Free Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny by Ann Mayburn Page A

swaying.
    “Dove, eyes on me.” She looked back at him and inwardly
groaned at the command in his gaze. He glanced at the tray and back at her
face. “Raspberries?”
    “Sunny said they were on the house.” Even using her fake
voice, she sounded breathless. Just being near him created an electric charge
in the air, drawing her to yearn for his touch.
    Jesse grinned and raised his hand in the direction of the
bar. “Excellent. Put the tray down; then come sit on my lap.”
    His drink almost sloshed over the side as she put the tray
on the small circular table before him. He reached out and steadied her, one
hand rubbing her hip and the other holding the tray. “Easy, little one. I’m not
going to hurt you.”
    The sadness in his tone made her nerves almost entirely
disappear. “Oh no, Sir. I’m not afraid of you. I’m intimidated and overwhelmed
and confused, and I want you so desperately.” The last bit slipped out, and she
slapped her hand over her offending mouth.
    Jesse laughed and tugged at her until she was once again
draped across his lap, cuddling close. By the saints he smelled good. Musky,
like freshly turned earth and autumn leaves. A very masculine scent that must
have been loaded with pheromones, because her mind totally checked out, leaving
her body to be controlled by her surging hormones. She traced her fingers along
the open collar of his shirt, lightly brushing the hair covering the hard
muscle beneath.
    “Fuck, woman, the things you do to me.” He captured her
hand. “Behave or I won’t give you any raspberries.”
    She pouted, and he ran his finger over her lower lip. “My
offer still stands, little one. I want to play with you tonight. Do you want to
play with me?”
    Suddenly and absurdly shy, she hid her face against his
chest and nodded.
    “No, say it. Look at me and tell me you want to be mine for
the evening.”
    Her heart hammered against her ribs. Raising her gaze to his
face, she looked at him, really looked at him, and said the truth. “I’ve been
thinking about you all day, thinking about what happened last night. I’m not
used to how intense things are. But I want more.”
    His lips softened, and he smiled. “Intense isn’t always
bad.”
    “No. No, it’s not.”
    He leaned over and plucked a raspberry from the tray. “Hold
it between your lips.”
    She eagerly opened for him, groaning when he traced the
fruit over her mouth. Once it was safely in place, he leaned over, and she
realized he was going to eat it from her. The moment his lips touched hers, she
had her hands buried in his hair, kissing him like she’d been starving for his
touch.
    And she had been. Once would never be enough.
    The sweet and tart fruit burst into her mouth, and he slowly
licked against her tongue, his low growl making her pussy throb. She was so
wet, so ready for him. The memory of his mouth on her nipples had her squirming
as he cupped her breast and squeezed before letting it go.
    His hand roamed down her side; then he grabbed her hip and
pulled her closer to him, his erection straining against her bottom. The need
to come became desperate, a sharp pain and ache to be filled with him. Everything
about Jesse turned her on. She’d never imagined she could even feel like this
about anyone. Being held by him had to be one of the greatest pleasures in the
world. The combination of safety and submission made her reckless with desire.
She could be as wild as she wanted, and he wouldn’t be offended.
    He sucked at her lower lip, then bit, drawing a cry from
her.
    A man cleared his throat from right next to them. “Jesse,
you can’t have her out here.”
    Jesse looked up, and she caught a glimpse of Master Hawk out
of the corner of her eye. Jesse returned to kissing her, now working his way
across her jaw to the sensitive skin of her neck. The feeling of his lips
against her there had her moaning and clutching at him, urging him on. Nothing
mattered but his touch.
    “Let me say this another