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Instead of explaining my list to Aiden, I opt for a little redirection.

“You know, I would think that you of all people would not give me shit about something thatisn’t even happening. After what you went through with dating Olivia secretly because you were afraid of her big brother…”

He certainly doesn’t need to know about the way I can’t keep my eyes off her ass every time she walks away.

“I wouldn’t sayafraid,” he grumbles. “It was way more complicated than that.”

“It always is.” I shrug lightly. “I don’t even have any prospects for dating yet because I have so much to do at work. It’s going to be a while before I feel like I am not being squeezed to death by my new job.” That wasn’t a lie.

“I probably have some phone numbers of hot girls that live in the area. It’s not as if I’m using them anymore.”

I wrinkle my face, even though I can tell Aiden is kidding. “Dude. That is so gross.”

He grins. “I just feel like it should be more widely known that I used to be a man slut.”

I shake my head slowly. “I can’t believe you’re a father now.”

His expression turns dreamy. “Yeah. It’s pretty great. When I look at Maggie, my heart gets ten times bigger. I didn’t even know that I would feel so lucky. I wonder if this is what people from good families feel like their whole lives?”

I honestly would not know. It’s not as if I’m from a particularly loving family or anything. My mom is bitter. My dad was gone on various business trips most of my life up until he died. But I hold my tongue, because from what I’ve heard, Aiden’s childhood makes mine seem like a fucking walk in the park.

We turn around a corner and I see the pizza place at the end of the block. My pace slows, though. Aiden hasn’t really talked to me a lot about his and Eve’s family experience other than to say that it was dysfunctional. It makes my mostly fatherless childhood seem normal.

“Well… you have a bigger family now,” I say, with a shrug. “Eve, Olivia, your baby… me, the rest of the Morgans... For whatever we’re worth.”

As we walk into the pizza place, he rubs his hand over the nape of his neck. “Thanks, man.” He waits a beat before he changes the subject. “It smells good as fuck in here.”

For a split second, I’m talking to my dad. Just looking away, his face half hidden by shadow, he’s the spitting image of the man. Thomas Morgan might as well take the seat across from me, though Aiden never met him. I smile. “Yeah. I think I need an IPA and a slice of their meatiest meat pizza.”

Aiden nods and looks around. “That’s a good idea. Let me see if I can flag someone down…”

I breathe out slowly, trying to tell myself to relax and just enjoy some pizza with my brother. I’m the only one making this awkward and complicated, and it’s all in my head.

ChapterSeven

Eve

Carter isn’tright for me. He’s overbearing and bossy. He’s ten years older than me.

And he has an already complicated relationship with my brother Aiden. I don’t really want to compound any of that by having a fling with him. Really, I don’t.

Add that to the whole he’s-my-professor thing and it renders him untouchable. Which means, without a doubt, he is completely and utterly unfuckable. Unkissable. Unblowable.

All of the fucking above. Unfortunately.

But apparently, the news hasn’t spread to the pit of my stomach. Because at this very moment I’m sitting in class staring at him. Wondering just how it would be. Theitbeing sex, of course.

Would it be amazing? Would it be all I’ve ever fantasized about since I met him? What would his mouth feel like on my skin? How would his cock feel, sliding into me?

I shudder at the thought and slump down another inch in my chair, as Carter lectures the class on membrane trafficking. I’m not listening very closely, not at all.

Instead, I’m eyeing his physique. Carter is very tall. At least six foot three, if not taller. He’s also built like a tank, thick arms and weighty thighs. Right now he has on a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showcasing the dark amber skin of his muscular forearms, all taut and veiny. I swear, forearms have never been sexy to me before…

As he writes terminology down on the chalkboard, his forearms bare, his ass looking like a million bucks in his dark slacks… I can see why women swoon over forearms.

Violet leans over to me, whispering. “I don’t know how Dr. Morgan does it, but he makes slacks look super hot.”

Blushing a little, I shoot her a critical look. “Shhh.”

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