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He decided for me when, without saying a word, he banded his arm around my waist and tugged me closer, then pulled me up against him. I watched his face, waiting for him to open his eyes, but he didn’t. A faint grin curved his lips upward however.
A smiling, mostly asleep, naked Knox?
Impossible to resist.
I made my way lower in the blankets, rolled over him, and took his hardening dick in my mouth. In less than three seconds, he’d grown hard as a steel beam.
CHAPTER17
KNOX
After three rounds with Quincy, I should’ve slept like the dead.
I didn’t.
Tryst number three had been just as out of this world as the first two, but as soon as Quincy had dozed off and my orgasm bliss faded away, anxiety set in.
Two hours later, as the sky was starting to lighten, I was still lying in my bed, lost in worries, with Quincy a couple of inches away.
I couldn’t regret what I’d done, but I needed tonotdo it again. Sleeping with the nanny wasn’t okay. Yes, it was consensual. Yes, Quincy had initiated it, not me. But giving in wasn’t smart.
As a caretaker of my daughter, Quincy was a godsend. I couldn’t afford to screw that up in any way. I knew there was an end date of January, and I’d have to find a new caretaker by then, but right now, the less upheaval in Juniper’s and my life, the better. I was a man of routines, even though I worked for myself. Juniper and I were still establishing routines, and Quincy was part of them. A big, crucial part.
I couldn’t afford to have feelings screw anything up. Even if we were to agree this was just a convenient physical relationship with no future, feelings could get hurt.
I rolled away from Quincy, putting more space between us, hoping she wouldn’t notice. It would’ve helped if she’d gone back to her own bed afterward. This sharing my bed was too intimate. It made it seem like more than just physical from the get-go.
The room was light enough now I could see pretty well. Quincy could wake up any minute. With the thoughts that had been rolling through my mind, that could only be awkward.
After ensuring she was still asleep, I rolled off the mattress as noiselessly as possible. She didn’t stir, so I crept to my closet, pulled on some workout clothes, grabbed my running shoes, and exited the closet. My gaze automatically went to Quincy to make sure she was still asleep. I came to a full stop as I took in the sight of her.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
She faced this way, and the blankets had dipped to reveal her bare breasts and slim shoulders. Her blond hair splayed over the pillow like golden silk. Her face was peaceful, her long lashes resting on her pretty cheeks. She looked so fucking young.
Notlooked.Was. Shewasso fucking young.
The discomfort deep in my gut intensified.
Everything else aside, I was too old for her. Fourteen years was almost old enough for me to be her father, for fuck’s sake. She might say she didn’t care, but I sure as hell did. She hadn’t even hit her thirties yet. The thirties were when people settled in and really started to figure themselves out. Quincy still had so much of her future ahead of her, so much to figure out. I didn’t want to shut any of that down.
I made sure the monitor was on. Quincy was on Juniper duty, and I needed to get out of here.
After closing the bedroom door behind me, I went to the kitchen, put my shoes on, and took a windbreaker out of the coat closet. I walked down the hall to the nursery, cracked the door open to check on Juniper, and assured myself she was still sound asleep. I knew without a doubt that Quincy would handle her if she woke up. I closed the door again, headed back through the kitchen, and went outside.
Normally I worked out at the gym, but there had been no “normal” since Juniper had showed up, and I hadn’t exercised at all. I considered hitting it today, but being penned in had about as much appeal as letting a semitruck run me over. I needed air and space.
I locked the door and inhaled deeply, hoping for relief from the shit storm in my head. Oxygen did nothing for it. After stretching, I took off at a jog down the side of Lake Road. It didn’t take long for my lungs to complain, but it felt good in a punishing way. When I got to Henry’s and the intersection of Main Street, I kept going straight, avoiding the heart of town, toward the Honeysuckle Inn. I wasn’t going to stop by the inn that had been my home for three months, not at this hour and not when it was a safe bet Cash was there. I’d see Ava soon anyway.
At the driveway to the inn, I turned around, increasing my pace. The pain took my mind off my situation. This time when I hit Main, I turned right and ran toward the square. The time was only about six thirty a.m., but there were people out and about, most of them exercising or walking dogs.
I pushed myself to get to the far side of the square, my out-of-practice lungs screaming at me and my legs starting to shake. Worried I might embarrass myself if I didn’t rest, I headed toward one of the benches in the square and sat my sweaty, panting self down. I leaned over with my elbows on my thighs, thinking I was a dumb ass not only for sleeping with my nanny but also for trying to kill myself with hard exercise after weeks off. I let my head droop between my shoulders, too exhausted to people watch and not wanting to run into anyone I knew anyway.
I was starting to breathe evenly when I felt someone sit on the other end of the bench. My head still down, I caught sight of a jogger stroller with a toddler asleep in it. He had dark hair and cheeks as chubby as Juniper’s and couldn’t have been much older.
I straightened and glanced next to me, marginally surprised to see a young, fit guy instead of a woman.
“Hey,” he said with a friendly smile. “Want one?” He held out a full bottle of water, a half-full one in his other hand.
