The Billionaire and the Nanny by Paige North

The one woman I’m not allowed to f*ck is living in my house, taking care of my baby…

Ethan:
She’s already broken Rule #1: Must be ugly.
This chick is f**king gorgeous with her flowing auburn hair and amazing young body. She’s ripe for the taking, so I can’t have her in my house. The other nannies they sent met Rule #1, but they were inept.
Right away, I can tell Penelope is different. She’s got those thick hips and long legs that would look perfect wrapped around me as I pound her hard up against the wall…
I need to send her away. She’s too good for me, too pure. She deserves a gentle man, not someone as rough and scarred as I am.
But I need someone to take care of Lilly, and Penelope’s the best one for the job.
Soon she’s living right down the hall, parading around in her tight little outfits, with no idea how much she’s testing my self-discipline.
I try to warn her, to tell her to keep her door locked at night, but it’s no use.
Before long I’m sneaking into her room at night, stroking her, touching her, entering her, making her scream.
For the first time, it’s not just about the physical for me.
Seeing Penelope with the baby, I start to think that maybe I’m not as cold as I thought. That maybe I deserve a family. That maybe I could be the dad that Lilly deserves and the man that Penelope’s always hoped for…

Penelope:
Ethan Townsend. Billionaire steel magnate, tabloid darling, and notorious womanizer. He stands over six-feet-four with dark hair and cool blue eyes. He wears sharp, precise, well-fitted suits, shiny shoes, and a stern expression that makes me squirm.
The first time I meet him, his gaze lingers at my breasts, my face, even leaning to one side as if checking out my butt, undressing me in his mind.
I don’t know what it is about him, but he makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong when I haven’t. I feel naughty in his presence, like he’s going to punish me for being insolent.
But he’s my boss.
So no matter how much our attraction pulses beneath the service, no matter how many times my hand drops between my legs while I fantasize about him, nothing could ever happen between us.
I’m his nanny, brought here to take care of his baby and nothing else.
Besides, Ethan is cold and distant, and he only dates models and socialites.
Until the night I break his most stringent rule and leave my bedroom door unlocked…
Soon we’re kissing and touching, his hands in my hair, his lips trailing over my skin as he enters me.
But am I enough to break down his walls, to slay the demons that make him feel he’s incapable of love? Can I be the one to prove to him that he needs a family?
I’m not sure, but I’m going to try.
Even if it ends up breaking my heart…