His Virgin Nanny

Once upon a time I didn’t know what I wanted …

Then I met Mary, my sister’s nanny. She didn’t act or speak or look like an innocent. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, I stopped caring about the difference in our ages. So I’m a little older. That just means I know how to take care of her the way a real man should. Mary is gorgeous, she’s smart, she’s made it pretty damn clear she’s in...