Page 51 of Sinful Promise

But at this moment, what I want to do to her is about as far from platonic as you can get.

As if Emily can read where my thoughts are going, she snatches her hand away and clears her throat. “Come on, you just need a little pick me up.”

I guess the moment’s over.

I begrudgingly lift my head off of Emily’s lap and follow behind her into the kitchen while subtly adjusting my erection.

She grabs two glasses from the cupboard and loads them up with ice.

Watching her move around the kitchen in those tiny shorts that barely cover her ass is not helping the situation.

I quickly give my cock a squeeze, hoping to kill the ache, but it only makes it worse.

“Please tell me you’re going to add liquor to those glasses.” I slide onto one of the stools to hide how fucking turned on I am.

“You’re babysitting. You can have soda, and that’s it.”

“Going straight for the heavy stuff.”

Emily crosses over to the fridge and pulls out two cans of soda.

She sets the cans down on the island. “You’ll thank me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Well, I don’t think your brother would be very pleased to come home and find you drinking when you’re meant to be watching his children.”

I can’t help but notice that she’s refusing to look me in the eye.

Did I make her uncomfortable by how close we were on the couch?

Shit. I need to rectify this.

“I think you’ll find that I’m more fun when I’m drunk.” I reach for a can of soda and a glass.

“Says who?”

“Uh…Dimitri?”

“Dimitri is an unreliable source.” Emily laughs, opening up her own soda.

“I don’t remember the last time we actually had a drink together. Do you?”

“It was at Nina and Anton’s wedding.”

“Ah, yes, the infamous tequila debacle. What is it with you and tequila, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emily mutters, but her lips twitch with a hint of a smile.

“I guess you’ll just have to promise you’ll have a proper drink with me when I’m not watching the kids. And when I say proper, I mean bourbon.”

“Bourbon? It sounds like you just want to get me drunk.” Her eyes finally meet mine. “You’re not planning on taking advantage of me, are you, Danil?”

I don’t miss the way her eyes flick to my lips, and I automatically wet them with my tongue.

Maybe I didn’t make her uncomfortable after all. Maybe I turned her on…

“Do you want me to, Emily?” I lean forward, resting my forearms on the counter.

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