The Agency supplies the rich and powerful with beautiful, sexy nannies. This collection of Agency stories follows three young coeds who find themselves at the mercy of their naughty employers…
BEACH BLONDE: Cassie thinks she’s spending her summer vacation working as a nanny in Tahiti for the wealthy Doyle family. Once she arrives, innocent Cassie discovers much more than just beaches and tropical sunsets. She gets closer to Seamus and Mary Doyle than she ever imagined, and uncovers their illicit secret—theirs and the Agency’s.
DOUBLE TROUBLE: Ashlyn's nannied for the Stewarts before—she knows precisely what's expected of her, and the sordid pleasures that wait for her every winter break. But this time, someone new is waiting for her at the Stewarts' cabin in Aspen: sweet, innocent Shanna. Will Ashlyn overcome her jealousy as Shanna is initiated into the Stewarts' wicked secret?
SUMMER NANNY: Chloe can't wait to start her summer job as a nanny on the Edgars' annual yacht trip. But once they set sail, she discovers that Mira and James Edgar have plans for their seductive new nanny—plans that require Chloe to prove her worth in a whole new way.
“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to rip this tiny, ridiculous, useless piece of cloth off you? Do you even know how much you’ve been teasing me?”
His words filled me with fire. I nipped at his jaw. I wasn’t sure if I was teasing or begging.
“No,” he said. “I’m going to punish you for all that bad behavior.” He slipped a thumb over my red lips and into my mouth, and by reflex I suckled on it. “Naughty little girl,” he murmured. “This comes natural to you, doesn’t it?”
I moaned, and sucked harder, staring into his dark, hooded eyes. He watched me with an unquestionably masculine satisfaction. “Yes,” he said. “Naughty, misbehaving little girl.”
No one had ever whispered words like that into my ear. The things Mr. Doyle was saying...it made me feel dirty, to be honest. A good kind of dirty. Incredibly aroused. I felt like the previous night’s resolution to be a proper, professional, all-around good girl were a million miles away. There was only now, this heat between us; the hot, hungry look in his eyes dissolving the last remnants of my scruples.
Mr. Doyle lifted me into his arms in the buoyant water, drawing me up against the side of the pool. He pressed his lips to my throat, dropping firm kisses down my throat and down my shoulder.
He withdrew slightly. “Now,” he said, “I’m going to give you what to deserve. Nice and slow—“ I started to protest, but his stare alone silenced me. “—Nice and slow, to give you a taste of what you’ve been doing to me.” He smirked, swiping a thumb across my lower lip. “You brought this on yourself.”
I could feel my body tingling in response. I found myself utterly speechless. What was there to say? I knew exactly what was going to happen: I was going to let him do anything he wanted to my soft, willing body.