The Billionaire's Nanny: A BWWM Romantic Comedy (17 page)

At last, I pull him up to me, tasting my own juices on his mouth. His cock is pressed hard against me as we kiss. Corbin rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I lean forward and rise up to let his cock press against my opening and then slide, oh so slowly, down onto him. I sit atop him, completely filled.

“Oh my god, you are so beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching up to cup my breasts.

I begin to raise and lower myself, feeling his length deep inside me. When I angle myself just so, it’s as if he can reach my very center. As his cock presses that spot, I moan low, trying to keep the noise down, but unable to stop it completely.

I put my hand on his face, feeling the scratchy beard stubble on my palm. It’s one of those overwhelming moments, when I feel lucky and bewildered and…in love. When the thought hits me, without thinking I say it. “I love you.”

Corbin’s eyes shine and he pulls me down to a kiss. “I love you, too,” he says when he pulls back. The sappy smiles fade as the power of first I Love You’s drives us to more passionate lovemaking.

My thigh muscles burn as I ride him and Corbin’s hips are rocking in rhythm to mine. Our bodies press together again and again, passion turning to raw, animal need. He’s sitting up, too, and we cling to one another as we thrust. My cries are no longer quiet and I no longer care.

Another climax wells up and crashes over me, causing me to cry out louder still. Corbin’s cock swells within me as he, too , finds release with a shout. We continue to cling together, rocking more gently, as our orgasms subside and our brains return to our heads.

At which point I hear Maeve on the monitor.

“Guess we woke the baby.” I whisper into his neck.

“Totally worth it. I’ll get her.” He pulls away from me and puts on a robe. I’m glad he went, I don’t think I could get up if the house was on fire.

I can hear him, through the monitor softly singing to Maeve. Soon, she is quiet, then he is too, and he comes back into the room.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he says with a smile.

“You’re a natural,” I say, still flat in the bed.

“God, I hope this goes well with the Hamiltons,” he says, wrapping me in his arms again.

“It will,” I say. It has to.

The next day is mostly Corbin rushing around the house with orders on how to fix things that aren’t broken and straighten things that aren’t askew. Connie and Marta good naturedly pretend to re-clean the already spotless house. Corbin even mows the lawn along the driveway himself, much to the head-shaking confusion of the gardener.

He sleeps in his own bed that night, certain that he will toss and turn so much that neither of us will get a wink of sleep. I appreciate the consideration, but I manage to keep myself up quite well on my own.

I’m in the shower when I hear the helicopter arrive with the Pierces. It has been decided that they will stay here in the main building with Maeve and I and the Hamiltons and their lawyer will meet with Corbin, Asia, and Jarvis in the conference room of the winery. “I don’t want those people in my home,” Corbin had said.

As I get dressed, I can hear Maeve’s grandparents bringing her up to the playroom. I decide to take my time, let them have a moment. When I come in, Mitsy and Ed are both lying on the carpet, trying to get Maeve to crawl toward them. She’s on her hands and knees, rocking and smiling at them, but can’t seem to get enough momentum to take that first “step.”

"She’s so
close
," says Mitsy as I enter. “It’ll happen any day now. There will be something she wants just out of reach and she’ll forget that she doesn’t know how to crawl and –zoom!–off she’ll go. With my children, they all took off after one of the dogs.”

Edward says, “I guess Corbin just needs to get her a dog, then she’ll go.”

“He keeps saying he’s going to,” I tell them. “Honestly, it makes my job a lot easier if she can’t get away from me.”

Mitsy nods. “No sense wishing babyhood away. It goes so fast anyway. Truly, it seems like months since Corbin was this size.”

I smile at the idea of baby Corbin. “She’s grown so much just in the time I’ve been here, so I can imagine.”

“Corbin was such a blessing,” says Mitsy. “When I had the girls, nearly one after the next, I was too busy to really appreciate them. She shrugs.”I had help of course, but even so, it’s draining. And I was so focused on when they were hitting each stage of development, worried if they dropped behind what the charts said. But they were ten, eight, and six when Corbin was born. All in school, so grown up. And so I got to enjoy him completely." She laughs. “He didn’t walk until past his second birthday, probably because he never had to. Three big sisters, a nanny, me? His feet never touched the floor. He looked so much like Maeve, with big blue eyes and he had thick black ringlets I couldn’t bear to cut.”

“Everyone thought he was a girl,” says Edward, maybe still a little sore about it.

