Page 42 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

He runs a hand down his face. “You want to take them?”

“I think they’d like you to go with them.”

He sighs. “All right. I got time to take a shower?”

“They get out in about forty-five minutes.”

I watch him head into his bedroom and shut the bathroom door.

I unload the dishes while I wait.

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, I can’t help but glance down the hallway. I freeze what I’m doing and every muscle stills as he walks out in nothing but a towel wrapped low on his waist. Little beads of water drip down his rock-hard abs, and my mouth goes dry. I suck my lower lip between my teeth and imagine dragging my tongue along his taut skin to lap up those droplets.

My eyes rise over his body, and I realize he’s watching me. I flush a bright red and spin to the dishes, embarrassment flooding over me.

When he strides out of the room dressed, he’s on the phone.

“Yes, Mom. Okay. Yeah, we’re headed to get a tree after pickup, so we can meet you there. Love you, too. Bye.” He slides his phone into his pocket.

“My parents want to take the girls to the carnival they’re having in town. Are you okay if we go there, too?”

“Sure.” I don’t make eye contact, still embarrassed about my gawking.

Lucky takes my chin gently in his hand and tilts my face to his. “Grace, there’s no need for you to be embarrassed. You’re a beautiful woman, and I’ll never mind a beautiful woman looking at me the way you did.” He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip, and I can’t help but drag it into my mouth.

His swift intake of breath tells me he’s as aroused as I am.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I’m not sure what’s gotten into either of us, but before I know it, he’s lowered his lips to mine, and I’m wrapping my arms around his neck. Opening my mouth to him, he sweeps his tongue inside. We are both panting before I push him away.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—” I breathe.

“It was a joint effort,” he says.

“Still, it was a line I shouldn’t have crossed.”

“Grace—” he starts, but I cut him off.

“Let’s get the girls. I don’t want to be late.” I grab my purse and head out to the truck, trying to clear my head. What the hell was I thinking?

The truck shifts as Lucky climbs into his seat. He glances over at me, but we ride in silence. I think we’re both afraid of the consequences of taking our attraction any further.

It’s not long before we have two giggling girls chitchatting away about what kind of tree they’ll pick out.

“It has to be the tallest,” Poppy concludes.

“And the greenest with the loveliest branches,” Ella adds.

Lucky smiles in the rearview mirror. “Only the best for my girls.”

As we approach the carnival, l we can see the lights of the Ferris wheel towering above the other rides.

“I wish we could go to the carnival,” Poppy hints.

“Well, it just so happens Papa and Gigi are meeting us here to do just that.”

“Really, Daddy?” Ella asks.

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