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It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Thank you. I’m glad that you aren’t going to get all noble on me.” She let him set her down, but she still clung to his arms, clearly a little bit shaky. “Walker, how long have you wanted me?”

He closed his eyes, a rough sound escaping his mouth involuntarily. “Remember when the boys threw those water balloons at you?”

“They were always doing stuff like that. So no.”

“I do. It was two years ago. July. It was out here by the barn, and they absolutely ambushed you. Threw I don’t know, hell, it must’ve been ten water balloons at you using a slingshot. And they were gigantic. You were wearing a white T-shirt, and you were completely soaked. I could see through your shirt. You had a bra on but it wasn’t very thick. I could see your nipples. They were tight.” He was getting himself totally hard just talking about that. “And I told myself I was a cliché. Lusting after my nanny. That you’d be horrified if you knew.”

“I would’ve taken my clothes off then and there and begged you to take me,” she said.

“You had a boyfriend.”

“I would’ve had you. Believe me. I would have cheated on Chad without even thinking about it. You... You saw that. All you had to do was kiss me.”

“It was a little more than kissing.”

“Either way,” she said. “It was effective.” Her cheeks turned pink.

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing,” she said. “How much I want you. I just... I’ve had fantasies about you since I was eighteen.”

“Don’t tell me that,” he said. He took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of himself. “I mean, it’s hot. It’s really hot.”

“Why does it bother you?”

“Because it feeds into the whole thing.”

“Our age difference bothers you,” she said.

“And the power dynamic.”

She rolled her eyes. “Walker,” she said. “I take care ofyou.”

He couldn’t deny that. The way she said it made it seem so simple. Made it seem just fine.

“I have condoms,” she said.

“Shit. Where?”

“In the house. In my suitcase. I took his condoms. It was a little bit petty.”

“Thank God you’re petty,” he said.

He knew that he should give this some space. Hell, he figured he should probably try to be the gentleman that Frankie thought he might be.

But he was a man who hadn’t been with anyone in eight years. And he realized it never could have been with anybody but Frankie. He was glad it was going to be.

Frankie took his hand and led him back toward the house.

CHAPTER EIGHT

FRANKIE’SHEARTWASstill beating hard from her orgasm. If Walker had wondered whether or not she had long-held fantasies about him, that question was definitely thoroughly answered. She had never come so easily in her life. But with that hard body up against her, it had been too delicious to hold back.

She wanted him to touch her. She had seen the moment he looked down between them, looked at her. And she’d wanted to grab the fabric of her underwear and pull it to the side to give them more intimate contact, but she needed to hold on to him so that she wouldn’t fall.

She wanted to get her clothes off. And the faster they got to the house, the sooner that could happen.

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