Page 41 of The Nanny and the Heartthrob

He shouldn’t like it. He shouldn’t like holding her in his arms and twisting her silky locks around his fingers. He shouldn’t crave the electricity crackling between them.

But he did.

He loved it.

She moaned against his mouth, and he couldn’t stop himself from having another lick. Their tongues met in a symphony of kisses and caresses. She tasted like an escape, a beautiful diversion.

The ultimate distraction.

She was the distraction he couldn’t afford. But he sure as hell wasn’t about to stop kissing her.

She threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “This is reckless,” she whispered.

He inhaled her cherry breath. “Do you like being reckless?”

She broke their kiss, held his gaze, and rocked her hips. “I do tonight.”

Game on.

He dipped his head and tasted the skin beneath her earlobe. “Nothing is off-limits.”

“And every terrible choice is the right choice,” she purred.

He stared down at her, ready to get back to kissing the dirty smirk off her face and start reckless make-out round two, when a high-pitched squeal popped their terrible-choices-or-bust bubble.

“O.M.G, Jude,” the drunk bride shrieked like she’d won the drunken bride lottery. “I figured out who Harper’s fiancé is!”

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