She waves her hand dismissively. “When Sarah was struggling in her first year of college and Emily had an eating disorder and Laura was doing her best to flunk out of Andover–all in the same year!–I still had my sweet nine year old, playing with Legos, bringing me flowers from the garden, sleeping with a teddy bear.”

I’m trying not to giggle at this kind of mama’s boy image I’m getting now. I want to ask if they ever had matching sailor suits.

“And it was hard for him to adjust to life at Groton because he’d been so coddled,” says Ed.

“Nonsense,” Mitsy says mildly. Clearly they’ve told this story before and she’s no longer interested in arguing. “He fell in with a bad crowd after that lacrosse coach was such an asshat. Pardon my language.” She looks at me and smiles. “Anyway, he was a delightful child and I’m sure Maeve will be, too.”

“I hope today goes well,” I say, looking out the window toward the outbuildings. “I think she’ll have a better chance at being delightful if we can keep Enid Hamilton away from her.”

As if summoned, I see a long black car turn down the drive. “I bet that’s them,” I say, pointing.

My phone buzzes and Asia texts me that she’s there and that she’ll keep me updated. Jarvis doesn’t think she’ll have to do much. I didn’t see her car, so she must have come in the side drive.

We keep playing with Maeve and chatting, but the mood in the room is darker, distracted. I know we all want to know what’s going on in the conference room.

“I never liked Elise,” says Mitsy suddenly. “I met her at a Parent’s Weekend at Dartmouth, it was right before Ed had his heart attack, I recall. Not that I blame
her
. Not for
that
. She was a beautiful girl, no doubt, but she seemed so…
fake.
She said ‘Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Pierce, Corbin’s told me
so
much about you!’ in that Eddie Haskell way–do you know who that even is?”

I nod, I know the reference, if not where it came from. Some TV show.

“Fake like that. Like she was also trying to suggest the things she’d heard weren’t good. Just…never liked her. But Corbin had always been a pretty sensible kid, very smart, so I assumed she’d be cast aside soon enough.”

“No such luck,” says Ed, galloping a plastic horse in front of Maeve.

“No, shortly after that, Corbin embarked on some kind of weird campaign. His grades came up, which was nice, but he started calling home more often and telling us about the clubs he’d joined…”

“We thought he’d gotten scooped up by some cult or religious weirdoes,” says Ed. “It was odd.”

I have to laugh, if a bit bitterly. “You know, this is very different from the story
he
tells. He remembers that he was a screw up until the heart attack and at that point he vowed to be a better son, to make you two proud. Elise was part of that. He thought she was the kind of girl you’d want him to be with.”

“Oh good lord,” says Mitsy, shaking her head. “No, I even told him not to marry her. Told him it wasn’t too late to back out. He never said a bad word about her, but I could tell she was making him miserable.”

“I offered to send him to India, to clear out while we cancelled the wedding and sent back the gifts,” says Ed.

Jarvis reading out the evidence to Hamiltons,
texts Asia. I relay the message to the Pierces. We’re all kind of holding our breath.

“No, I’m sorry Elise had to die. But Corbin is my son and I want to see him happy. So I’m glad she’s gone.” Mitsy is looking at me slightly defiantly, like she expects a challenge, but no, I’m glad she’s gone, too. So I just nod. “It’s better for the baby,” she continues, clapping Maeve’s hands together.

Mr.Hamilton just threw a punch at Jarvis! Corbin stopped him. awesome.
I relay that text as well and we all laugh nervously.

She’s all “LIES!” and “Where did you get this?!” I hope to hell she thinks I’m just taking notes or I’ll need a bodyguard.

“I told Jarvis to keep Ms. Johnson’s name completely out of this. Because she
would
need a bodyguard,” says Ed. I can believe it, that woman is evil.

I keep checking my phone, thinking I’m missing texts, but an hour goes by with no more from Asia. Ed had gotten bored with playing on the floor and is thumbing through his phone on the window seat. Mitsy has read half the books in the playroom, but Maeve is alway happy to hear more, especially if they have Spot the Dog.

Finally the door bursts open and Corbin comes in, Asia right behind him. “Good news!” he says, grinning ear to ear. We all exhale, audibly.

“He wouldn’t let me spill the beans,” says Asia.

“The Hamiltons have agreed to drop the suit. We don’t show any of our gathered evidence to the police, they stay away from Maeve.”

