In Deep with the Nanny

By Giselle Renarde

By day, she takes care of his kids. By night, she takes care of him. There are millions of reasons Theresa should keep her paws off single father Henry. For starters, he’s older than she is. In case that’s not enough, she’s been nanny to his boys since their mother ran off. Why does something so wrong feel so right?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Mar 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215627419

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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In Deep with the Nanny

Book 1

The Boss and the Nanny

By Giselle Renarde

Chapter One

In the Pool with the Nanny

Theresa crept downstairs, quiet as a mouse, trying to remember which step squeaked—the second or the third? She couldn’t jump over both of them, could she?

Well, she’d give it her best shot.

Anything was better than waking Henry and the boys at two in the morning, and having them race from their rooms to find her in the front hall wearing nothing but a towel.

Leaning into the bannister, Theresa heaved herself over two steps, landing on the bottom one with a dulcet thud.

As the naked pads of her feet met the hardwood, her towel untucked itself. Her breasts were the only things holding it up, and they weren’t much help.

Her towel dropped to the floor, leaving her completely nude at the base of the staircase.

Her heart hushed as she whipped around, looking up to the second floor. She had that eerie feeling, like someone was watching, but there was nobody up there. Her employer and his two boys were tucked into their respective beds, sawing logs. If she listened closely, she could hear their gentle breaths rising and falling.

Theresa picked up her towel and wrapped it around her bare body, then made her way to the kitchen. She flipped the lock on the sliding glass door, and then reached for the childproof latch.

The night was velvet-dark, but the pool had subtle lights shining up from the base.

It was actually kind of eerie.

Slipping from the air-conditioned kitchen into the backyard’s tepid humidity, Theresa crept across the stone patio. Finally, the whole pool to herself! Whenever she wanted to swim during the day, the boys had to come with her, and then she spent the whole time catering to their safety. She never got a chance to slip underwater and do laps.

As for the nudity? Well, that wasn’t really her style. She’d much rather wear her bathing suit, in case somebody spotted her, but she’d tossed it in the laundry and there was no way in hell she’d go into that scary basement at two in the morning.

She’d just have to settle for skinny dipping.

Gazing up at the fence to make sure no neighbours were watching, Theresa slowly unwrapped her towel. She folded it into a neat little bundle and set it on a deck chair, then covered her breasts with both hands.

The shimmer off the water danced against her light brown skin like rays of sunshine, beckoning her into the pool.

She took the stairs slowly, not because they were slippery—there was some kind of grit built into the lining—but because she didn’t want to create even the slightest splash.

The water felt warmer at night than it did during the day, probably because the air was cooler. She luxuriated in it. Her skin always felt sweaty when she was lying in bed.

All summer, she felt like her body was wrapped in a sheet of gross. The pool provided some relief.

When the warm water met her middle, she stifled a gasp. She’d gone a little crazy shaving her bikini line. In fact, there was no line left. No sign of a line. She’d shaved every trace of hair from her mound, and the pool’s touch was oddly like a lick, like a big wet tongue lapping her pussy.

God, she missed sex. It had been… how long? End of June, Zeke had broken up with her. He was going off to school in September, him and his scholarship. She knew it was for the best, but that didn’t stop her being mad as hell.

That’s why she’d come here to stay with Henry for the summer. Mira up and left him, abandoning the poor guy to raise their boys all on his own. Theresa probably should have taken Mira’s side, considering Mira was an old friend of her mother’s, but she felt sorry for Henry. He needed help.

And she was there to give it.

Theresa took another step down in the pool, and water gobbled at her belly. She opened her legs and touched between them underwater. Her pussy lips were wet as anything, and not just because she was standing in a pool. It was a different kind of wetness down there—a silky slickness that came with a pounding sort of throb.

Closing her eyes, she sank beneath the surface and swam until she reached the far wall. She popped up, trying not to make a sound, and then bobbed back underneath, swimming so close to the floor she had to be careful not to scratch her nipples on the lining.

It felt good to be in that safe space, that womb of water. No children shouting, no dishes to wash, just the slow rhythmic music of her heartbeat.

Once she’d done a few laps deep underwater, she rounded the sides. The lining there wasn’t gritty, but silky smooth. She traced her fingers along it as she swam. Everything was so calm, so peaceful, until she swam into the jet. It caught her off-guard, blasting her across the pool.

She struggled to the surface.

Stupid of her to be so shocked. She knew the jet was there. It’s not like she’d never felt its blast before. But tonight something about it intrigued her. Maybe she was just at that point of being sex-starved enough to try anything, but she wondered if… nah, she couldn’t do that, not even alone at two in the morning.

But once the thought had crossed her mind, she couldn’t un-think it. That blast of water was so forceful, so mean, that she just had to feel it