Sneak Peek - Nanny for the Billionaire Alpha
I never wanted to see my ex again, let alone become his new nanny.
Evan Whitlock—former NFL star quarterback, business mogul, and single dad—has always been irresistible to women.
We had one passionate summer together before college. And his big dreams ended our relationship.
Now, 15 years later, back in our small town, I’m the only option he has as a nanny for his daughter. And I need to get back on my feet.
So, despite our past, I take the job and do my best to avoid him in the house.
Until our bickering leads to things heating up in the kitchen.
And his protective ways have me joining the “Mile High Club” on his private jet. Where his commanding touch drives me to mind-blowing pleasure.
When he helps me propel my jewelry business, our connection reignites.
Then, an unexpected turn occurs with two pink lines.
But Evan hasn’t healed from his past. So, my heart is at risk.
Or will he realize he wants me a part of his future game plan?
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Chapter One - Evan
Fifteen Years Ago
I glance at the sunset, unaware of how time got away from me and I stayed longer than I intended to. But I’m not mad. Sweat drips down my back, along with that feeling of satisfaction that comes from hours of honing the football skills I already possess.
I know most of my friends are out partying after the kickass graduation we just had last week, but I don’t feel like I deserve to until I finish this week’s agenda of extra self-training. My faster times and tighter runs send a euphoric sense in my soul, making me confident that I’ve got this down pat. In a few months, I’ll be off to college and trying out for a team that’s known to have produced a couple of NFL legends.
In a few months, I’ll be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of playing with the big leagues and getting me and my mom out of here.
I head straight to the locker room, take a much-needed shower, and pack my stuff up. I think about showing up to the party tonight that Christian is hosting—just a little hi to at least let my friends know that I’m still alive and kicking. The idea of him and Nick, two of my closest high school friends, ribbing me about liking football more than girls these days tugs a smile from my lips?—
And sends me hurtling straight into a figure when I turn a corner.
I drop my bag and reach out immediately, my reflexes not disappointing me as I stop the figure from falling. It wrenches itself from my grasp, and I spend the next few seconds waiting for my eyesight to adjust until I can see that the “it” is actually a “she.”
She is engulfed in a hoodie two sizes too big for her and a scowl on her pouty lips. My gaze narrows.
“What are you doing here?”
Her gaze narrows back. It shifts my focus to her eyes, startlingly gray and clear. “What are you doing here?”
“Practicing.” I gesture toward the football field outside the school behind me. “Coach gave me permission and access to practice after school hours. I have the right to be here.”
“So do I.” When I tilt my head, waiting, she clears her throat. “Extra credit.”
Extra credit can be short for anything, from extra homework to other activities. She doesn’t elaborate, but I keep studying her until recognition flares.
“You graduated with our class. We shared a couple of classes.”
“Oh, gee, it’s nice to know the popular quarterback in school is aware of my existence.”
I can take it as sarcasm, but her tone is mild and I’m sensing her humor is the dry type. “I’m pretty aware of everyone. You hang out with that tough crowd…your brother’s crowd, I presume? It’s why you’re never around much after classes. I never see you at our games.”
Surprise sparks in her eyes that I know that much, but she recovers and shrugs.
“You have enough people cheering for you as it is.”
I lift a shoulder. “I could always use one more.”
“Oh? You mean those cheerleaders fighting each other for your attention aren’t enough?”
Amusement ignites inside me. “I don’t just mean cheerleaders. I mean other people.”
“You have other people. Like Sheila shoving her tongue down your throat last year. Or you shoving your tongue down Lisa’s throat last month.”
Shock fills me at the specifics, but my amusement grows. Other than my guy friends, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone be this blunt about my…extracurricular activities.
“You have been paying attention.” I say it with triumph.
“I’m pretty aware of everyone, too. Not just you.”
She looks ready to run, but I can see the intrigue in her eyes that I’m sure matches mine. I cross my arms. I watch her gaze trail down my muscles when I do.
“So, I’m assuming extra credit means something to help with college admissions? Or is that just code for sneaking around with some guy in the dark?”
Her gaze snaps back to mine. “The former.”
I hide my smirk, not sure why I’m pleased about it. But I am. “Really?”
“Yup.”
I examine her some more, unable to get enough of her. Other than the too-large hoodie, she’s wearing this long, flowy skirt with a floral pattern, black sneakers, and colorful jewelry pieces that aren’t too common with the girls around here. They’re made of beads, crystals, and other materials that don’t seem too expensive but look pretty cool.
Her hair’s twisted in a loose bun, but the soft pieces that escaped nicely frame her face. She has a pretty face, one I never noticed since I never really paid attention to outside circles that much. But I know her brother’s out of high school and everyone’s wary of that particular crowd, with rumors circulating about all the troubles they caused.
“Let me guess. You’re taking up fashion design? Or something to do with design?”
“Maybe.” She studies me, too. “Are youtaking a business course?”
I grin. “You know me so well.”
“It’s what you guys usually do.”
