Chapter 3
THREE
Jeremy
Heart pounding, I put on another burst of speed, desperate to outrun my racing thoughts. But two words still repeat on a loop in my mind.
Two words I won’t escape, no matter how fast I run.
Two words that have pushed me over the edge.
Eden Exotics.
Eden Exotics? Seriously?Only a high-end luxury vibrator is worthy of that delicious cunt. Anna deserves only the finest things in life. She checks all the fucking boxes.
And not just mine—most men would consider her a catch. Because she is. She’s effortlessly gorgeous. The kind of natural beauty that doesn’t need cosmetics or photo-editing apps.
I’ve watched men nearly break their necks for a second look at her flawless curves. And those who have dared approach her? Well, I’ve made sure they’ll never make that mistake again.
I don’t care if her contract prevents her from dating. Another man touching her is not something that I’m about to risk.
Because it isn’t just that Anna is desirable. She’s kind and quirky and generous and has been a better mother to Elijah than his actual mother.She’s also smart as hell. Her talents are frankly wasted being a nanny.
Soon, she’ll graduate with top honors. She’ll have her pick of any doctorate program. And she’s achieved all this while acting as a surrogate mother to my son. Asking her to extend her contract would be selfish beyond belief. I can’t.
But I also can’t let her leave. I can’t lose her.
And yet if I don’t do something, I will .
Because too soon, Anna won’t be my nanny. She won’t be driving my cars, won’t live in my house under the watch of my cameras. I won’t know her class schedule at her next university. I won’t have access to her phone records, her credit card statements, her location data.I won’t have access to her at all.
Drenched in sweat, I slow to a jog. Taking out my phone, I open the tracking app. Good. Anna’s car is where it belongs—in my garage.
I check the router next. Her phone connected to the Wi-Fi thirty minutes ago. I feel a surge of satisfaction at the realization that I only just barely beat her home.
There’s no chance that she found the package. My safe room is secure. My other brother, Adam, owns a security firm and acted as a consultant when I built this house. So the package is safe, but still, I’m curious what she’s been up to while I’ve been gone.
Peeling off my damp shirt, I slow my pace further, giving up any pretense of running as I open the app for the security system. Impatient, I cycle through the camera views.
A partially chopped onion rests on a cutting board in the kitchen, but the room is empty. The living room and dining room are deserted as well. I check the media room and find my son absorbed in a video game. But when I toggle over to my favorite camera, I hit the jackpot.
My cock swells. Anna on her bed, on her back, legs spread, eyes closed, wearing nothing but a T-shirt. A golden strand of hair clings to her flushed face, and she bites her plump lower lip as her hand moves between her legs.
This isn’t a scene I should be viewing in public, but I can’t look away. I stand on the beach, transfixed. God, she’s gorgeous. Total perfection.
Her back arches, full breasts straining against her T-shirt, which rides up, revealing the soft swell of her stomach. I lick my lips. She must taste so sweet right now. I need to have that lovely pussy pressed against my face. She’s clearly close. Look how fucking wet she is—Christ. Her hand glistens with her juices.
The monster rattles its cage, pissed that Anna might have her first orgasm without me. Because that’s the thing. I’ve watched Anna touch herself oh so very many times, and she always stops just short of completion.
At first, I thought it was a deliberate choice, some kind of masochistic self-denial caused by being raised in a convent. But it’s obvious that my beautiful girl wants to orgasm. She just for some inexplicable reason... can’t. While I dislike seeing her so frustrated, I do like the idea of her saving that particular first for me—even if she doesn’t realize that’s what she’s doing.
The truth hits me like a ton of bricks—the real reason Anna’s purchase shook me so badly. Fuck. I’m usually so self aware. How the hell did I miss it? Because, God, it’s so obvious. Yes, the toy is cheap and she deserves better. But there’s a more primal reason for my anger.
Jealousy.
It was one thing to be jealous when I thought there was a chance—however slim—that she’d purchased lingerie to wear for another man. But Anna’s purchase is clearly intended for solo use.
Fuck. Has my obsession with my nanny spun so far out of control that I’m jealous of a goddamn sex toy?
It feels insane to admit, but it’s the truth. Even now, seeing her so close, her hand slick with her own desire, I’m not just turned on—I’m fucking jealous. But then she moans, and I realize two more things.
The first is that she’s not as close to coming as I feared—that was a frustrated moan, not the sound a woman on the verge of climax makes.
The second is that I’m not wearing my earbuds. Shit.
Quickly, I mute the sound. Then for the first time since pulling up the camera feed, I take in my surroundings. Thankfully, I have this section of the beach to myself.
Still, this is getting ridiculous. My behavior has spiraled so far out of control that I quite possibly need professional help. I’m standing in the middle of a public beach spying on my nanny as she rubs her pretty little clit.
Anna is home. She’s safe. And she hasn’t found the package. I should close out of the app and finish my run.
But I don’t. I can’t.
I need to hear her make that sound again. And I need to know whether my beautiful, horny girl manages to come without me.
Slipping my earbuds in, I unmute the audio. My eyes stay glued to my phone as I make my way slowly up the stairs to street level. And then, she does something new. Something she’s never done when I’ve watched her pleasure herself.
She speaks.
Just as I reach street level, her moans turn into actual words. Words that turn me on so badly that I nearly blow my load in my running shorts.
Daddy, please, let me come... oh, please, I need you.
Suddenly, everything is crystalline. For the first time in three years, the monster and I are in agreement. I can’t let Anna walk out of my life. Not when she needs me as much as I need her. And I can’t risk waiting until she graduates, either. I need to act now.
So screw ethics. Fuck power dynamics.Hearing my beautiful, horny girl moan those words defenestrated any scruples I had left.
If Anna wants a daddy, then she’ll get one.
And Daddy’s coming home.