Kingpin’s Nanny: a Spicy Age Gap Grumpy-Sunshine Romance

Christmas Day

I wake to searing pleasure and an arm over my hips, holding me down. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I’m coming, ecstasy shattering through me like a wave.

Lucas.

My boss.

Another pulse sweeps down my shaking legs at that knowledge. This is the man I’ve wanted since we met, and he’s pressing kisses to the folds between my legs as I gain consciousness. I can only pant in glorious disbelief as he raises his head, then after leaving a kiss on my thigh, his stubble a rasp that sets off more little shocks of pleasure, he sits up.

“Good morning.” Lucas looks downright wicked in the shadows, silhouetted in black and white. He takes one of my legs and strokes his fingertips all the way up with a purr of admiration. Then my bottom is on his lap, I’m open for him, and he shoves his massive cock right in.

The sudden intrusion is a momentary pain, despite how sopping wet my pussy is, then it’s only bliss as he hammers into me. The angle is unbelievable, the helplessness and luxury of being on my back as he thrusts hard, taking what he needs, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s fast, or I’m still half in a dream state, because need tightens in me again immediately, and I’m lost to the sensation of him and me together.

“Give me another, little elf,” he growls, and then his hand is between my legs this time, stroking me, and with the feel of cock inside me, I’m shoved from all sides into orgasm.

I barely see Lucas’s fierce, tender expression through the dark and my own fog of pleasure, but his roar and unrestrained pounding tells me enough. For now. As things come back into focus, I swear I’m going to get my mouth on him and enjoy watching him fall apart while I watch.

Lucas presses a soft kiss to my ankle, then pulls me to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, wet heat dribbling down my inner thigh, and before I know it, we’re in his shower.

He washes me like I’m his favourite doll, tsking when I try to do anything myself, and lathering shower gel over my breasts more than strictly necessary to clean them. But he makes me feel dainty and cared for, and when he lathers shampoo in my hair, gently teasing out the tangles we put in last night, I melt. I only manage glancing touches of his magnificent naked body.

It’s only when he’s wrapped me up in a fluffy white towel that my brain wakes up.

“Ivy,” I say, horrified.

“Don’t worry.” He smiles with a knowing look, and my tummy flutters. My god, I will never get used to how miraculous Lucus’ smile is. “She knows what happens at Christmas. We’ve had a routine since she was old enough to be excited by Christmas, and it’s early. I woke you because I had to have more before I shared you for the day.”

He’s right. It’s only just seven and still dark outside when we creep downstairs. Ivy is sitting under the Christmas tree, examining a present. The Christmas tree lights are the only illumination, and she’s so cute. Warmth washes over me as I look at her. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I am sure this will be the best Christmas of my life.

“You didn’t peek at any of those without us, did you?” Lucas rumbles behind me.

Ivy looks up, bright and happy and innocent. “I was just looking.”

“Good.” Lucas leans in and touches me lightly on the cheek as he gives me a cup of coffee. His grey eyes gleam, and I can hardly believe it, but he’s smiling. Like this is his natural state, and all his grumpiness was a dream.

I take a sip of coffee, and it’s frothy milk and sweet with honey. Exactly as I like it.

“Now, shall we do presents?” He turns on a table light that glows a golden light in the living room. One hand catching mine and lacing our fingers, he sits onto the nearest sofa to the tree, and keeps our hands on his thigh, casually linked.

“Can I play Santa and give them out?” Ivy asks eagerly, bouncing on her heels.

Heat flushes into my cheeks. Playing Santa. Mm. Yes. Better that someone else does that, I think.

“You can be Santa,” Lucas replies with absolute calm, then glances across at me, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “Bella will be my little elf.”

We watch her indulgently from the sofa, our hands still interlocked, and the feeling that he won’t let me go is even more magic than the perfect Christmas vibes of the pine-scented tree, warmth and snuggly glow of the lights on inside and darkness beyond the closed curtains.

Ivy has noticed something is different, and keeps casting curious looks over her shoulder, as she chooses the first present, which is her largest one, of course. It’s gorgeously wrapped, and after obediently reading the card—from “Uncle Lucas”—Ivy rips off the paper with all the patience of a ravenous little tiger.

She gasps then squeals with delight when she finds it’s the stables for her toy unicorns that she’s been talking about since the summer, and opens it out fully, examining each piece. She might be the niece of a billionaire, but she’s not spoiled. Ivy appreciates everything she’s given.

Lucas and she clearly have a strict Christmas tradition, and it’s that presents are opened one at a time, each person in turn, and savoured. And wonderful though her first gift is, it can’t distract her from the others under the tree. After the initial thrill, Ivy scrambles back to her feet and selects another package.

Ivy gives Lucas the box I wrapped only a few days ago, shooting me lots of excited looks as she does so.

I watch his long, elegant fingers remove the ribbon, stroking it as he pulls it out. A frisson goes through me as I remember how he touched me last night. He was gentle and rough and if I sent Ivy to bed and put myself in ribbons I wonder if Lucas would undo me too?