“Completely?” I ask.

“No contact. If, after she turns eighteen, Maeve wants to contact them, that’s fine, but nothing until then. And hopefully not then.”

We all rush to hug him at once, congratulating and expressing relief. His parents pull back to let me have my own hug, though. His embrace is close, strong.

“Look!” Mitsy says.

We turn toward her and see that Maeve has begun making her way across the rug, calling “Da da da da” as she goes. Corbin drops down to meet her and she speeds up a little, uncertain though her crawling is. “Da da!” she says when she reaches him. “Dada!”

There’s no mistaking that for her random syllable babbling. My eyes tear up as I watch Corbin scoop his daughter in his arms and kiss her neck. Mitsy is crying openly and even Ed looks a little red-eyed.

Asia comes over to me and touches my arm. “Look,” she says, voice low, “I’m going to scoot, leave you guys to this. Corbin was
amazing
in there. You’re a lucky girl. Don’t fuck it up.”

“I’ll do my best,” I tell her, hugging her before she goes. “Stop in at the kitchen as you leave, Marta was going to have lunch ready.”

Our lunch is loud and happy. Marta and Connie agree to eat with us, everyone passing the food around laughing and telling stories. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of all of us. I’ve never seen Corbin more happy, he’s smiling from forehead to chin.

That evening, after Maeve has gone to sleep in the Pierce’s room, Corbin and I go out for a walk. The night is perfect as we stroll through the rows of grapes.

“You know what Maeve needs now?” asks Corbin, holding my hand.

“Yeah, a big slobbery dog and a half dozen chickens, we’ve been over this,” I tease.

“Well, yeah. She’ll get those, too. But in a couple of years maybe? She needs a little brother. Or sister. Maybe both.”

I’m not sure I’m breathing, so i just make a “Hmm” noise. Corbin stops and turns toward me.

“I’m serious, Vanessa. I can’t imagine going forward without you. I mean, I’ve only known you this short time and you are already an important part of my life, indispensible.”

“Aw, you’ll find a new nanny,” I say, trying to get to what he’s really saying without jumping to conclusions and looking like an idiot.

“Well, that part is going to be tough, but you know that’s not what I mean. I love you. Maeve loves you. I don’t want you to leave us.”

“Are you asking me to stay here even after school starts?”

“Yes. But more than that. I’m fucking it up, I know, but I’m trying to ask you to marry me.”

I’m speechless.

“No ring, I’m not down on one knee…that didn’t work out so well last time, so let’s do it our way–let’s just do it, just say yes.”

“Corbin, we hardly know one another. I love you, I do, but it’s not even been two months!”

“I know. But it feels like a trial by fire. You’re the one. I’ve known it all along but now I’m certain.”

“I want to say yes. But it feels too soon!”

“Then just say yes to me. And we don’t tell a soul until Christmas. When you see that it’s still the best idea I’ve ever had, we’ll announce it. And we’ll get married here on your spring break, when everything is green and in bloom. And then I’ll show you India.”

I feel my head nodding, like it had its own plan. I just go with it. “Yes. Then, yes.”

We don’t walk much more. Suddenly it seems really necessary to get back to my room. And with Maeve sleeping in the Pierce’s room in another wing, we don’t even have to worry about being quiet.

Epilogue

“Daddy! The goats are in the kitchen!” Maeve is standing in the doorway of my office, her hair a wild mass of black curls, dirt smudged on her face.

“Where’s your mom?” I ask, hoping I don’t have to go wrangle the goats, but knowing it’s not fair to expect my very pregnant wife to do it.

“She’s napping. Marta caught Spotty, but Brownie is too fast.”

I sigh and get up. The goats were a bad idea. I see that now. But they were
so
cute and Maeve was so delighted by them. Vanessa’s Grandma told me I was an idiot, in her charmingly blunt way. “Goats are nothing but devilment” was what she said and she was right. They spend their entire day trying to figure out how to get out of the pen that poor Rick repairs after each escape.

A bad idea.

Vanessa’s in her eighth month of pregnancy now. Soon we’ll have an infant as well as a three year old. We timed it so that the baby would be born near the start of summer break, but it means it’s already really hot when Vanessa’s really big. Beautiful, I swear, but…big. She says the kids in her class keep teasing her, saying she’s going to give birth to a full grown man. Connie swears the doctor is wrong and there’s a surprise twin in there. Vanessa tells her to bite her tongue.