The Billionaire's Nanny

Chapter 17

Chris

I pulled the blankets over the bed and rearranged the pillows for the hundredth time since I came up to my room, my eyes never leaving the door. We hurried back from the park almost two hours ago, after a drizzle. These two hours had been the longest, or maybe it was because I could not get my mind to think of anything that was not my hands on Lucas's body. 

Lucas put the kids to bed and read them their bedtime story while I went to my room. Knowing that he enjoyed spending time with the kids only warmed my heart more. But instead of taking a break as I expected to, I found myself waiting for Lucas, almost impatiently. I had heard him come out of the kid's room a few minutes ago, and I half expected him to be here now, but he wasn't.

I turned on my back and slumped on the bed, disappointment running through me. Maybe he forgot or had a lot of work to do. I came up with a lot more excuses for him, but none of them made me feel any better. Giving up my long wait, I curled up like a ball on the bed and shut my eyes close, ready to sleep. 

A small knock on the door springs me up to my feet. 

"Chris," Lucas called from the door, "Are you awake?"

Of course, I am. It's not like my mind could afford to sleep while waiting for you. "Yes, I am," I called back as I raised the hem of my nightdress to cover my cleavage. 

I got to my feet and got a glance of what I looked like in the mirror. My hair was braided, with loose edges flying around, and I did not have any makeup on. I resisted the urge to run a hand through my hair or attempt to look more attractive. The last thing I needed was for him to get the idea that I was desperate to do this. Even if that was the exact term to describe me at the moment. 

I held the lower hem of my dress and pushed it lower below my thighs, and took a deep breath before opening the door. "Hey," I said with a toothed smile. 

He stood at the door in a pair of grey PJ pants, and a black shirt, with the most charming smile. "Can I come in?" he asked. 

Even in such a casual outfit, I found my mind drifting south. Only Lucas would make simple PJs look like the sexiest outfit. Thankfully, the lights in my room were dim, so he could not see the heat rushing through my cheeks at his presence. 

"Um...yeah," I cleared my throat and moved to the side to let him in. "Please come in." 

Lucas walked in, and I sucked in a shuddering breath through my teeth before closing the door. "I hope you find your room comfortable," he asked as he took in the sight of the room. 

Apart from my clothes that now filled the large closet and a few of my books and knitting needles and yarn on the table, the room was still in the same shape I met it when I arrived. Comfortable was not even good enough to describe it. Just the fact that I did not have to wake up with neighbors fighting or sounds of gunshots every morning was more than enough to make it comfortable. "I love it, thanks," I said with a small smile. 

"I'm sorry I came in late, I had to make a few calls," he turned to look at me. 

"Oh, it's fine. I thought you had forgotten," I brushed it off with a nervous laugh. 

"I don't think I can forget anything about you," his voice was husky, and he narrowed his gaze on me. For a moment, I imagined his words meaning something else until he added, "You're my kids' nanny."

"Of course," I said a little too quickly, "I know how much the kids mean to you. So um..." I stepped closer to him. "Massage?" 

"Yeah, sure, just tell me what to do." 

"You have to take your clothes off first." I blurted and realized how bad an idea that was. He already had a dizzying effect on me with clothes on. I would probably have drool all over myself if he took his shirt off. "I meant you have to take your shirt off," the words spilled out on their own accord, and a puzzled grin formed on his face. "You know... I need to be able to touch your body, and um..." his grin smoothly changed into an amused expression. "You know what I mean." 

"I know what you mean Chris." he stepped closer and held my shoulders with his large palms. A wave of electricity coursed through me, from the place where his hand met my bare skin. "You need to stop being so nervous around me, I really will not bite—unless you want me to." 

"Hmmm?" 

"Never mind," he chuckled and pulled back, enough to take his shirt over his head, and oh boy. 

What exactly was I thinking when I agreed to do this? I thought, as my eyes skimmed through his taut muscles and abs. Actually, you weren't thinking, if you were, you would have known you offered to do it first. A voice in my head answered. 

