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“That can lead to some hot sex, Delilah. I’ve read a lot of nanny romances and oh my god.”

“Don’t put me into one of those books. I am taking care of a great little girl that needs me to be there completely, Allison. If anything happened, that would sabotage all the work I’ve done.” I stir my ice cream, losing my appetite the further this goes on. “I don’t work like the women in the books. I’m logical.”

“That’s what got you through college, Del. It’s an amazing trait of yours, but it’s time to live. You want this guy and I’d say he wants you. Why not have a little fun?”

“I value my careful way of living, Allison. I’m not doing that.”

“You have feelings for this guy, Delilah. Can’t run from them forever.”

CHAPTER 5

REJECTION

MILES

Iwatch her run away with my heart pounding and blood rushing to my cock at the thought of a kiss. A kiss.

Delilah is feisty, and she doesn’t stand down when she wants to make a point. At least, not until she realizes it’s turning into something else entirely. Hell, that even caught me off guard, but I have never wanted to kiss a woman so badly in my life.

What the fuck?

I hear her door close and take a deep breath, telling myself not to go to her. This needs to end right now and I grab some cold water, downing it to cool my heated skin.

“You can’t do this with Delilah. Andrew trusts you.” I close my eyes. “She’s good with Lola, even though I can’t tell her that.”

I find myself standing at her door, the silence of the hallway amplifying the wild thrum of my heartbeat. My hand hovers just inches from the wood, hesitating as every logical part of me screams to turn around, to walk away. But the memory of her—those fiery eyes challenging me, her lips parted in frustration—has a hold on me that I can’t break.

Before I can stop myself, I knock. The sound is soft, almost tentative, but it feels deafening in the stillness. The door opens, and there she is. Delilah. Her breath catches the moment she sees me, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and something else that sends a rush of heat through me.

We stand there, suspended in the tension, neither of us saying a word. My gaze falls to her lips—slightly parted, just like they were when we were arguing, but softer now, more vulnerable. Slowly, as if drawn by a force I can’t control, I reach up, my fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. My touch lingers, tracing the line of her jaw before I cup the side of her face.

She doesn’t move, her breath coming in shallow, shaky inhales as I step closer. Our bodies are almost touching, but it’s our faces that move even closer. Her eyes flutter shut as my forehead rests gently against hers, our noses brushing in a tender, hesitant moment of intimacy.

I feel her breath against my lips, warm and inviting. My other hand slides to her waist, pulling her just a fraction closer as we continue to breathe each other in. My nose nuzzles hers, a slow, gentle caress that sends a shiver down my spine. She tilts her head slightly, her lips just grazing mine, and it’s like an electric shock that jolts through both of us.

And then, finally, our lips meet—softly at first, just a tentative brush, exploring the unspoken connection between us. It’s slow, deliberate, each of us savoring the taste, the feel of the other, as if we’re afraid this moment could slip away if we rush it.

Slowly, I begin to suck on her tongue, enjoying the way she melts into me, her body pressing even closer as she surrenders to the sensation. Each gentle suction draws a quiet moan from her, the sound vibrating against my lips and making the connection between us even more intense. I relish every second.

Somehow things stop before getting too far and I stumble off to bed, tossing and turning as I play back the kiss.

I get up before my daughter and guzzle enough coffee to keep me going, planning to spend the day with Lola. My daughter.

My entire life.

When Lola wakes up, I get her dressed for the day and go into the kitchen for breakfast. I’ve been doing this for six months and it’s nothing new.

The knot in my stomach is new, and it tightens when I hear footsteps in the hall. I’m conflicted inside after the kiss and not sure how to act with Delilah today; I tell her I’ve got things handled without even making eye contact. I don’t want her to leave forever, but I just need Lola today.

I shouldn’t be surprised when Delilah leaves, but I’m also not relieved. Last night was intense and there’s no denying it.

Lola eats and talks about everything and nothing as I smile at her, not catching everything.

My phone rings in a couple of hours and I grab it since Lola is playing.

“Hey Andrew.”

“Good morning, Miles. You sound chipper. Feel like hitting the gym for a while? I can feel the restlessness kicking in.”

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