As if on cue, Mia reaches out to Lucia, and she takes her. My little devil loves curling up on Lucia as much as I do, and this is just night three.
Estelle would have me get rid of her and find a suitable replacement who doesn’t attract the hell out of me and provides stability for Mia.
I’m biased as fuck because I want her, but right now, I can’t think of anybody more suited for the job, no matter how long she stays with us.
“That’s real impressive, Lucia. Looks like I made a wise selection when I hired you.”
“You’re not mad at me?” Her green eyes search mine, and the hue darkens.
“No. How did you know she was scared of the dark and needed a hug?”
“I just knew.” A twinkle of pride flashes across her face.
“Then far be it from me to go against your intuition.”
Mia takes a lock of Lucia’s hair and giggles. Lucia looks at her and smiles.
A pang of longing hits me that’s not sexual but something which reminds me of what I wanted long ago—a family.
When people look at me, they automatically assume I’m the perpetual bachelor because I want to be, but they couldn’t be more wrong.
I was the guy who wanted a family, and I would never have thought this would be me at this age. I imagined a house with kids and a wife I would give my all.
“Papa, Uncle, read,” Mia says, and the two look back at me.
“She wants you to read to her.”
I can’t remember the last time I did that.
“Well, it looks like it’s story time.” I take the book from her, and she smiles.
Lucia moves to Mia’s bed, and I take the opportunity to check out her ass.
She catches me, and I make a point of allowing her to see I’m watching—eagerly.
I remember how my cock felt in her mouth when her lips part slightly and an elegant flush races down her slender throat.
She adjusts Mia on her lap while allowing her hair to drift to one side, drawing my attention to the fleshy mounds of her breasts and her hard nipples pressing against the fabric.
I linger on the delicious sight for few moments too long, conjuring all the things I want to do to her, before I look away and focus on the little children’s book in my hands. Its innocence feels like a juxtaposition to the raw sexual need raging through me.
I start reading, and Mia looks excited, then she quickly winds down her smiles until her lids grow heavy and she’s struggling to stay awake. She’s not like this on weekends, which makes me think our time together holds more meaning than I realize.
I reach the last page when she’s dozing off while Lucia strokes her little back.
It’s time to let her sleep. I can see now she’s fighting to stay awake because she loves our company. That’s different to being afraid of the dark or needing us.
I’m going to be selfish and allow her to succumb to sleep so I can have her sexy-as-fuck nanny all to myself.
Lucia meets my gaze and bites back a smile.
“You tired?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. I already knew she would do that.
“Okay, then put her down to sleep and meet me in the sitting room. The one with the piano.” It faces the back of the house.
“The sitting room?” She bites the inside of her lip as panic flashes in her eyes.