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“Shit, I’m sorry,” I say, knowing it’s not enough.
“I’m okay with it. I mean, I don’t have much of a relationship with my parents anymore, but…the more I think about it, the more I don’t mind it. I think I’m pretty happy just being an aunt. What about you? Do you want kids?”
I have thought about it, and I tell her the truth. “I’m neutral. I’d be happy with kids but just as happy to be the fun uncle.”
I can see you being a really fun uncle,” she says. “I bet Grace and Buck’s baby loves you.”
Thoughts of Buck and Grace’s little one, who’s about a year old now, fill my head. “She’s a cool baby.”
Charlotte tosses her head back and laughs. “How does a baby become cool?”
“I don’t know, just a vibe. She’s cool.”
“You’re funny.”
“And you’re cute as hell, Charlotte.”
She blushes, having been caught off guard by me.
“Too fast?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ve never been told that before. You give me goosebumps, Harley Wood.”
“Then let me warm you up,” I say, leaning in and taking her mouth in another warm, wet kiss.
“You’re really good at that. Your mouth makes me feel warm and tingly.”
All I can think of are the many ways that my mouth can make her even more warm and tingly, and it’s not from kissing her lips. I swear I can pick up the scent of her musk in the air as she idly rocks back and forth in the swivel barstool, studying me.
While I’m thinking of something to say and feeling like a tool for being silent, Charlotte rests her hand on my knee and slides off the barstool. “My clothes feel weird and itchy. I can’t keep them on anymore.”
“I like the sound of that,” I tease.
“I mean, I need to put on something comfy!” Charlotte replies with a laugh. “Just walking in the door requires me to change. Don’t you have that when you get home from work?”
I lean back and swivel around to watch her pad down the hallway. With her back to me, I reach down and adjust my cock. “Yeah, when I get home, I only want to shower, crack a beer, and watch the game.”
I move from the kitchen to the den and sprawl on the sofa.
“What game?” Charlotte calls out from her room, where she’s left the door open a crack.
The fact that I’m talking to her while she’s undressing makes my stiff cock all the more rigid.
“College football, mostly,” I say.
“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re a Buckeye!”
“O-H-I-O,” I chant.
“Oh god,” she moans.
The banter about the different schools we support takes my mind off my rock-hard cock, at least until she comes out of her room wearing a cropped hoodie and matching soft pink lounge shorts that put her curvy, long legs on full display.
Her hair is pulled up now, twisted on top of her head in a messy bun, with long tendrils falling out to frame her face. Her makeup has been washed off, and only a bit of gloss remains on her lips. Charlotte is gorgeous either way — she regularly rocks the professional look — but now she’s relaxed and unbelievably sexy. If this is who I’ll be coming home to every night, I’ve found my person.
“You put your hair up,” I comment.
She sits beside me on the sofa, fitting snugly against my side. She turns her head toward me and says, “That’s because I was hoping you would pull it down.”