“Billionaires are difficult to buy for,” I mutter.

Lucas stops his unwrapping, tips my chin with one finger and looks into my eyes, pinning me with his eyes that seem silver rather than steel now. “It’s a good thing that nannies are easy to buy for, then. We balance each other out.”

Warmth skitters over my skin.

Then he focuses back on his present, sliding out the picture frame, and I hold my breath.

He takes it in for a second, then traces the abstract design I painted on the edge with his thumb. It’s a picture I drew in black pen, at Ivy’s direction, and she coloured it in. It’s a knight in full armour, but instead of a horse, he has a train. And then there’s a little girl in a green dress—Ivy loves to lean into her name—and a woman. Me.

“Do you like it?” Ivy asks, her unicorns forgotten for now.

“I love it.” Lucas looks up.

She beams at him. “See, there’s you, and me, and Bella.”

“Is this me?” He points at the picture of a little girl, a teasing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“No, silly!” Ivy exclaims, and he laughs and pulls her onto his knee for a kiss. She hugs him back and for half a second I’m left out before Lucas hooks my shoulder and drags me in too.

“Thank you, both.” The sincerity in his words makes my heart feel six sizes too big for my chest.

“Now Bella’s gift!” Ivy is almost as impatient to give me my present as she is to open the rest of hers. “I’m going to get her the one from me!” She wriggles off Lucas’ lap and the moment is done, but it was still so sweet I could have a sugar high for days from it. Probably will.

“Uh-uh.” Lucas stops her in her tracks. “There’s one in white paper under the tree that’s for Bella. She’s having that first.”

“But—”

“No.”

It’s unbelievable how hot I find it when Lucas is stern.

The present is duly brought to me, and I thank Ivy as I take it. It’s wrapped in thick, expensive-looking paper with a snowflake pattern, and tied with a silver satin ribbon. I turn it over carefully in my hands. I can’t see a label.

“This is from me,” Lucas says.

“Just you?” I ask, a bit confused.

“Yes. I bought it a few weeks ago.”

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by that given his declarations last night, but I still am. He’s still my grumpy boss, after all.

Under the paper, it’s a large, flat jewellery box covered in fine white velvet. Even though Lucas is a serious-minded billionaire, I half expect it to be a joke as I open it, and that there will be two sticky pieces of popcorn and a plastic spoon, but there isn’t.

Instead, I gasp. There’s the most stunning necklace I’ve ever seen. Clear stones and platinum twinkle in the cosy Christmas lighting.

I stutter things about how amazing it is, and how grateful I am, and he shouldn’t have. Lucas brushes all that off and picks it up from the box. Sweeping my hair away from my neck, he lays the necklace on me and does the clasp, caressing my throat as he does.

It must look a bit much with my sweater and jeans, but I feel like a princess when I turn back and see the admiration in his eyes, and it sends a thrill down my spine. The way his gaze lingers on my chest says he wants to take me back to bed.

“Flawless diamonds for my flawless little elf,” he murmurs.

“I’m not⁠—”

“You are.”

Obviously, I’m not flawless, but I don’t argue more because I’m lucky. So, so lucky. He slings his arm over my shoulders as though this is the way we sit together all the time, and the necklace is a slight weight on my front that almost has symmetry. It’s a security I didn’t realise I wanted, wearing something Lucas gave me.

He leans in again. “It looks beautiful on you. But your real present is the baby.”

“What did you say?” Ivy demands, looking between us suspiciously.

“Just checking that Bella liked her gift,” Lucas replies easily as I blush Christmas-red.

There are more rounds of presents and whenever I lean forward too far, Lucas tucks me closer to him. Which is hardly a difficulty to cope with, so I lay my head on his shoulder. I receive a rainbow unicorn of my own from Ivy. I promise to play with her later. Then there are more gifts for Ivy than either of us, of course, including a tablet that Lucas has put a reading app on, and my heart fills at how good he is with her.

I’ve always liked Christmas for the sparkling lights in the depths of winter, and the ideal of family harmony. But I’ve never felt like I was part of that joy until now. The morning sunlight is peeking through the curtains by the time there’s wrapping paper scattered across the carpet, toys everywhere, and Lucas is on his second cup of black coffee.

Ivy has sobered as we’ve reached the end of the stack under the tree, and Lucas watches her, brows low.

“Don’t you like your presents?” Lucas asks.

“I do! I really do!” Ivy says quickly. “It’s just… Nothing.”

And that’s when I remember what she said, seemingly a lifetime ago, before I discovered Lucas had bought my evening as a camgirl. Ivy told me she wanted a father for Christmas.

My heart squeezes, because I had that feeling myself, every Christmas during my childhood. Every Christmas until this one, if I’m honest.

Ivy goes back to playing with the new unicorn toys, and I lean over to whisper into Lucas’ ear. “She said she wanted a dad.”