The Nannies, 3
Hawk needs a nanny for his nine-month-old daughter. He can’t sleep or do his job when it comes to his club—who need their Prez. He doesn’t trust anyone with his little girl, so he has no choice but to go to a reputable agency to find the right woman.
Jasmine knows all about heartache. With one divorce under her belt, it takes a lot to shock her, which is why she doesn’t walk away from a job interview at an MC clubhouse. The job is simple, take care of Hawk’s baby girl. Easy. Or it should be…
But Hawk’s not like other men. She’s attracted to him, and that’s very, very bad.
Hawk’s not used to holding back. But when it comes to Jasmine, he knows he can’t have her. The only problem is he’s not good at being told he can’t have what he wants.
So, fuck the rules. He’s going to have her. One taste is all it takes for him to know she’s the one. There’s no going back. She will belong to him. He just has to convince her of that.
Be Warned: anal sex, public exhibition
“Why do they think I’m your old lady? Renee told me that some of the other … women hate me because you’ve made this declaration of some kind. I don’t understand it.”
“It’s simple. You’re my old lady.”
“No, Hawk. I’m your nanny. That’s it.”
“It’s more than that.” He wasn’t going to sit and listen to her try to make out that there was nothing going on between them.
The first day they met, he felt something.
If it hadn’t been for Bethany or the fact he was interviewing for a nanny, he’d have taken her out on a date or at least done something. Instead, what he’d done was let her go. When she entered his clubhouse, he’d known his chance was over with. The company he’d been using had told him their views on relationships between clients.
Fucking the nanny wasn’t going to be an option.
He’d kept his distance.
It had only been a month, but that was more than enough time for him to know what he wanted and who he wanted.
He stood up.
Jasmine took a step back.
With each step he took, she moved back until she hit the wall.
Slamming his hands against the wall, he saw her jump.
“What are you doing?”
He saw her eyes dilate.
He glanced down her body, and the shirt she wore was like a second skin over her tits, her hard nipples pressing against the front.
“You feel this, Jasmine. I won’t listen to you say otherwise. I know you do. I can see that you do.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back.
“I love my job. I don’t want to lose it.”
“They won’t find out. Not right now.”
“They do checks, Hawk. I love my job.”
“Your job right now is to take care of Bethany and me.”
“I’m not your nanny.”
He saw her fighting this. “Okay, we’ll play this your way for a time, but I will warn you, I don’t play fair.”
Before she could say anything else, he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing her.
She released a moan. Her hands gripped his hips, and she was running them up his chest.
Cupping her hip, he caressed down to her thigh, lifting it high on his hip so that he could rock his cock against her core.
She gasped, and he plundered into her mouth, tasting her.
Breaking from her lips, he kissed down her neck, sucking on her tender flesh. She was so fucking tasty. His cock was rock-hard. He wanted inside her, fucking her hard. Instead, he held off, waiting, listening, and then he heard that groan, the one that told him she was hungry and desperate for more.
That was all he was waiting for.
Pulling away, he gave her a smile.
“Then maybe you should make a decision as to whether you want to be my old lady or not.”