Page 28 of My (Mostly) Temporary Nanny (My (Mostly) Funny Romance 3)

I glanced at my phone and considered texting Jack. He’d given me his number for emergencies, and so far, neither of us had exchanged a single message.

I chewed my lip and typed up the text before I could chicken out. I sent “I’ve got some news to share. Might be best in person.”

I stuffed the phone in my pocket and wondered why I’d even bothered sending the text. After all, if I needed to tell him in person, why not just wait until he came home tonight?

Because you got a little thrill from texting him, dork.

I decided my inner voice was correct, but that didn’t help me feel any less irritated about it.21JackI stared at Nola’s text as I sat in my car. I’d re-read it about thirty times and confirmed that yes, it said exactly what I thought it said.

Nola (5:41 p.m.): I’ve got some nudes to share. Might be best in person.

Well, one thing was certain. Her message had the attention of my traitorous cock, which was already painfully swollen. I shifted in the seat and looked at the message again. What had come over her?

It felt like I was only hanging on to my resolution to do what was best for Ben by the thinnest of threads at this point. I swore, if I came home to find the kids sleeping and Nola standing naked in the doorway, I was going to break.

I considered texting her back to make sure she’d messaged the right person, but that only opened an even more dangerous door: jealousy. After all, how did I know Nola wasn’t quietly seeing some other guy? I had no fucking idea what she did with her spare time, and every day, that fact felt more unacceptable than the last.

I couldn’t let myself have her, but I could not let someone else have her, either.

It was idiotic and knowing so did nothing to assuage the pounding fury I felt at the idea of her with some other asshole.

Images of someone else’s hand running through her red hair haunted me as I drove home. I pictured her lips against someone else’s. Someone else’s hand squeezing her pale breasts.

And that was the beginning of a great mental restructuring.

Little by little, I moved things I’d considered non-negotiable into the “possibly negotiable” pile. I allowed that I would just as quickly lose Ben his nanny if she threw herself—and her apparent live nudes—at me and I refused her. Wouldn’t the only responsible thing to do in that case be to accept her advances?

Yes.

The only way I could save my son was to look at Nola’s naked body. No. It was more than that. I needed to thoroughly enjoy the sight of it. And I couldn’t stop there. I needed to prove to her I enjoyed the sight of it by doing the next natural thing. I’d need to carry her over my shoulder to my bed and fuck her the way she deserved to be fucked.

It was that simple, wasn’t it? The only way I could do the right thing was to rush home and sleep with my nanny so vigorously that it left no doubt I was having the night of my life.

My hands squeezed the steering wheel and my foot pressed harder on the pedal. I’d never been a man to turn away from duty before. Was I really going to start now, when it called the most strongly?

I’ve got some nudes to share. Might be best in person.

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. She was damn right. In person was going to be best. It was going to be so damn good it would burn.22NolaBen and Griff were making little figures out of clay quietly at the craft table when the front door burst open. I heard heavy footsteps and got up sharply. “Kids, stay there,” I whispered.

I grabbed a skillet from the kitchen and held it like a baseball bat as I crept around the corner toward the entrance to Jack’s apartment.

I saw Jack standing there in a suit and tie that was halfway undone. His hair was a mess and his forehead was beaded with sweat. His eyes were a little wild, too.

“Jack?” I asked, lowering the skillet as I approach. “Is everything okay?”

His eyes roamed me like he was looking for something. He spoke, and his voice was such a low rumble that I barely heard it. “Your text.”

I frowned at him. “Oh, God. Sorry, I didn’t realize it would freak you out that much. I mean, yeah. We could get into it right now but the kids… Should I tell them they can have a sleepover? That way we can have some privacy once they’re down.”

Jack glanced past me. “Absolutely. Privacy.”

I tilted my head. “You’re sure nothing is wrong? You look kind of… agitated.”

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