big boy. She loved men with more length than the average six
inches. Not that she was a size queen or anything, but it felt so good to be
full almost to the point of pain with a man. Her body agreed, and her pussy
began to grow sensitive.

Cursing her hormones, she stood and stretched, trying to
decide what to wear tonight. She had a room full of fabric remnants, so she
could probably put something together. After checking out what the servers had
worn last night, she’d learned that pretty much anything would go as long as it
was sexy. She knew her own body well enough to know what flattered her, so
she’d spend the afternoon in the carriage house making her outfit for tonight.
She only hoped Jesse wouldn’t leave around the same time she did.

Thankfully the carriage house and its garage were out of
sight of the front of the house, and she had a separate drive. Still, she’d
have to be careful. Slamming the door shut on her guilty conscience, she
crossed the brick path leading to her home and lost herself in the memory of
being in Jesse’s arms.

* * * *

Anya slipped on the white ballet flats dusted with
iridescent glitter and turned her foot in the light of the dressing room at
Wicked. Before she’d left last night, she went to Wicked’s in-club mask
boutique and purchased two masks, one white and one silver. She wore the white
one now. Each of the masks she’d picked flared across her temples, giving the
illusion of wings. She wore another baby-doll-style dress, but this one was a
semitransparent white. She’d put on a pink G-string underneath where she’d
replaced the straps with pearls. The bodice of this dress was completely bare,
allowing the pink of her nipples to show through the fabric. Despite her
determination not to see Jesse tonight, she’d thought of him the entire time
she made it, wondering if he would like it.

“Dove! Earth to Dove.”

Sunny leaned over her chair facing an old-fashioned dressing
table in the women’s locker room. Well, it was more like a spa than a locker
room. Anya had never seen lockers made to look like elegant wooden cabinets
before. Not to mention the assortment of some of the most beautiful women she’d
ever seen. She felt like the lone daisy in a bouquet of roses. Pretty but plain
when seen next to the more sophisticated beauty.

At the very least she knew her outfit was just as beautiful
as the other women’s. Everyone was dressed to impress in outfits that fit
great, except for Sunny. She bought her outfits from catalogs, and none of them
fit her tall and slender frame properly. True, not everyone paid attention to
sloppy stitches or crinkled lines, but Anya saw it, and it drove her nuts in an
OCD way.