25 parts Ongoing Mature"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you."
I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise.
"Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?"
My heart hammered. "Show me."
The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent.
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A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine.
What happens when she makes this man fold?