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Ineedto step back.
But something keeps me in place.
Whether it’s the fact she hasn’t bolted or her labored breaths or the sweet smell of her shampoo, I don’t know. But my legs feel physically incapable of moving.
Slowly, oh so slowly, she turns around, clutching the bag of oatmeal to her chest, and she looks up at me with those big dark eyes that make me want to do things to her. My tongue slides along my bottom lip and she bites hers. I groan from the tightness growing in my pants. She sucks in a breath, and without thinking of all the many reasons why I shouldn’t, I lean in inch by inch, giving her the chance to push me away or smack me across the face to tell me no. But she does none of those things. Instead, she meets me halfway. The moment our lips touch, it’s like the firing of the starting gun in a race.
The bag of oatmeal drops to the floor with a heavy thud. My hands are in her hair and her hands are wrapped around my waist. Our tongues meet, and at the taste of her, some part of my subconscious exhales as though it’s found what it’s been searching for all these months since we were first together.
When she feels my hard length push against her, she moans into my mouth and I can’t resist any longer. I need her. Here.Now.
I pull my hands from her hair and undo the buttons of her shirt, never letting my mouth leave hers. My cock is practically throbbing, desperate for some attention, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m getting off before her. I don’t know why she wouldn’t give me her number, but if it was because she wasn’t satisfied, I’m going to prove to her how wrong of a decision that was.
Once all the buttons of her shirt are undone and the fabric is splayed open, I bring my hands up to cover her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the lacy white bra. Her hand moves into the hair at the back of my head and tightens its hold when I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She lets out a breathy moan and I’m about to lower my mouth to her breast when the front doorbell sounds.
“You have to be shitting me.” My head falls forward, defeated. “Shit.”
Violet stills. “Who’s that?”
I don’t let her go, but I straighten to my full height. “That’ll be Lee. He’s giving me a lift, remember?”
Violet’s car needed to get some work done, so I offered to let her use my vehicle for the day since she promised Theo she’d take him across the bridge to Muir Woods. Lee doesn’t live far from me, so I asked him if he minded swinging by to get me.
“Oh my god.” She frantically buttons up her shirt.
“You might have to get it.” I gesture at the tent in my pants.
“This is bad. This is really bad,” she says as she rushes out of the pantry, smoothing her hair down.
I try to get my head in check, but my hard dick won’t listen. I think of dead puppies and Hannah giving birth to Theo—I was not prepared for that view—and that time in college when I played four really shitty games in a row, and finally the hardness subsides.
With a deep breath, I walk toward the front door. It’s closed, Lee having gone to wait in the car, I suppose, but Violet is standing near it, wringing her hands and looking at me as though she’s waiting for me to fire her on the spot.
“He said he’d wait in the car.”
“Listen, about what just—”
She holds up her hand. “We don’t need to discuss it. It shouldn’t have happened, and it won’t happen again.”
I bite back the urge to argue with her because she’s right. It shouldn’t happen again. It would only complicate things—for Theo and me.
So instead of saying what I really want to say, I nod, and without another word, I brush past her and make my way outside, where I flop into the back seat of Lee’s vehicle. “Sorry, guys. I was in the middle of something when you came. Didn’t see your text.”
Shayna gives me a funny look from the passenger seat.
“Something or someone?” Lee puts the vehicle in reverse and backs down the driveway.
“How’s it going with the new nanny anyway?” Shayna asks, turning in her seat to face me.
I blow out a breath and flop my head back against the seat. “I am an asshole, and I am thoroughly fucked.”
No need to expand on my statement. That about sums it up.
Twelve
Violet
The following morning, I’m up before Theo and in the kitchen again when Brady walks in, dressed in athletic pants and a T-shirt for another day of training camp. As uncomfortable as it is for us to be alone together, I have no choice. My job is to have breakfast ready for Theo when he wakes up.
