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That thought jolted me out of the kiss-induced stupor and I pulled back. I didn’t know this man, not really. I knew his first name was Brady and he did something with computers. I knew he cared for his niece after her parents died, but that was it. No last name, nothing important other than how his body felt beneath my hand.

This is the definition of a bad idea,I told myself and took a step back. “I should, um…good night.”

He smiled, and it was as if the kiss never ended because I could still feel his mouth on mine, his tongue devouring me. “Good night, Antonia.”

I opened my mouth to remind him that my name was Toni, but Brady put two fingers to my lips.

“I like Toni,” he purred. “But I like Antonia better.”

Holy. Shit. My tongue slipped out and slid against his fingertips and he pulled back as if my tongue had burned him.“Good to know.” With that I slipped into my bedroom and closed the door, pulse racing wildly at the hot as fuck exchange.

I enjoyed the moment. Enjoyed the memory of his mouth on mine and his hands on my body. Enjoyed the heavy lidded, lust filled look in his eyes when I licked his fingers.

And then I proceeded to freak the fuck out.

Chapter 9

Brady

Saturday morning arrived far too soon, but it was quiet, almost silent, as if I’m being punished for keeping my distance from Toni after that magnificent kiss that has plagued my thoughts and memories for the past few days. That kiss, the one that had sent me straight to the shower to take care of the aching weight in my balls.

I needed to keep my distance, I had to, because Toni worked for me and no matter what Sierra said, it was a recipe for disaster.

It had to be.

Right?

Even though I’d had a few days of distance, thoughts of her still stuck with me. The taste of her, the feel of her under my hands, it was all I thought about. It was becoming damn inconvenient, the way she weighed on my mind, plagued my thoughts like some kind of sorceress who had gripped me in her spell.

“Stop it,” I ordered and sat up in bed, looking around my darkened bedroom to make sure life as I knew it was still the same. Toni wasn’t beside me in bed, her curves weren’t pressed up against me and there was no lingering warmth to say she’dbeen here, which meant I needed to get my head screwed on straight.

Toni was. Never here, she was just on my mind. But today wasn’t about her, today was about…Layla.

“Shit.” It was the weekend and my plan had been to spend some quality time with my niece. Listening to Toni tell me that Layla felt unwanted had stuck with me, and it was on me—and no one else—to change her perception. That meant I had to get my shit together. Take a shower. Get dressed. Make a plan.

I would do all of that, as soon as I eased my mind of thoughts of Toni, which maybe included rubbing one out to the thought of those magnificent curves under my hand, her pliant kisses and soft moans that kept me hard for hours, days on end. Thirty minutes later I felt mostly human as I emerged from the shower dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, ready to spend a day with a seven year old.

Layla was, of course, in the kitchen with a bowl of granola, yogurt and fresh fruit in front of her. She had her tablet in hand as well. She looked up at me without a hint of emotion.

“Morning, Uncle Brady.”

I didn’t flinch at her subdued greeting, instead I smacked a smile on my face. “Good morning, Niece Layla. How’s it going?”

She looked up at me as if I’d lost my mind. “Um, fine?”

Okay. I wasn’t expecting a complete one-eighty after months of neglect, but I also wasn’t deterred. “Fine is a good start, but I think we can do better than that. What would you like to do today?”

She froze with her spoon halfway between her bowl and her mouth. “Do?” Layla nodded at her tablet with a frown. “Read, and maybe draw while you work. I’ll stay out of your way. Promise.”

At those words I did flinch. Was I really such a tyrant she thought I couldn’t be bothered at all?Yes, my conscienceanswered quickly. “Not today you won’t. And for the record, you aren’t a bother. Sometimes I just get lost in my work and forget about the world around me because I’ve never had to think about anyone else. But I’m working on it, okay?”

“Sure,” she shrugged.

“Today you and I are going to spend some time together, get to know each other. So I think you need to figure out what you want to do.”

Her blond brows furrowed deep in thought. “Mom always said that Texas has the best barbecue.”

“That’s a fact I can tell you is absolutely true,” I laughed and shook my head. “Our first meal will definitely be good old-fashioned Texas barbecue. Anything else?”

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