Page 83 of Play Book

“Hi,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Hi. You taste good.” I lightly cup her ass.

“New lip gloss.”

“I approve.”

Our mouths move together, and she slides her tongue against mine.

Fuck, this is so frustrating. I want to be alone with her, take her to bed and then curl up on the couch with dinner.

My cock is straining against my jeans when I hear a snort.

“Ew. Get a room.” Ally’s voice breaks us apart and I manage to tamp down my annoyance.

“Sorry. What’s up?”

“I need help with my history homework. I have to write a report on the Egyptians and make a presentation with illustrations and/or props.”

Fuck.

I have no idea how to help with that, but I can’t admit that.

“Go get your laptop and bring it out here,” I tell her.

“Can’t you come in my room?”

“No, I can’t. We have company and even if we didn’t, why would we sit in your room when we have the whole dining room table to spread out?”

She huffs away and Saylor giggles into her hand.

“What’s funny?”

“Did you have cockblocking Egyptian-themed dioramas on your bingo card?”

I snort. “I did not.”

“It’ll be fine. I can help with anything artistic.”

“I so appreciate that.”

By the time Ally comes back with her laptop and bookbag, my erection is mostly gone, and Saylor is puttering around in the kitchen.

“Does she have to be here?” Ally mutters, glancing in Saylor’s direction.

“She’s my girlfriend, so yes, she does.”

“Is she sleeping over?”

I hesitate.

We hadn’t talked about that yet and I don’t know the answer.

“Not tonight,” I say finally. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Whatever.” She opens the laptop that’s supplied by the school—for forty grand a year it’s the least they can do—and shows me the assignment.

This is complicated shit for an eleven-year-old, and I’m hopeful the new nanny is better at this than I am. I haven’t hired anyone yet, but I’ve done a handful of interviews and there are two possibilities.

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