Mr. Nanny (MF)

The Nannies

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,500
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He never signed up for love...

Annie Wells needs help. When she's suddenly given a baby to care for, she doesn’t have a clue what to do. She needs someone who knows how to help. Annie turns to Caleb Nanny, hoping he can teach her how to take care of the baby that is now her responsibility.

One look is all it takes for Caleb to know that Annie is a sweet, young woman. She looks so distraught, so he takes pity on her. He agrees to help and it has nothing to do with how sexy her ass looks—or maybe it does. He can't fight his attraction for her.

What started out as a pity job, soon turns into more, and when Caleb tells her that he loves her, he knows he’s gone too far. But what will happen when Annie attempts to give him the memory of a lifetime? Will he reject her, or will he finally fall for the woman that loves him with her whole heart, and never wants to let him go?

Mr. Nanny (MF)
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Mr. Nanny (MF)

The Nannies

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,500
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By the time they got back to her apartment, Tara was wide awake, so they didn’t have a lot of time after visiting his friends to talk.

This time, Tara also seemed to be rather active. Like full-on active, and determined not to give them any time. Caleb didn’t mind. It gave him the opportunity to think. Ryan had taken him to one side, to tell him that Katherine was indeed pregnant, and he had no doubt Katherine had warned Annie about what happened.

Four hours—that’s what it took for Tara to finally go to sleep. They were standing over the crib in Annie’s room. Caleb reached for Annie’s hand, and they stepped back. They took their time, not wanting to wake her up.

Once outside of the bedroom, she pulled the door closed, and Caleb pressed her up against the wall. Letting go of her hands, he stroked her cheek, staring into her eyes.

“Tell me if you want this to stop.”

He hoped she didn’t, because all he could think about was fucking her.

Annie ran her hands down his chest, grabbing his shirt, and then tugging it up over his head.

He stepped away long enough for her to discard the shirt, and then he reached for the tie of the dress and released it. The dress opened up and he shoved it past her shoulders. They moved along the wall, heading toward his bedroom.

Caleb didn’t give himself the time to admire the way she looked until they were in his bedroom. She wore a pair of lacy panties and a bra. She looked stunning. He still had on his jeans and Annie tried to cover her body. Reaching out, he took hold of her arms and placed them down her sides.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said. “You’re stunning.”

Annie reached out, putting her hands on the button of his jeans. She flicked it open, then slid down the zipper. When she sunk to her knees before him, he thought he was going to lose it. Annie on her knees, before him, was a fucking dream. He’d laid awake many nights, imagining her like this.

With just his boxer briefs on, he sunk to the floor and pressed her back. Her bra had a front closure and he flicked it open, watching her tits fall free. He pressed his face against the two mounds, flicking his tongue across each peak. They were perfection just as he knew they would be. Perfect, fucking perfection. Sliding his tongue across one peak, he slid down the valley and across to the next peak. He flicked his tongue back and forth, before taking each nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tight buds, moaning as he did so.

Annie gasped, arching up toward him. Sliding his hands down, he couldn’t get enough of her, wanting to fill his hands with her body. To learn what made her tick.

She was stunning.


He couldn’t get enough.

Caleb released her tits and worked down her body, moving toward her pussy. Gripping the panties, he hooked his thumbs beneath the band and eased it down, taking them off her hips and tossing them to one side. He spread her legs wide and stared down at her cunt. She had a small smattering of hair covering the lips of her sex. His mouth watered for a taste. He was hungry for her.


“I’m going to taste you.”

She leaned up on her elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”

He pressed his palm against her pussy. “I want to do that.” Leaning down, he slid his hands beneath her body, cupping her ass, gripping the flesh, and pressed his face against her core. She smelled fucking intoxicating.

Sliding his tongue between her slit, he stroked back and forth across her clit, and then down, toward her entrance. He wanted to bring her to orgasm, to ride his face as he made her come. She was already so wet. This was a fucking dream—one he didn’t want to wake up from. She was everything he wanted.

His name spilled from her lips in a gasp. He plunged his tongue inside her, feeling her tight cunt ripple against him. Caleb had a feeling she’d never experienced this before, and he wanted to bring her to orgasm with his tongue. Sliding back and forth, then up toward her clit, then back down again, he took his time, drawing each piece of pleasure from her body, allowing it to build.

The moment he brought her close to the edge, he was tempted to tease her, but instead he thrust her over the edge, loving the blissful sounds she made as she came, rubbing herself against his face. The moment she couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and began to kiss his way up her body. He took his time at her nipples, sucking on each.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, I don’t.”

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