A Christmas Nanny for the Cowboy Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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She reaches for me, running her slick fingers along my sensitive shaft. “Most people don’t know this, but a thorough application is very important when it comes to moisturizing.”

“Be as thorough as necessary.” My hips buck, almost as if they have a mind of their own. I thrust into her hand, loving the way she can’t quite get her fingers fully wrapped around my beast. But damn does she try, teasing and working me until I’m seeing stars and spilling into her hand.

She gives me a triumphant grin. “Next time, it’ll be in my mouth.”

“Fuck, Chloe. Don’t say that.” As it is, I’m going to have a permanent hard-on from this woman. If she keeps talking, I’ll never be able to wear pants comfortably again.

I reach to return the favor, but her stomach growls. “Breakfast first.”

She chuckles and glances from the bathroom to the bedroom. When she’s content that Abby isn’t making any noises to indicate she’s awake, Chloe says, “I think I’ll grab a quick shower.”

“I’ll put on the food,” I promise her. She likes toast and orange juice and a hearty helping of oatmeal.

She kisses me, a quick peck on the lips, and I force myself from the room. Otherwise, I’ll stay and join her in the shower and then we’ll never make it to the kitchen for breakfast.

I’m whistling under my breath as I move around the kitchen. My life these days is perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Then a knock on the door sounds. I frown, wondering if we left one of Abby’s things at my parents’ place. But when I open the door, it’s not either of my parents standing there.

It’s a girl. She’s young but her face seems familiar. Have I seen her around the ranch before? We’re growing so much that I’m no longer on a first-name basis with every employee.

She tucks a strand of red hair behind her ear and manages to get out a single word before she trails off, “I’m...”

I feel Chloe’s presence before I even hear her footsteps. Then her hand is pressing into my back as she peers around me. “Do we have a guest for breakfast?”

I frown at the girl. Something about her seems to nag at my memory. “Do we know each other?”

She shifts the strap of her green backpack on her shoulder and avoids my gaze. “I’m the one who left the baby on your porch.”

9

CHLOE

I gather my hair into a loose ponytail, humming a love song under my breath as I peer at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I don’t even look like the same woman who showed up to work here a little over a week ago.

I definitely don’t feel like the same woman. Because I’m in love with my boss. With Micah Kringle who is an amazing single dad and a sexy cowboy and an incredible lover. He’s everything a girl could possibly want in a man and he’s all mine. Together with his daughter, the three of us are going to live happily ever after.

I practically skip into the kitchen, floating on air. But I hear a voice at the front door, so I follow the sound to see Micah standing in front of it. His shoulders are bunched, his entire body filled with tension.

I move behind him, slipping my hand underneath his t-shirt to touch his bare skin. He calms at my touch, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Do we have a guest for breakfast?”

There’s a young woman standing here. She can’t be more than a few years younger than me with red hair. Her sneakers are beat up, and her blue jeans have holes in them. Not the fashionable kind though. The kind that come from being worn out. But it’s the tired, nervous look in her eyes that has my heart going out to her.

“Do we know each other?” Micah asks.

She fiddles with the strap of her green backpack that’s clearly seen better days. Before I can invite her in for breakfast, she says, “I’m the one who left the baby on your porch.”

I hear his sharp intake of breath and feel the way Micah freezes beneath my touch. My heart aches, and I send up a silent prayer she hasn’t come here to take Abby away from him.

Since neither of them are moving, I say, “Why don’t you come in? We can talk about this.”

She shakes her head, not looking at either of us. “Is she...happy here?”

Micah says nothing, too frozen to speak or move. I’m not even sure he’s breathing right now, and I move my hand in a reassuring circle against his back. I want him to know he’s not alone. I’m here with him.

“She’s really happy,” I offer.

She finally raises her gaze from the porch boards. She looks at me, the tiniest bit of hope flaring in her gaze. “She is?”



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