Billionaire's Jet Set Babies & The Nanny Bombshell: Billionaire's Jet Set Babies / The Nanny Bombshell. Michelle Celmer
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island off the coast of St. Augustine. Their time here was done. The king’s island even came equipped with a top-notch nanny for the twins, a nanny the king kept on staff for his grandchildren’s visits.
And yet, Seth was all the more determined than ever to keep Alexa with him, to win her over, to seduce her into his bed again and again until he worked this tenacious attraction out of their systems. He hadn’t yet attained that goal but was determined to keep her around until he succeeded.
The black bathing suit was more modest than the strings other women wore that barely held in the essentials. Still, there was no denying her sensuality. Halter neckline, plunging deeply until the top of her belly button ring showed.
A simple gold hoop.
His hands itched to grasp her hips and slide his fingers along the edges, slipping inside to feel the satiny slickness he knew waited right there. For him.
Splashing from the deep end snapped him back to reality. Damn, he seriously needed to rein in those kinds of thoughts out here in public. Even when they were alone. He needed to be patient. He didn’t want to spook her into bailing on this time they had together.
He thought back to how fast she’d retreated after their kiss. She’d been undeniably as turned on as he was and yet, she’d avoided him that morning as they’d prepared for the day. Although he thought he sensed a bit of softening in her stance as the day wore on. At breakfast he’d thought he caught her eyes lingering on him more than once. He could see the memory of their kiss written in her eyes as she stared at him with a mixture of confusion and attraction.
Shoving away from the bar, Seth strode alongside the pool toward Alexa. “Good afternoon, ladies.”
Jolted, she looked over at him. Her eyes widened and he could have sworn goose bumps of awareness rose along her arms. She yanked her crocheted cover-up off the glass-topped table and shrugged into it almost fast enough to hide her breasts beading with arousal. His own body throbbed in response, his hands aching to cradle each creamy globe in his palms.
“Seth, I didn’t expect you back this early.”
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Victoria gather her beach bag. “Since you’re done for the day, I take it my husband’s free, so if you’ll both excuse me…”
The woman made a smooth—and timely—exit.
Seth sank down into her vacated lounger beside Alexa as a teenager cannonballed into the deep end. “Did you and the babies have a good afternoon?”
“No problems or I would have called you. I wrote down everything the children ate and when they went to sleep. The pool time wore them out.” She toyed with the tie on her cover up—right between her breasts.
He forced his gaze to stay on her face. “I want you to extend your time with us for a couple more days.”
Her jaw went slack with surprise before she swallowed hard. “You want me to stay with you and the children?”
“Precisely.”
“My business is a small operation—”
“What about your partner?”
“I can’t dump everything on her indefinitely and still meet our obligations.”
His point exactly as for why hers wasn’t the company for Jansen Jets—hers wasn’t large enough and didn’t have adequate backup resources. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “I thought you were cleaning my plane to meet with me.”
“That certainly was my intent—and to impress you with A-1’s work.” She hugged her legs. “But I do clean other aircraft in addition to my obligations to office work.”
“That doesn’t leave much time for a private life.” Late day sun beating down on his head, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the lounger. He loosened his tie. God, he hated the constraining things.
“I’m investing in my future.”
“I understand completely.” His eyes gravitated toward his children, still sleeping peacefully in the playpen—Olivia on her tummy with her diapered butt up in the air, Owen on his back with his arms flung wide.
“You’ve achieved your goals. That’s admirable. I’m working on my dream now.” Determination coated each word as fully as the sunscreen covered her bared skin.
He really didn’t need to be thinking about her exposed body right now.
Already, he was on the edge of a new deal with Javier Cortez to supply charter jets for the royal Medinas. That huge boon would take his company to the next level and free him up to set up an entire volunteer, nonprofit foundation devoted to search and rescue operations. His first love, what had drawn him into flying in the first place. That love of flying had helped him develop and patent the airport security device that had made him a mint. Once he took his business to the next level, funding and overstretched government budgets wouldn’t be an issue…
So damn close to achieving all his business dreams.
Yet, still he was restless. “Let’s forget arguing about tomorrow and business. We can hash that out later. Right now, I’m off the clock. I want to make the most of our time left in St. Augustine tonight.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?” She eyed him suspiciously.
Had he imagined her softening on the all-business stance? There was only one way to find out.
Standing, he snagged his suit coat. “We’re going to spend the evening out.”
“With twins? Don’t you think breakfast was pushing our luck?”
He grinned, scooping up his groggy daughter. “Trust me. I can handle this.”
“All right, if you’re sure.”
“Absolutely.” He palmed his daughter’s back as she wriggled in his arms and tugged at his collar. “Wait until you see what I have planned. You’ll want to dress comfortably, though. And we should probably pack extra clothes for the kids in case they get dirty.”
Alexa pulled up alongside him, Owen in her arms. Seth reached for the door inside—
Until her gasp stopped him short.
“Did you forget something?” he asked.
When Alexa didn’t answer, he glanced and found her staring back at him with horror. What the hell? Except as she raised a shaking hand to point, he realized she wasn’t looking at him. Her attention was focused fully on Olivia.
More precisely, on Olivia’s bulging left nostril.
* * *
Sitting on the edge of the hotel sofa in their suite, Alexa struggled to contain the squirming little girl in her lap while pushing back the welling panic. The whole ride up in the elevator had been crazy, with Seth attempting to check his daughter’s nose and the child growing more agitated by the second.
How in the world had Olivia wedged something up her nostril? More importantly, what had she shoved into there?
Alexa winced at the baby’s bulging left nostril. She hadn’t taken her eyes off Olivia for a second during their time at the pool—except when Olivia had been sleeping. Had she woken up? Found something in the playpen? Perhaps something blew inside the pen with her?
Panic gripped her. What the hell had she been thinking, allowing herself to believe she could care for these two precious children? She willed herself to stop shaking and deal with the crisis at hand.
Seth knelt in front of her, trying to grasp his daughter’s head between his palms. “I can get this out if you will just hold her still long enough for me to push my thumb down the outside of her nose.”
“Believe me, I’m trying my best.” Alexa’s heart pumped as hard and fast as Olivia’s feet as the little girl screamed,