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Holding it there, I let Gannon’s body fill my mind. Those muscles, those tats, thoseeyes…
As I shuddered, feeling pleasure roll steadily over me and build with astonishing speed, my mind kept drifting to the man who was in bed just across the hall. A man who’d bought me a monkey and some ice cream. A man who’d made my cheeks hurt as we laughed more than I ever had before. A man who could look at me almost the same way he looked at a little boy who he openlyloved.
My hips lifted and pumped hard and fast, grinding myself against the toy, urging me higher until I had to grab a pillow to muffle my scream. Finally, I put the vibrator aside and lay there, as stunned by the orgasm as I was by therealization.
Could Gannon Forester actually be falling for me the way I was forhim?
Was that evenpossible?
I’d Googled Gannon a few days back, during some free time I’d had while Braiden napped. I’d found more than a few pictures of him with gorgeous, full-grown women on his arm. A few even showed him kissing some raving beauty. But in not one of those pictures did I see the face he showed his son andme.
Not one picture with adoring women gazing at him had him gazing back at them the way I caught him looking at me way more than onetime.
Did Gannon actually like me? Did he think of me as more than just a sex object, the way he seemed to have thought about all the otherwomen?
Or was I simply fooling myself about the wholething?
He was a man with great looks, charisma, money, and power, and he knew how to use those things to get what hewanted.
Did he merely want me and was he using his arsenal of traps and baits to get me where he wanted me--underneath him, in hisbed?
Heaven help me, I wanted that man more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. But I knew I couldn’t havehim.
Chapter13
Gannon
Isteppedout of the shower where, once again, I’d found myself fantasizing aboutBrooke.
When will I stop thinking about the babysitter thatway?
I couldn’t help myself, though. As I pulled on sweat pants and headed down the hall to make sure Braiden was still settled where I’d left him after our bedtime story, my thoughts drifted to the day at the zoo and the nice homey dinner of meatloaf and mashed potatoes that Brooke had showed me how to make, in between teaching me to multitask with an active toddler. Everything had been so easy. So relaxed. So utterlywonderful.
And it was all so completelyinnocent.
Walking side by side along the pathways of the zoo. Sitting across the dinner table from her, both of us giving Braiden bites of various foods. Both of us laughing at his silly faces as he tasted newthings.
The funny thing was that I knew Brooke was off-limits. And I tried hard to wrap my head around it. I also tried not to believe I saw in her eyes what I kept wanting to believe I wasseeing.
Braiden was fine, and I started back to my room, thinking of how Brooke looked at Braiden with love in her pretty blue eyes. And I could have sworn to the Almighty above, she looked at me with that same look in her innocenteyes.
Could she be falling forme?
And what if she was? Thenwhat?
Was I ready to be the man who deserved such a rare girl? Was I ready to put my roving ways behind me and settledown?
Because that’s what it would mean if I tried to make hermine.
I closed the door to my room and leaned back against it, lightly thudding my head against the wood in frustration. I knew Brad would only accept us being together if I made a real commitment to his baby sister. I knew he’d be watching out for her at all times and keeping his eye on me, making sure I wasn’t skirting around behind his sister’s back, hurtingher.
Could I put my past behind me and do right by the youngwoman?
I wasn’t sure about that. Not yet, anyway. And until I was certain, I had to keep my hands tomyself.
And what if I was misreading herlook?
What if she merely respected me and that’s why she looked at me the way she did? What if she was happy to see me doing more with my son and she simply found pleasure in that? What if she thought I was too old forher?
