Page 20 of Stealing Forever

Fifteen minutes later I’m dressed and ready for the day, the bathroom cleaner than it was. I push away the guilt aboutwhowas on my mind while I chased my release, though I’m not claiming to be a perfect man.

The glaring fact of the matter is I’m insanely attracted to Hailey. I can’t deny that she’s beautiful, nor should I have to. But I absolutely, under no circumstances, will fuck this up for Sailor. So I remind myselfagain, for the third time in five minutes, that she’s off-limits. That includes fantasizing about her.

What I just did in the bathroom—it’s a one-off.

It has to be.

As I descend the stairs, Hailey’s laughter—her genuine, pure elatement—echoes through my under-furnished home. The sound makes me freeze mid-step as it pierces me through the chest, immediately bringing a smile to my face.

When I round the corner, two sets of eyes snap at me. “Morning ladies.” I stop in front of Sailor, bending to press a kiss against the top of her head. “How’s everyone doing today?”

“Hailey made pancakes!” Sailor’s excitement carries through her voice, then she stuffs her mouth full of another bite of the syrup-doused pancake.

“I see that, they smell delicious.”

“Can I make you a plate?” Hailey moves around the counter and reaches for a clean dish for me before I can answer.

“I’m running late, but thank you. I’m just going to grab a protein shake.”Although, the only thing I’m hungry for, sweetheart, is you.

Walking around the opposite side of the counter, I reach into the top cabinet to grab a shaker bottle.

When I turn to grab some almond milk from the fridge, I don’t realize Hailey is standing so close, and my chest bumps into her shoulder. “Shit. Sorry!”

“I’m sorry!” she says at the same time, her cheeks growing rosy. “Let me make you a to-go box, that way if you’re hungry later, you’ll have something.” Hailey sidesteps and reaches into a different cabinet to grab a glass container. “I cut up some strawberries earlier, too.”

“You’re too good to us.”

She smiles, then seconds later we both reach for the refrigerator, and my hand covers hers as we both try to pull it open.

My skin against hers is electrifying, and I’m taken aback by the intense urge to tangle our fingers together just so I can make the feeling last longer.

“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!” She giggles. Stepping away from the fridge quickly, she turns to the kitchen island, and I close it. Without meaning to, my eyes trail her body, hugged perfectly by a light yellow shirt with flowers on it and tight jeans.

“All good.” I let out a strained chuckle, turning my attention elsewhere. The physical contactandthe view made my dick hard and now I’m thinking about her thighs wrapped around my head.Fuck. “On Saturday we’re having our team barbecue at the stadium at three. I’d love for Sailor to be there.”And you.“Think you could bring her for a bit?”

“Of course! Happy to.”

“Thanks.” What am I supposed to be doing right now?Oh, right. Protein shake.

Never grabbed the almond milk.

It’s a weird feeling—hard for me to tell what type of tension it is, at least from her.

Mine is pure, carnal need for this woman and I can’t explain why, all of a sudden, I’m feelingdesperatefor her.

Clearing my throat, I pull the stainless steel door open again. “Should be back early tonight. Hopefully.”

There’s a soft sound of a container lid hitting the counter as I pull out the half-gallon carton, letting the fridge slam once I’m out of the way.

With a rapid turn I take a step forward and immediately crash into Hailey, who’s bent over at the waist. As my semi-hard groin connects with her incredible ass, our bodies seem to fuse together like magnets. Hailey sucks in a sharp breath at the contact and on instinct, my free hand flies to her hip, gripping it tightly as she straightens.

For several long, torturous but incredible seconds, neither of us moves, and as subtly as possible, I breathe her in.

Wrong move, because it sends my dick into a full salute. With my shaft now completely poking into her in greeting, I’m forced to step back. Again, I clear my throat. “I’m so sorry.”

Emphasis on the so.Please don’t sue me for harassment I’m just so damn attracted to you I can’t fucking think straight.

The look on her face can only be described as horrified as her round, emerald eyes widen. “What? You are?”

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