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“Listen, Mr. Hawkins—”
“Oh, I see, I’m ‘Mr. Hawkins’ when you’re embarrassed, but it’s ‘Oh, God, Caleb,’ when you’re fucking your hand?”
She snapped around to the cutting board. “We’re done having this conversation.”
Instinctively, I came up behind her and placed my hands on the counter in front of her. Her body was in between my arms as I hovered behind her small frame.
With my chest against her back, I whispered in her ear, “But it was just getting good.”
Her composure tensed almost immediately. I could physically feel the conflicting emotions radiating off her. They were mimicking mine, and like anything with her, I allowed my impulses to take control.
“What’s the matter, darlin’? Are you pissed that you thought I had a camera in your room? Or are you mad I still know that you think about me when you’re fucking that sweet little cunt of yours?”
The second her ass grazed my cock, she abruptly turned, and we locked eyes.
Her lips parted.
Her breathing hitched.
Her natural response to me was flowing out in tumultuous waves, and I couldn’t seem to get enough of it.
Our silence was deafening. Her penetrating gaze felt like an array of tiny razor blades on my skin, stabbing deep into my core and making me want to surrender all my restraints when it came to her.
She was still mine.
I knew that now more than ever before.
Jesus, she was beautiful.
She tried to break our connection, asking, “Why are you torturing me?”
“That’s not my intention.”
“What do you want, Caleb?”
“You in my bed.”
“It’s never going to happen again.”
“Don’t you want me to tuck you in at night?”
“Considering you don’t tuck in your own kids, why would I believe you?”
I growled, feeling her statement in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m serious—I’m just your nanny.”
“If that were true, your body wouldn’t be reacting to my touch the way it is right now.”
“It doesn’t matter what my body wants. I’m not that young girl I once was. I’m finally thinking with my head. I won’t ever go down that road with you again.”
“Are you trying to bait me?”
“No, but the truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Not as much as your lies do.”
—Evie—
