All Chapters of A CURVY NANNY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Blake drove into her again and again. Nicola shifted her hips, sliding her pussy along his thrusting cock, meeting him stroke for stroke in their carnal rhythm. He didn’t know if it was because so many feelings were involved when it came to Nicola, or just the fact that her pussy felt like it’d been made for him, but the friction was perfect... exceptional. Mind-blowing. A burning sensation tingled in his shaft and went all the way up his backbone, pitching him into mindless excitement. He strove wildly to fill his greedy senses. He raced to penetrate Nicola’s farthest depths before she was whisked away from him. ‘Nik, Nik, Nik.’ Her name resounded in his head every time his flesh slapped against hers and she held him in her deep, tight embrace. Blake needed to prove she was right here with him, every bit as real as his own hot flesh, raging blood, and teeming cock.“Blake,” she moaned when he leaned down over her farther, altering the a

Blake's side of the bed was empty when Nicola opened her eyes. She reached and touched his pillow. It was cold, a sign he left early for work. She sighed. After three days of having Blake all to herself, waking up in his bed all alone was gut-wrenching. No romantic ‘good morning note’… No breakfast in bed… Not even a red rose on the pillow… His absence hit her hard but this was Blake… a lot of work and just enough play. Well, no more Christmas meant no more days off from the office. Even if he was the boss, the mighty CEO, Blake was also hard-working. Nonetheless, all Nicola hoped was for Blake not to return to his old self, focusing a lot on his work and neglecting Iris once again. She could endure his absence but the baby needed her daddy. Nicola rolled over and sat up, wincing at the soreness in her muscles. She smiled, replaying in her mind the nights they spent together. Every kiss shared every touch, and ev

In the wee hours of the morning, Blake awoke. He rolled over onto his side and came face to face with his sleeping beauty. Her lips were parted slightly and he could feel her breath on his cheek. He pulled his arm out from under the covers and touched her jaw. Her skin was like silk beneath his fingertips. Unable to help himself he brushed his lips across hers, lingering for a moment before breaking contact.“Are you trying to take advantage of me, Mr. Echols?”“No, Mrs. Echols,” Blake muttered.“Well, that's a shame.” Nicola's eyelids fluttered open and she smiled.“Hi, my love.”“Hi, gorgeous.” She reached out and laid her hand against his chest.“Have I ever told you how good it is to wake up next to you?”“Once or twice… Come on, Nik… Come stay with me in this room,” Blake said. “I need to have you near every second. Especially now.”“And Iris…? Isn’t this going to be too much to take for her?” Nicola asked.“Absolutely not. She already see

Finally able to walk without feeling any pain, Nicola went to check on Iris. She was already in her little pink bed, sound asleep. As usual, Olaf sat beside his little friend, watching over her like a real guard dog. It was so touching.“Thank you, Olaf, for taking such good care of our baby girl,” she said, petting his warm, fluffy head. “She’ll be needing you now more than ever.” As if the dog understood Nicola’s words, he licked Nicola’s hand and then got even closer to Iris. The little girl moved in her sleep, then without waking up, she turned slowly to the side and placed her little hand on Olaf’s paw. Her expression was so sweet. Her breathing was so relaxed. Iris was sleeping so well because she knew she was deeply loved by everybody in the mansion. Because she knew that her daddy would do everything in his power to keep her protected.“We love you, munchkin,” Nicola whispered. Then, she bent, gave Iris a light kiss o

“Mrs. Collins,” Mr. Raymond said, getting up from his seat. “You say Mr. Echols is a busy man. How much time does he spend with Iris each day?”“I would say an hour… An hour and a half, maybe. Even more during the weekends.”“Mr. Echols only spends sixty minutes a day with Iris?”“I didn’t say that… What I said…” Claire’s lawyer interrupted her.“Wouldn't a man who loves his child more than anything in this world spend more time with her than sixty minutes a day?”“Like I said, he spends even more time with Iris during the weekends,” Alma replied calmly.“Mrs. Collins, what time does Mr. Echols come home from work?”“Usually, between five and six.”“How often does he work late at the office?”“A couple of times a week,” Alma said.“You say Mr. Echols and Iris have a… Uhm… ‘special time’ every night,” Mr. Raymond continued. “Are they alone during this time?”“Of course,” Alma answered.“Has Iris ever come to you and complained of any inappropriate touching between her and…”