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I couldn’t help myself. I married the babysitter.
When work gets crazy, I need to hire a nanny to help take care of my baby daughter. Erin is smart and gorgeous, and as soon as I see her perfect curves and innocent lips, I know I’m going to hire her.
Maybe it’s a little selfish. But she’s gorgeous, and I can’t resist tasting those lips every time I walk through the door.
I know it turns her on. She loves teasing me. It’s the perfect situation, and I can’t get enough of Erin’s toe-curling moans.
Except she has two big secrets. The first one drives me crazy: she’s a virgin, just waiting to be touched.
And the second secret ends with us getting married.
Now she’s my little virgin wife, and I can do whatever I want with her.
And there won’t be a single inch of her that I won’t completely expose.
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I can feel his lips on my skin, and I know I shouldn’t. I know I should turn around and get the hell out of here, but something stops me.
It’s his hand, slowly sliding down my stomach.
“When I hired you, I didn’t think you’d come with such nice… bonuses,” he whispers in my ear. I can practically hear the smile on his lips.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say as his fingers slip down the front of my panties. I can feel him behind me, his cock hard against my ass, his other hand tipping my chin back and to the side.
“Good, I like when you pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he whispers. “It’s more fun that way.”
I bite my lip as his fingers find my soaking clit and pleasure washes over me. I know I should stop, I know this is wrong. Especially considering the secret that’s still hanging over my head.
It’s so messed up, letting him touch me like this. I really like him, and I really want this, but he has no clue why I’m really working for him. He has no clue why I watch him so closely, think about him all the time, and obsess over every little detail.
And he’ll never know. I can’t let him know. He presses my legs over wider as his fingers slide inside of me and back out. I gasp again and he laughs softly.
“I love making you moan,” he says. “God, those fucking noises you make. It’s like you’ve barely been touched.”
And that’s the other thing. I’m here for all the wrong reasons, but on top of that, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Literally. I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex before and I’ve barely had boyfriends. Living in a country where you barely speak the language and have almost no friends makes it pretty hard to make serious connections. Plus, my father doesn’t allow me much freedom, or at least he didn’t for years.
Not until now. He thinks he’s using me to further his career, but he has no clue what he’s done.
Griffin spins me around and pins me back against the glass wall. His lips are against my neck, his huge body pressing against mine, as his fingers find my soaking pussy again.
“How long do you think she’ll sleep for?” he whispers in my ear. “Just long enough?”
“I think we have time,” I say with a slight smile. His baby daughter is napping in the other room, and he came home from work just for this.
“Good,” he says. “Because I’m impatient. I’m going to have what I want today.”
“What do you want?” I ask him, but I know the answer. Of course I know the answer. It’s what really scares me, to be completely honest.
“Every inch of your body.” His lips press against mine and he kisses me deeply.
I’m screwed. I’m so totally screwed. This man is rich, powerful, and he’s supposed to be my enemy. Instead, I can’t stop staring at his incredible body and his handsome smile. He’s charming and kind and a loving father of his little baby daughter.
I’m going to commit the greatest betrayal of my life.
But first, I’m going to let this man take me, again and again, because I know that I can’t stop myself.
The alarm goes off at five in the morning like it always does. I roll over, contemplate going back to sleep, but I never do. I don’t have time to sleep more even if I wanted to. It doesn’t matter that I got home late last night and barely got five hours of sleep.
I have responsibilities. And I’m not the kind of man to ignore them.
I get out of bed, quickly brush my teeth, and work out in my little home gym for an hour. By the time I’m finished, I can hear Lacey just starting to wake up.
Every morning at six, just like clockwork. I go into her room and she looks up at me. “Morning, little girl,” I say to her.
“Dad,” she says. “Breakfast.”
I grin at her. Lacey is one and a half, and that’s her way of saying good morning. I lift her out of her crib, change her, dress her, and walk with her out into the kitchen.
This is our routine. Every single morning since she was born, I’ve taken care of Lacey. I’ve had some help, a long string of nannies and babysitters, but they never last very long. I’m too picky, I guess. I just don’t trust any of them with my baby girl.
Even though I desperately need help. I stifle a yawn as I go about feeding Lacey breakfast, but I can’t really deny it anymore. I’m fucking exhausted.
I was exhausted when Lacey was younger, but that was to be expected. Now she sleeps through the night, but I’m not getting enough sleep and I’m barely seeing her. Back when she was younger, my job wasn’t so busy, but things are different now. I could get away with not hiring someone fulltime back then, but I know those days are over.