Well, this was going to be much harder, than I expected. I sucked in a breath and squared my shoulder, then walked past him to the drawer next to the bed. "Would you like to have some music on?" I asked, opening my phone playlist. 

"Anything you feel would be fine." he moved to sit on the bed. 

"Well, some music would help you feel a lot more relaxed so..." I clicked on of the relaxing instrumentals on my playlist, and put the phone back on the nightstand. 

"What's in the bottle?" he asked, pointing to the small bottle in my hand. 

"It's coconut oil." I pressed a drop on my palm and closed the cap. "It's great for your skin and slippery enough for a massage." 

"Hmm, didn't know that." he said nodding, "where did you learn this stuff?" he asked as I crawled into the bed, careful not to drop the oil on my palm. 

"Foster care." I answered, "I learned most of what I know at foster care." I smiled and rubbed my palms together, spreading the oil. 

Taking a deep breath, I placed one palm gently on his shoulder. "How long did you stay there?" he asked, easing into my light touch. 

"Long enough," I said, almost too sharply. I needed him to stay relaxed if this was going to have any effect which would mean engaging in this sour topic even though it was the last thing I wanted to talk about with him. "My best friend and I," I chuckled lightly before speaking again. "We ran away the day I turned 17." 

"The one I met last week?" he asked.

"Hmm. I don't have another." 

Celine was almost one year older when and she decided she had taken more than enough of that s**t hole. She told me of her plan while we ate the banana cake she always made for me on every birthday. Even I did not remember my birthday as much as she did. As usual, I was too scared to leave, but the thought of staying at the care without her was enough motivation for me to pack all my stuff in the only knapsack I owned and follow where she led. 

I probably would have died off the streets on the very first night after our escape if Celine was not there with me. It felt just as dark and scary as it felt back at the care, but with Celine, I could always see the light at the end of the tunnel.  

"Tell me where it hurts," I said, running my palms down his back. 

"A little higher..." I trailed my hand higher, pressing lightly until I reached his shoulders. "here?" 

"Yeah, right..." his words were cut short as I increased the pressure of my hand, smoothing over his neck, back to his shoulders. "Oh...fuck," he groaned, and I tried to stop the shiver that ran through my body at the sound with no use of course. 

Using the heel of my hand, I pushed lower, making small circles to the center of his back and relishing in the chance to be so close to him. 

"Feels so good," Lucas groaned again, throwing his head back, with his eyes shut. I found myself torn between wanting to hear of more of his groans or toning it down for the sake of my underwear that was getting more drenched by the minute. 

"Does it hurt in front too?" I asked, making my way back to his broad shoulders. 

"Yeah, it does." his voice was so deep, I almost did not hear his words clearly over the music playing in the background. 

Without thinking, I turned around, with one hand still on his back. Lucas wore a half confused expression on his face as I crossed one knee over him in a straddling position, but as soon as I eased my fingers into his chest, a satisfied smile formed on his face. 

I sat in a kneeling position, fully aware of how soaked my underwear was. The last thing I needed was to have his pants soaked in my wetness. Although, from the way his arms instinctively wrapped around my waist, holding me closer, I was almost sure he would not mind. 

"Is this okay?" I asked, pressing my fingers in a gentle pressure. 

"It's perfect."

My hands travelled lower, down his torso, using just the right amount of pressure with my fingers. Lucas responded with loud groans and moans that did things to my body every time. I trailed my fingers lower to the band of his PJs and tilted my head to meet his eyes. They were fiery with desire and lust and probably mirrored mine. He shifted under my touch as my fingers trailed lower. I could tell that he was getting tensed again. 

I pushed myself forward, brushing my hardened n*****s against his chest, and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" 

"Do you want to stop?" he replied, and I knew he was fighting hard to stay in control. I smiled to myself and slowly dragged my hands back up, ignoring the complaining grunt that came from him. 

I continued the process, trailing up to his shoulder, and running my hands back down, just an inch below the bands of his pants. "You're tempting me." he groaned when my hand reached down the third time. 

