Claiming My Nanny

Leaning my head back against the leather chair, I groaned at the sight of her tousled hair fluttering against my thighs. I kept her in place, mentally debating if I should push her further. She was visibly struggling for breath, but I held firm. Would Isobel tap out?

Contains: Age-Gap, Light BDSM Scenes, Nanny/Boss Spicy Time, and a HEA

27 pages