a/n: Hello there. Welcome to 'The Confessions of a Nanny.' Thank you for coming to see what this little treat is all about. This story is new terrority for me and I'm a wee bit nervous, but I'm rolling wit it.

Of course, I got a few kicks in the ass to get this story going. The amazing ninapolitan, gave me her blessing on taking on a story idea that she had dibs on first and then gave me loads of advice after seeing the outline for this. I hope I do her proud. tby789 has given me constant encouragement and expert eyes…plus, she loves Rob *almost* as much as me. Most importantly, my beautiful and talented antiaol, who has lovingly agreed to join me on this ride and beta for me. She has already proven to me to be my biggest cheerleader and an awesome friend. 3 you BB.

For those of you that read, 'Return To Sender,' thank you for checking out something new from me. I must forewarn you; this is very different and will have a much more mature theme. By mature theme, I mean…there's going to be a whole lotta lemony goodness going on. It's a fun story…and yes there IS a story and not just smut…but I just wanted everyone to be prepared.

Prologue-Confessions of a Nanny

confession-(noun) acknowledgment or disclosure of sin or sinfulness.

I needed a distraction.

With a deep breath, I walked into the kitchen and found a sink full of dishes. Perfect.

I turned on the faucet and put on a pair of yellow rubber gloves. Before I knew it, I was elbow deep in soap suds, scrubbing at a plate and completely lost in my thoughts.

Maybe he just didn't want me. I tried over and over again, only to get shot down. I was sure that tonight would send him over the edge, seeing me with another guy, but evidently it didn't. Was this even worth it anymore?

Footsteps coming down the hallway brought me out of my trance. I shook my head, bringing myself back to the task at hand and tried to refocus. I held the plate under the warm water, letting it run free of soap and bubbles and tried to ignore the fact that I knew he was probably coming to the kitchen as well.

Tiny bubbles floated into the air and danced around. With a soft blow from my mouth to the bubbles, they carelessly scattered.

"Bella…I…"

I turned around slowly, meeting his eyes; but as soon as I did, words escaped me. I turned again, returning to my dishes and hoping he would just let me be.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong... Those things... What I said...I didn't mean..." he said softly.

I nodded my head, letting him know I heard him, but was not ready to talk just yet. After a moment, I heard him move, walking slowly further into the kitchen.

I still wasn't ready to look at him. I knew if I did, I would lose any sense of control I was so desperately hanging on to.

Just as I was placing a glass into the drying rack, I felt him approach from behind.

Closer.

Closer.

So close.

My body attached itself to the heat coming off of him, willing me to lean back and surrender into him. I knew in my mind that I couldn't do that, but my body…my body was screaming at me something different.

"Bella," he whispered into the back of my neck, his breath hot with desire. "Tell me."

His hands circled my waist and I lost all resolve when he pulled me into him. His lips grazed my ear. "Tell me."

I was almost lightheaded, with his body melting into mine, his warm mouth breathing softly on my neck.

I needed to know.

"What do you want me to tell you?"

His grip around my waist tightened and he spun me around quickly to look at him, our faces now just inches apart. His eyes lingered over my face, settling on my mouth. He slowly and deliberately dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, sending the energy between us into a palpable desire.

Before I even knew what he was doing, he shifted me away from the sink and picked me up from the waist, lifting me onto the granite countertop. With his eyes still glued to mine, he placed his hands on my bare knees, carefully opening my legs. He stepped into me while slowly dragging his hands from my knees to my waist. He continued his movement up my side, increasing pressure while passing my breast and letting a thumb graze over the swell underneath it.

He still hadn't answered my question when his hands reached my neck and he intertwined his fingers behind it. He leaned forward slightly, "Tell me it's okay. I need you to say this is okay."

His eyes begged along with his voice and I didn't want this to go on any longer.

I grabbed his shirt in two fists with the soapy, yellow rubber gloves still on and yanked him forcefully towards me, our lips almost touching. "It's more than okay."

Our lips crashed into each other and my body felt like it went up in flames.

This is what I wanted.

This is what I had waited so long for.

It was going to be my bonus…my extra perk...for being the nanny.

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