"What will you do?" I teased and pushed my hips lower. I clamped my mouth shut to hold back the gasp that escaped as my thighs brushed against his hard erection. 

He chuckled and brought his hand lower, then pushed my thin nightdress up slowly. I found myself moving slowly, desperate for any form of friction. He held me tighter, stopping my movements. "I believe we were in the middle of a massage." but even as he spoke, his hand slid under my underwear. 

"We were, but I think there's somewhere else that needs to be massaged," I said with a coy smile. My fingers skimmed along his jaws, and I put the other hand around his neck, pulling him closer to me, making sure to press my breast against him. 

"You're not playing fair," he said in a warning tone.

"It just a massage Lucas," My voice was as innocent as it could be, my actions—not so much.

"Chris." Aiden's small voice filtered through the door, and I jerked back, startled back to reality.  

"I thought the kids were sleeping," I whispered as I scrambled to my feet. 

"I thought so too." Lucas released his hold on me, also surprised by the interruption. I pushed my dress down and turned on the bedside lamp, while Lucas got to his feet too. The bulge in his pants was still very visible as he put his shirt over his head. 

"Chris, are you there?" Aiden called again. From his voice I knew he was distressed, and I quickly took my robe from the bed and turned off the music on my phone. 

"Are you going with that?" I asked eyes fixed on his bulging pants as Lucas sauntered to the door. 

"Oh s**t," he yanked his hand through his hair roughly. 

"Stay here. I'll find out what's wrong." I walked to the door while Lucas sat on the chair, backing the door. 

"Hey baby," I opened the door and crouched down to meet Aiden. 

"Chris, it's Abby," he said on the brink of tears. "She won't stop crying." 

I stiffened as he said the words, and in a second, I was on my feet, racing to the kid's room. I met Abby on her bed, clutching her bear tight, as the tears flowed freely from her eyes. "Chris," she breathed in relief as I walked to her on the bed. 

"Princess," I took her in my arms, brushing the tears that fell. "What's wrong honey?" 

She raised her head from my shoulders and looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. "The blue monster. He came back again." was all she said. 

I looked at Lucas, who had just come into the room with a confused expression. He joined me on the bed and took Abby in his arms, "Princess, it was just a dream." he said in a soft voice. 

"But he took you and Aiden," she paused and sank her face back in his shoulder, "and now he took Chris too." she sobbed. 

"We're right here. All of us. Chris is here, and Aiden is here, and see I'm here too." he said with a reassuring smile on his face.

"Promise?" Abby asked. The fear on her face washed away the moment she saw Aiden. 

"Promise baby. It was only a dream." Lucas kissed her forehead and cheeks softly, then brushed the streaks of tears on her face. "Let's get you back to bed now," he moved to put her back in bed, but she kept her fingers wrapped around him. 

"The blue monster is going to come back when you leave." she cried. "Chris, can we stay in your room tonight?" she looked at me, eyes pleading.

I looked at Lucas, silently asking for his approval, and he gave a small nod. 

"Yes, dear, you and Aiden can stay with me tonight," I said, planting a small kiss on her forehead.

Lucas placed her back in my arms, and I held Aiden's hand as I took them both back to my room, with Lucas following behind. 

I opened the door, and Aiden walked in first, while I turned to face Lucas. He still looked worried about Abby but managed a weak smile. "You can handle them right?" he asked.

"I can handle them, Lucas." I gave a half-smile. 

"Well then..." he trailed off, hands tugging his hair behind. 

"Goodnight?" 

"Yeah, but that's not what I wanted to say." 

"Okay," I tilted my head and folded my arms, waiting for him to speak, even though I had an idea of just what he wanted to say.

 I expected him to express regret over what had happened between us tonight, but instead, he said, "Thanks for tonight...for everything."

"You do not have to thank me. I just hope you feel better." 

He started saying something, but Abby yawned, stopping him.

"I'll leave you guys to rest. Goodnight," 

"Goodnight Lucas." I shut the door and put Abby to sleep, next to Aiden who was already half asleep. It did not take much to get them to sleep, and soon enough, I found myself drifting asleep too.