Nanny for the Panther Daddy

Liz leaned on the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest. A few stray curls shining bronze in the weak office light fell over her eyes. He tamped down the need to lick his way up her body.
She smiled slightly, and his desire multiplied. She was smart, sassy, snarky and absolutely perfect. Mine.
His panther purred again from her scent alone.
He glanced over her, examining her supple curves. The hair. The lips. The body. She was fucking beautiful.
And that stubborn stare she gave him? He was in deep trouble. But what he wanted was to be deep in her.
How in the world was he going to keep his hands off her?
He wasn't.