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She is pressed up right against me!

I don’t know what to do, but I can feel my body reacting to her. My muscles tense up a bit, while other parts of me tingle pleasantly and harden. I try to act naturally in hopes that I can get out of this without making it awkward.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just wanted to tease you about it. They’re nice! Honest! I think they are really pretty.”

“Really?” There is a note of vulnerability in her voice when she asks the question. I don’t know what or who has made her doubt herself in this way, and all I want to do is reassure her.

“Yes. They are sensual and tasteful at the same time.” I lose control of my words, her scent and the feel of her intoxicating me. It feels like I am breathing in fumes and losing my mind in the process. I can’t even hear what I’m saying.

So much for my chastised pep talk.

Allison looks at me. “Are you still teasing?”

My heart beats heavy in my throat. I feel it all over my body.

My mouth is dry. “I think you might be the one teasing me.”

Allison inhales sharply. I’m not sure I’m inhaling at all.

I don’t know who leans in first, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I finally get a taste of her.

A taste is not enough. With my hands on her hips, I deepen our kiss, pulling her into me and pressing my hardness into her.

Allie is soft and warm, and I couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Her soft gasps transform into moans that drive me out of my mind. My hands begin a journey, the left moving from her hips to run across the nape of her neck as I taste her lips over and over, running across them in a sensuous caress.

My hand plays with the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck, making her shiver and sending pleasant vibrations through her body and into the parts of me that are pressed against her. My right hand moves from her hips, to the small of her back before it returns to her side. My fingers move up her rib cage with tantalizing slowness until they finally cup her bust.

She feels impossibly soft in my hands, and I can feel every bit of her through her nightgown. I pluck gently at a nipple, drawing a tortured moan out of her.

Stopping this is the most difficult thing I have had to do, especially with her sinuous grinding into me as she moves with the natural rhythm of her pleasure, but I find the strength to separate my lips from hers.

“Why?” She protests, but I know she knows why. Because she doesn’t move closer, either. Her wide eyes are trained on me even as I pull away and climb off the bed.

You are Maddie’s godmother. And I’ll be damned if I ruin that because I can’t keep my hands to myself.

Chapter twelve

ALLISON

His hand runs over my skin, and his warm breath on the crook of my neck drives all coherent thought from my mind. When his hand dips lower to massage my stomach, I gasp because nothing has ever felt better than this. Soon after his hands reach that special button of mine and start to massage it, his lips follow the exact path they did; kissing down my torso until he finally settles between my legs.

Jacob.I think fondly, reminiscing about the last couple of days after our heated episode.

Jacob has remained the perfect gentleman, caring and attentive to both Maddie and me, calling us his girls any chance he gets. But since that day, he has taken a lot of care not to touch me in any way that could be misconstrued as anything other than innocent. Despite that or because of that, I can’t get him off my mind.

The amount of attention I pay him is so much that I catch myself watching him, especially when he is with Maddie. I can’tstop imagining things I know I shouldn’t be.It’s not my fault. He was the one who put my mind there!I defend myself internally, but it’s no use because I can’t escape my mind or the sensuous pictures it conjures to torture me.

I make a resolute decision to keep Jake out of my mind and turn my attention back to the person who has gotten almost every second of it for the last day. Maddie is decked out in a pink onesie. She looks every inch the princess I call her, but she has been anything but princess-like today; irritable and refusing all attention and care from me. It was a struggle getting her to cooperate long enough to give her a bath and now she is refusing even a single swallow of her food.

“Hey, baby. Do you want to eat yet?” I bring the bowl closer to her in hopes that she will take a spoonful at least, but like before she refuses, almost hitting the bowl out of my hand when her flailing limbs connect with it.

“Maddie, you’re going to have to eat eventually, so please do it sooner rather than later.” I sigh, tiredly. Neither Jacob nor I were able to get any sleep because she had fussed all night, and if she wasn’t sleeping, we couldn’t either. It had been a long night for the both of us, and this morning isn’t looking any better. “Baby, your uncle won’t be back until much later today so you’re going to have to help me out here.”

Just like before, Maddie ignores me completely in favor of tugging at her ear. Eventually, her screams become loud enough—and her face red enough—that I give up on the mushed breakfast. I take her out of her high chair and bounce her in my arms for a while, walking around the apartment to try and soothe her.

Exhaustion creeps up on me, even though tiredness seems to be nowhere in sight for Maddie.

A couple of hours later, though, it is clear that Maddie’s refusal to eat is not stemming from a desire to act out or frustrate me, but rather born of illness.

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