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“Pretty much. It was hard. My mom stepped in and helped a lot with raising Ivy when she was younger, and then I got a nanny. She’s my world. She knows that her mother left, but I’ve tried to make it clear that I love her more than enough to cover two parents and that the woman who birthed her was only that—a way for her to get into the world.”
“Jane has never tried to contact you or Ivy again?”
“No. I don’t know anything about her anymore. But it felt like the worst kind of betrayal for her to leave. How could she say she loved me and Ivy and then walk away and never look back?”
We are silent for a moment.
I run a hand over my face. “Shit, I’m sorry. That got really heavy.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for talking about your thoughts and emotions. I want to know anything you are willing to tell me,” Alice says.
Then, she extends her arm over to me and offers me the wineglass. I take it with a small smile and drink some before handing it back. She sits up, swinging her legs over the side until she’s facing me, both hands wrapped around her drink as she eyes me seriously. Her curly hair falls over one shoulder, and without thinking, I lean over slightly to brush it back. She freezes at the same time I do, my hand still touching her.
I watch as goose bumps break out along her skin from our point of contact. I want to touch them, read them like Braille and find the hidden message. I sit up slowly, knowing exactly what I’m about to do but powerless to stop it, no matter the implications it might have. All I know is what my head is commanding my body to do, and I follow it. My hand trails up her neck, feeling her pulse pound beneath my palm.
Her breath hitches, and I move closer.
My hand lands on her cheek, cradling it as I enter her personal space. She hasn’t moved, and I take it as a good sign. Her lips part on a gasp, and I can tell she’s as shocked as I am at what I’m doing. I could blame it on the wine or the fact that it’s been a long time for me, but honestly, I’m just not going to blame it on anything. I want to kiss a beautiful woman, and fuck the consequences.
I rub her bottom lip with my thumb before capturing it with my mouth. It’s … wonderful, better than I thought it would be, but the most surprising part is the way my chest warms and my head goes light.
What the hell is happening to me?
She doesn’t pull away, so I shift forward again, letting my free hand caress the back of her neck while testing the seam of her lips with my tongue. I want to touch everything she will give me. I want to experience all of Alice—and not just out here on these pool loungers. The thought scares me, and I pull back for a moment.
“What?” Alice whispers against me.
I stare at her, my eyes darting back and forth between her mouth and her eyes, trying to get a read on the situation. She lowers a bit, setting the wine on the ground before she moves to sit in my lap. The weight of her on top of me is like a bomb exploding. Instead of answering her, I kiss her again. My hands are roaming, and she’s pulling me closer, her tongue tasting me. I love every fucking second of it. I want to devour her, and I’m getting the feeling she would let me. Welcome it even.
She pushes me back, and I willingly go. The feel of her on my lap makes my cock jump in anticipation. Did I mention it had been a while? Her breasts push into my chest as she tilts forward to connect us again. I wrap my hands around her lower back, trying my damnedest to pull her closer and create a little friction where her ass rests on me.
“Mmm,” she moans as I drag her slowly over me.
Then, I do it again, just to hear that delicious noise come from her throat.
I can’t seem to get enough of her. We are sucking face in the evening light, like teenagers without a care in the world.
Until the opening of the patio door has everything in my brain screeching to a halt.
Ivy.
Alice tenses on top of me, and before my brain can even tell my body what to do, I’m lifting her off of my lap, swinging my legs around, and setting her beside me in one swift motion. She gasps as I let go of her—the rough dismount jarring her, no doubt. We both look at the door, where Ivy stands, staring at us.
I try to speak but can’t form words around the lump in my throat.
“What are you guys doing?” she asks.
Is that a note of suspicion I hear in her voice?
“Just talking, sweetie,” Alice answers quickly, a soft smile aimed at my daughter.
Why does that make me feel worse?
“Did you need something?” Alice asks.
There’s a pause as Ivy’s eyes dart between the two of us, and I have the urge to push Alice farther away from me.
What kind of a monster am I?I’m willing to eat her face, but I want to hide it when someone else might find out. Am I that messed up in the head?
She doesn’t deserve this. No, I was right to want to keep us platonic. But now, after tasting her and experiencing the way she makes me feel when she’s perched on top of me, soft and giving, a platonic relationship between us seems laughable.
I feel Alice ease away from me, and the lounger shifts as she pushes off of it to stand. Relief courses through me that she’s put some distance between us now.
“No. I just couldn’t find you,” Ivy says.
Alice walks toward her. I know I should be the one going to her, but that’s the whole reason I hired Alice—to be her nanny—right?
I run a hand through my hair as I listen to the door close behind them, and I let out a deep sigh.
What the fuck have I done?
