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I sat back in the seat and shut off the part of my brain that was trying to tell me not to do it. We already crossed the line. I didn’t see any point in holding back and denying ourselves the pleasure we both wanted.

“You okay?” he asked when we came to a stoplight.

“I am.” I nodded. “Better than okay.”

ChapterEighteen

Cam

Iwoke up with Izzy’s head on my shoulder. I didn’t regret it. We both knew exactly what we were doing when we decided to have sex. We weren’t drunk. The attraction we felt for each other had been too much to resist. It didn’t matter that Ramsey didn’t approve of our relationship. We both knew what we wanted, and we went for it. I wasn’t going to Monday morning quarterback it.

She snuggled against me with her hair draped over my arm. I looked down into the face of the woman I had known for twenty years. There had always been a little something between us. I remembered the many times I caught her watching me when we were younger. Back then, she was way too young. I was in college, and she was in high school. She was jailbait.

But now, she was all woman. Every sensual curve, every inch of skin and those delicious lips. Last night was amazing. I wanted more. I felt like we barely scratched the surface of what could be. Fucking in the backseat of my car wasn’t exactly my smoothest move but the need was there. The need dictated we get it done right then and there.

I closed my eyes and remembered those first few seconds when I pushed inside her tight little body. The seatbelt buckle that had been digging into my hip was forgotten. There was only one thing I thought about the moment our bodies joined. I didn’t care that my legs were twisted up like pretzels and my neck was cockeyed. I could have been on a bed of glass, and I wouldn’t have felt a single slice. She felt too good.

Then there were the acrobatics performed in my bed when we got to my place. Just thinking about how good it felt to be over her and inside her tugged at my groin. My dick hardened, craving more of her. I would have loved to wake her up with a little morning delight, but in the bright light of day, my sins felt a little too highlighted. I needed to get my head around everything.

“Good morning,” she murmured.

I looked down at her and smiled. “Good morning.”

Guilt was making me feel weird. I didn’t want her to sense the awkwardness. The last thing I wanted her to do was regret what happened. I kissed her forehead. “I’m going to make some coffee.”

“Cam,” she said, stopping me.

“Yes?”

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

I forced a smile and schooled my expression. I did my best to hide the guilt. “Fine,” I told her. “I’m going to make some coffee. Maybe breakfast. Are you hungry?”

She smiled. “Unless you want me to call a cab. I don’t mind doing the walk of shame.”

“Hey,” I said, cupping her cheek. “There is no shame. Stay. You can take a shower if you want while I make us some breakfast. I don’t have anything pressing today. Do you need to be anywhere?”

She shook her head. “I’m sure Marmalade will visit one of his other mistresses for breakfast.”

I laughed. “Alright, then.”

I rolled out of bed, finding my briefs and tugging them on before going to the closet to find a pair of shorts to pull on. Typically, I wouldn’t care about running around in my underwear after a night with a woman. But this was different. This was Izzy. This was Ramsey’s little sister. My guilt was growing by the minute.

“I’ll leave you one of my shirts if you want to put it on for now,” I said and put it on the dresser.”

“Thank you,” she replied from the bed.

I took one last look at her, naked in my bed with her cheeks a little red from my five o’clock shadow. Her hair was an absolute mess and never looked sexier. She was smiling at me with a look that was very, very inviting. I could see the top of her breasts peeking out from under the sheet she held up to her.

“Enjoy your shower,” I murmured in a voice thick with desire.

I walked into the kitchen flooded with warm sunlight. I started some coffee and pulled out some eggs. I kept thinking about the naked woman in my bed. The temptation to go back to bed with her was strong. Maybe she was in the shower. Water sluicing over her naked body. She was right there for the taking but I couldn’t do it. I had to figure out what the hell I was doing with the woman. She wasn’t the kind of woman I could have sex with and never call or see again.

Izzy worked with me. Izzy was the aunt to my favorite little niece who wasn’t technically my niece, but still. How were we supposed to navigate this thing? What would Ramsey do if he found out? I suspected he might be okay with the two of us dating if he thought I was serious, but then again, Ramsey was finicky when it came to his sister. He seemed to have an idea about who the perfect man was for her, and I did not fit the bill. We had too much history between us. Ramsey knew how many women were in my past. He knew I wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. He wouldn’t want me messing with his little sister in any way, shape, or form.

I sipped coffee while cracking eggs into a bowl. My mind kept going to her. When I thought about everything that happened between us, and all the time we spent together in the lab talking about everything, it was hard to imagine finding another woman who could ever measure up. I thought about the way she could talk shop with me. She understood what I was doing better than anyone else. Not even Ramsey could really understand the technology. Izzy was funny and recognized when I was about to short-circuit. She pulled me back from the edge when I was ready to throw the computer out of the third-floor window of the lab.

I recognized it in her as well. I knew when she was struggling. I knew she liked to munch on peanuts when she was reading. She sucked them down with Diet Coke—not Pepsi. I learned that on day two. She had a little vein on the side of her head that really popped when she was frustrated. She said I had the same vein. I wasn’t sure about that, but it was how we monitored one another’s mood.

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