Page 21 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar

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Our eyes lock.

And then, I go for it.

I kiss her.

Soft, at first. Just the press of lips. A question.

She answers with a sigh that wraps around my bones like silk and anchors me to her mouth like a lifeline.

My hands hover, not daring to touch her until her fingers slide into the collar of my shirt and curl, pulling me closer.

Our mouths move in sync, exploring, tasting, teasing.

The churro cinnamon still lingers on her lips.

Sweet and addictive.

And suddenly, there’s nothing else in the world.

Just this kiss.

This woman.

This night.

And the wild, inescapable thought pounding behind my ribs as my Cougar growls into my mind. Just one word. And it changes everything.

Mine.

Chapter 7

Tamare

I shoot off a quick text message to my brother—just a pin and:

Tam

Don’t freak, I’m alive, just not on the couch tonight.

Because yeah. I’m following a gorgeous, mysterious man home.

And no, I’m not usually this reckless.

But somehow, with him, it doesn’t feel reckless.

It feels inevitable.

“Smart,” he murmurs when I tell him. “If he’s anything like a good brother should be, he’ll have a tracker on your phone, anyway.”

I smirk.

“He totally does.”

“Good. Now, I can give him my name?—”

He starts to say something else, but I cut him off.

“No,” I interrupt, soft but sure. “No names. Not tonight.”

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