The Bear’s Nanny by Layla Silver

I’m the worst nanny in the history of nannies.
I’m not even kidding.
I conned my way through life, and into his house.
Into being the nanny for his two little girls.
And now I’m in deep trouble. And it’s not just because of his kids.
His voice is absolutely made for sin.
It feels like having honey dripped all over my spine.
He smells like pine trees, like the forest in the rain.
Like the home that I never had.
I want to let the baritone purr of his voice dance over my skin.
I want his hand to do more than just shake mine.
I want his mouth to do more than just say my name.
I want to… shake myself because I cannot have lewd thoughts about my boss.
This is going to be an extremely interesting job.
I just hope that my raw attraction to him doesn’t kill me first.