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The night is magical, and I can’t help wondering what it’d be like if Sloane was a permanent fixture in both our lives. She just fits seamlessly into our world. I can easily imagine building a life with her if only I had met her under different circumstances.
But I didn’t, and she’s still off-limits, I remind myself though it doesn’t stop my mind from wandering as I wrap my dick in my fist in bed and jerk off to visions of my sexy nanny sliding up and down my cock as I fuck her hard against the wall.
When I get up the following morning to let the stylist in, I almost collide with a sleepy Sloane in the hallway. “I’ve got it,” I say, quickly skimming my gaze over her face. The bags under her eyes are becoming more pronounced, and I’ve got to do something to help with her sleep issues. She’s wearing a knee-length ivory silk robe that is clinched tight around her slender waist. Her nipples salute me through the thin material, and blood rushes south to my morning wood. Guess I’ll have to deal with that in the shower.
Sloane rakes her gaze over my bare chest, her attention lingering on my tattoos and the ripped muscles on my stomach. I work out regularly, and I know I look good, but her obvious pleasure as she takes her time ogling me does wonders for my ego. My cock leaks precum, and I really hope she doesn’t notice the damp patch on my sleep pants. “Go. I’ll show her to your room,” I say, angling my body so she doesn’t see the bulge I’m hiding.
“I checked on Elio,” she says, and her voice has a dreamlike quality to it as her gaze latches onto the deep V on either side of my hips. “Your plan worked. He’s still sleeping.”
“Good. Hopefully, he’ll stay like that for a while.”
The bell chimes again, and I drag myself away from my nanny, striding down the hallway and adjusting myself in my pants before I open the door and let the stylist in.
I take a long hot shower while Sloane is getting ready, jerking off in record time to visions of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth. I dress in sweatpants and a T-shirt before ordering fruit and pastries from a local diner, along with pancakes for my son. Then I wake Elio and give him a bath, redressing him in his pajamas just as our breakfast order arrives. I feed myself and my son and take a tray to Sloane’s bedroom, adding a mimosa I made for her. Figure a little Dutch courage might be in order, given the day.
Breaking my usual rule, I plonk Elio in front of the TV to keep him occupied while I get dressed. I plan to dress him in his little ring bearer’s suit at the last minute.
After trimming the stubble on my face and styling my hair, I slap on some cologne and get dressed. Choosing my favorite black Prada suit, I pair it with a white shirt, gold tie, and black dress shoes. My cufflinks are the ones Mom bought me when I turned eighteen. It’s become a kind of tradition to wear them for formal events.
The stylist is leaving as I make my way back out to the kitchen. I see her out and close the door before retrieving my son and taking him to his room to get dressed. Isa’s pushy mother has already messaged me several times to ensure we are running on schedule and won’t be late.
“This feels scratchy.” Elio tugs at the collar of his white shirt. “I don’t like it.”
“You can get changed after the church and all the photos have been taken,” I promise, having already packed a change of clothes for him. Isa’s mother will probably throw a hissy fit, but I don’t care. As long as he plays his official part, it shouldn’t matter what he wears. He’s a kid, for fuck’s sake. Who gives a shit what he’s wearing as long as he’s having fun and behaving himself.
“That will take ages,” he grumbles.
“You love Auntie Isa, and this is her special day. Just remember you are doing this for her,” I say, fixing his tie into place.
“She’s going to be so happy when she sees you,” Sloane says.
My head whips around, and I find her standing in the doorway like an angel who’s been heaven-sent. My mouth slackens as I drink in the vision in gold and silver before me. The lacy dress hugs her upper body to perfection, showcasing her exquisite curves where it molds around her tits, slim waist, and shapely hips. The neckline is low but not indecently so. The little cap sleeves are elegant, and the soft golden layers that flare out from mid-thigh give the dress a whimsical feel. Strappy gold sandals adorn her feet, and her pretty pink toes match her fingernails.
“Is it okay?” she asks as a delicate flush crawls up her neck.
“You look like a princess,” Elio says, stealing the words right out of my mouth.
My gaze roams her stunning face, noting every single detail of her flawless features. She’s gone for a more understated look with natural lips and a rosy-pink blush on her cheeks, but it’s her eyes that undo me. The stylist has made her eyes the focal point, and they appear bigger, fanned by long, thick black lashes, and the blue in her irises is more vibrant. Her hair is smooth and sleek, styled into a simple classic chignon.
She is perfect. Utterly captivating. The most gorgeous woman on the planet.
When her eyes lock on to mine, it’s like being sucker punched in the heart. I have never seen any woman more beautiful. She is completely stunning, and I’m speechless.
“Cristian? Is this okay?” she repeats, worry filling her gaze, and I snap myself out of it.
“You’re stunning. I’ll be the envy of every man there today.”
Two red spots darken her cheeks, and I love how unassuming she is.
“Thank you.” Her eyes sweep over me and my son. “You both look very handsome.”
“My suit is scratchy.” Elio tugs at his collar again.
“Remember what I said? This is Auntie Isa’s special day, and it’s important.”
He sighs dramatically. “Okay. I’ll do it for Auntie Isa.”