“Us guys?”
“Fancy guys who play sports in college and become rich, influential businessmen after.”
“I’m on a scholarship. It helps since my mom can’t afford my college tuition, but if things work out, then maybe I can make a career out of football and delve into business on the side. Give my mom the life she always deserved.”
Her eyes widen a fraction. She opens her mouth, and I can see the apology coming a mile away. But I don’t want her to apologize.
I want to spend time with her. I want to talk to her some more and get her to talk about her life, too, and why we never interact when we live in the same town.
“You should come to the party. My friend Christian’s holding it. He has a sister, Clara, and she’s really nice…”
“I know her. She likes your other friend. He’s not friendly with my brother’s crowd.”
“Nick?” I’m more surprised about Clara liking Nick, but I brush it off and focus on her. “Hmm. It’ll be a cool party.”
“I’m sure it will be. You have fun.”
It’s a no, then. A pinch of sadness streaks through my chest, strange and confusing. But I nod easily.
“Thanks.” I nod and smile. “It was nice meeting you.”
She looks at me. Then she smiles back, and our gazes connect when an electric charge passes through and elicits a tingle down my spine. But we both don’t react.
“My name’s Evan, by the way. Evan Whitlock.”
“I know. I’m Sarah. Sarah Baxter.”
“Evan, that feels so good.”
I thrust harder, locked in a pleasure so good that it’s threatening to drive me insane. My cock is growing bigger if that’s even possible, and the way her muscles clamp around me is making it impossible to hold this in much longer. I’ve practiced with my hand, but being inside her feels so different that it’s almost laughable.
And sexy. Definitely sexy.
And crazy hot.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yeah…oh, yes…” Her eyes roll back in her head and her body arches, a movement that pushes her breasts forward. My hands palm them, basking in how soft they are and how fantastic her nipples look and feel, but I don’t forget what’s happening below, too. I keep thrusting until I can feel her hands squeezing my shoulders, trying to hold on for dear life. “Oh, God, Evan…”
“Damn, Sarah. When you moan like that…” I brush my lips against hers, then take her mouth in a ravenous kiss. “It’s so sexy. You’re so fucking sexy.”
I’ve had my mouth on her and she’s had her mouth on me, and we’ve pretty much done everything that requires hands and tongues alone. We’ve gone past the stage where the first thrust brings her a lot of pain, but nothing could have prepared us for this: that glorious reward of finally fucking after too much sexual tension building between us. It’s a long time coming, especially after weeks of dancing around each other and wondering who’s going to make the first move.
It’s no surprise that I was the first to break, yearning for her too much to hold it in anymore. Or maybe I’m just a horny bastard. But she’s not that far behind, her moans indicating when she likes a move and how much deeper she likes it.
And when her legs wrap around my waist, allowing me to hit her even deeper? It’s fucking heaven.
I always imagined sex the first time would be hard, fast, and messy, but this…it’s more than that. It breaks the mold of everything I’ve fantasized about as our minds and bodies connect, so in tune with each other as we continue touching each other throughout the act. Then she moans even louder and I lose my train of thought.
“You like that, too?”
“Yes. Evan…” Her hands claw over my back, bringing me closer to her until our chests are brushing. I grit my teeth at the delicious friction, but I want to elevate the experience for her, so I rain kisses down her face, ending up with my mouth on hers again. My fingers slip inside her, flicking her clit.
“That’s it, sweetheart…take it all. Open up for me. You’re wet and pulsing…it’s so hot…”
I swallow her cry of pleasure, so turned on that it’s bordering on pain. My muscles are so tense from trying to keep it together, but when she breaks our kiss to suck on my neck and shudder as she comes, it’s like being tossed into a world beyond my control. My restraint snaps as I drive into her with less finesse, drilling wildly as if my life depends on it.
Sarah doesn’t mind, egging me on as she clings to me, still basking in her orgasm. Then she licks my skin and it is game over as my orgasm blasts through me like a rocket.
I pump my seed out into my condom, but it still feels like I’m pumping it inside her. I kiss her to keep the sensation going before all energy leaves me and I have no choice but to sink to the floor with her.
We stay like that for a few minutes, silent in the dark and pretty much in shock. When cold starts seeping down my back, I rearrange the blanket on the floor and pull her closer so she’ll have my warmth beside her. It’s not the most ideal setup, considering we’re still on the floor, but at least it’s private.
It’s ours, and I don’t think I’ll ever look at this library the same way again. I exhale deeply.
“Shit. Holy fuck. That was…”
“Crazy.” Sarah hums against my shoulder, her body warm and pliant. Soft. I trace circles down her bare back. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what?”
“Your football practices and my extra credits leading to this.”
I smirk. “You mean us having sex in the library, of all places?”
“Yeah. We were only supposed to be talking.”
I kiss her cheek and grin. “You can’t blame me. You looked really good in that skirt.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I kept imagining you without panties under it.”
She gasps. “You’re pretty naughty, aren’t you?”
“Only with you, baby.”
