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His smile faltered as the words registered. It wasn’t a date. I was the nanny. Logan and I would never have a date.

I pushed through the unease and smiled back, jumped off the desk and kissed him. “You bet I will.”

Chapter 16

Logan

As soon as Ruby stepped into my office, I was sucked into a vortex, completely consumed with her. As soon as she said she didn’t care that she was my nanny, and that we could keep this thing between us just sex, a switch I hadn’t known that existed inside of me flipped on for the first time.

Maybe it was the fact she was younger. Maybe it was because she was my employee. But watching Ruby follow my commands, strip for me, and hold her dress and spread her legs all because I told her to?

It was the hottest sexual encounter of my life, and that had been before I touched her.

Now, I was standing there, staring at her, while we ate a real breakfast back in the kitchen and waited for Amelia to wake up.

I was simply going to ignore the fact I was fucking a woman I paid, in the house where my daughter slept. She’d never know. We’d be careful.

“You’re kidding me,” I told her. “After what we did in there and decided, you’re leaving?”

I had my finger shoved in the direction of my office.

Ruby reached across the island and pushed my arm down. “Calm yourself. I was planning on giving you and Amelia the weekend alone anyway.”

Well, yeah. That was always the plan. But that was before. Before I got lost in between her thighs and tasted her. If I didn’t have to be a dad, I would have spent all weekend doing that over and over and over again.

Now she was taking that away from me. I didn’t know whether to pout like a child not getting a toy or demand she stay. Given how well she obeyed earlier, I figured there was a fifty-fifty chance she would laugh in my face.

“You only have so many weekends with her, Logan.”

“I know that, but you said… wait. Are you sure that you’re okay with what happened? You’re not leaving to avoid this, are you?”

“No.” She laughed and shook her head. “And I know Jassen said on the phone that Molly’s feeling better, but they’re now apparently having some party.”

“Yeah.” Me and my big damn mouth. “That one’s on me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I asked Cole if anyone was getting together this weekend. Thought it’d be good for Amelia to meet other players’ and coaches’ kids before the season. He said he’d figure something out.”

“Well, then this is your own fault, isn’t it?” She wadded up her napkin and tossed it. I caught it easily and tossed it right back at her.

She batted it away.

“You can go over early on Monday to help set up or something.” I was starting to pout. How ridiculous. I’d gone seven months without sex and now I was whining because I wouldn’t get to eat pussy for three full days.

“I’ll go after lunch, and you’ll survive.”

She came to me then, glancing toward the stairs and the hall to double-check before she leaned in. “Is this okay?”

The kiss? The risk?

We’d said sex not playful kisses and teasing in my kitchen. I didn’t care.

“Yes,” I grunted and hauled her to me when her lips pressed against mine. “Leave me for the weekend if you must, but you better be prepared and rested up for when you get back Monday. I’m going to spend all weekend thinking of ways I can torture you for this.”

She shivered in my arms and winked. “Yes, sir.”

It was playful. It still stirred something in me. Made my dick perk up.

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