Page 32 of Tempt

But I wanted to play with her, to push her a little the way she’s been pushing me.

I strip out of my clothes. Instead of folding them, I toss my shirt, pants, and shorts in a pile on the floor and ignore my dick that was half hard until the second she dropped me for that phone.

I yank off my ring and set it on the vanity before I step into the shower and crank the dial as far as it will go.

I lower my head and brace my hands on the tile. The water can wash away the day, but it can’t wash away how I feel.

Who thefuckis Clay?

A boyfriend, maybe. A guy who matters to her, definitely.

It never occurred to me that she had someone in her life like that, and the idea burns me more than it should.

She knows me and my family. She knows where the Tupperware goes and which jam my kid likes on his toast and that I played Twister in college.

And what do I know about her?

Nothing.

Maybe we should keep it that way.

It’s none of my business who she spends time with when she’s not here as long as it doesn’t affect my kid.

She could be dating half the football team.

My lip curls at the thought.

Except…

She said a tattoo on her ass wouldn’t be seen by anyone. I assumed that meant she wasn’t with anyone in that way.

The idea was so fucking sexy I wanted to put it on her right there. To leave a mark for my eyes only, a secret between us she’d think of every time our eyes met.

Water washes in streams down my hair, into my eyes, off my chin.

All of that obscures the more important question: What would’ve happened if the phone hadn’t jarred me back to my senses?

She’s a student, and my nanny.

Months ago at that club, I saw her. Shiny hair, shinier lips, confidence in every step of her swaying hips.

I wanted to drag her against me, fit those sweating curves against my body.

Now, having her in my space, sex is on my mind all the damned time.

My cock rises up, evidence of what I’ve been battling this entire week.

I shake my head, sending water splattering on the shower door as I turn my back to the spray and take my cock in my hand.

I picture her bending over in the living room, her curved ass inches away.

Teasing me.

Tempting me.

My breath comes in shallow rasps.

No.

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