Sarah shakes her head, biting back a laugh. Then she looks at me, fascinated. “I still can’t believe you’re a virgin with all that dirty talk. What about those other girls…?”
I shrug. “We made out. Did other stuff. But I don’t know. I just didn’t feel like it until now.”
“Until now?”
“Yeah. I wanted to wait for the right girl, I guess.”
I swallow at her silence, tensing up. Then Sarah—the only girl I shared something special with among all the girls I kissed and flirted with in this school—hugs me tighter and sighs. “I waited, too.”
Our confessions draw us into kissing again, more teasing than desperate. But a reminder occurs in my head. “I’m leaving next week. Checking into the scholarship department, then tryouts.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. If I don’t make it in one, I still hope to make it in the other. I just need this badly.”
“I know you do.”
“Sarah?”
She braces herself. “Yeah?”
“Can I still call you?”
Sarah relaxes. “Sure. We can call each other.”
And I realize that’s all I need.
“It’s so huge here and there are so many students. I met this really cool guy, Mike, and it turns out we’re going to be roommates. He’s going to tour me around this weekend to the area’s good hangout spots.”
“That sounds great, Evan. I’m so happy for you.”
I can feel her smile even if I can’t see it, and it lightens up everything inside me. “What about you?”
Silence.
“I’m okay.”
“How’s school? Are you leaving Sweet Haven soon?”
“Yeah. Probably. And it’s great.”
I want to ask more, but I can hear shouts outside the hallway and know Mike is going to come in soon to drag me out of here.
“That’s awesome, babe. I’m glad.” Then, “I love you, Sarah.”
The way it slips out of my mouth feels so natural, like I’m meant to say it all this time.
And when she responds, her voice brimming with hope and giddiness, I’m on a high.
“I love you, too, Evan.”
“I’m really busy, Sarah.”
“I know you are. But you never have time anymore.”
“I don’t even have time to sleep anymore sometimes.” A thought occurs. “Did something happen? Are you okay?”
“Yeah…”
“Did your brother do something again?”
“No. Of course not. He’s fine.”
“Oh.” I sigh. I know she wants to keep talking, but my head feels so heavy and my pillow’s calling my name. “Listen, I’m just really busy lately with exams and the upcoming game, but I promise I’ll call you when I have more time, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too.”
Despite the frustration and the exhaustion, joy still bubbles up inside me. This will work.
We’ll make it work.
“I think we should break up.”
The words are tense, like a bomb filled with negativity about to be dropped. Or maybe it’s already been dropped. I can’t help my growl, something I’ve been holding back for quite a while now.
“Why? Because you saw me with that girl in the video? I already told you. She asked me out and I turned her down. The video doesn’t mean anything.”
“But you’re still going to the same parties and events. And she’s still trying to hit on you.”
“She’s the head of her sorority and Mike’s the head of our fraternity.” I grip the phone tighter. “The two houses are related, so we naturally have to spend time together. I’m not exclusively spending time with her.”
Silence.
“We belong to the same circles and our programs overlap, Sarah. It’s nothing. I told you it’s nothing.”
“I know you said that.”
“Yet you still want to break up.”
“It’s just not working out, Evan.”
I can’t help the resentment in my voice, either, even when her response sends a helpless feeling in my system.
“Right. Because you can’t be happy for me. You didn’t even congratulate me when I told you that I got into the football program. You barely show enthusiasm when I tell you the good things that’s been happening to me.”
“I did.” She hesitates, then says, “I’m trying.”
“Sarah—”
“But it doesn’t change things.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t feel anything for you anymore.”
Pain lances at my heart, digging so deep that I can only sit there in stunned silence. My grip on the phone is so tight now that I feel like it’s going to break anytime soon…and then I don’t feel anything at all, too numb from her words.
Too hurt.
I can argue. I can plead that we can work this out, that she’s mistaken. Because I love her, and I don’t think this feeling will change anytime soon.
But something else leaves my mouth instead.
“Are you sure about that?”
Silence. This time, it’s longer than ever.
“Yes, Evan. I’m sure.”
This time, the pain cuts deeper, too.
“Fine. I’m fine with that. I don’t need you, anyway.”
“Fine.”
“Have a nice life.”
I hang up first. It’s petty, but the anger boiling inside me is petty, wanting to lash out and say hurtful things to her—anything to break down that wall she’s built up. I thought I already got through it, but I guess I was wrong.
And I guess I was wrong about what we shared being special, too.
The anger builds and builds until it’s close to shattering, but it doesn’t shatter. Instead, it deflates, then fades, until all I’m left with is a hollow feeling that’s unbearable.
Here I am, a scholar and a college athlete, two things that I’ve always worked hard for. Success is at the tip of my fingers, friendships with other people are building, and I’m so close to my dream.
But I lost Sarah in the process, and I’ve been fooled into hoping when there was no hope for us, after all.
She made me believe and made me open up. Then she drops me like I’m nothing.
And that’s something I won’t ever forget.