Release Date: December 12, 2019
Cover Design: LJ Anderson @ Mayhem Cover Creations
I will not sleep with my daughter’s new nanny, no matter how hot he is.
And boy is he. Preston Hawthorne looks like he’d be more at home on a Hollywood set than playing dress-up with my daughter. But he dotes on her, bringing a sense of calm and order to our home. And the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel is…unexpected. As if I might spontaneously combust.
I know better than to mix business with pleasure, and I certainly don’t fall for men who are nearly a decade younger than me. But the more time I spend with Preston, the more I’m tempted to break all my rules.
I need to start thinking more about my future and less about screwing my boss.
Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done. Especially when she’s doing yoga on the lawn and working ungodly hours to provide for her daughter. Not to mention, she’s successful, savvy, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
But I’m determined to finally finish my degree, and that means I have to keep my job. A relationship with Alexis Black is the last thing I need, even if she’s the only thing I want.
I shot him a sheepish grin. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not,” he rasped, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’re not?” I felt a little silly for repeating him, but it was as if all rational thought had fled my brain the moment I’d found myself tangled up in the hammock with him.
His blue eyes locked on mine. “No.”
One hand was tucked beneath his cheek, but he used the other to caress my face. He traced my jaw with his thumb before brushing it over my lips. I felt like I was locked in a dream, an alternate reality. And I wanted so badly to embrace it, to embrace him. I wanted to believe it was real.
“Kiss me,” I blurted.
His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, his breath feathering over my skin. He bypassed my lips, opting to place delicate kisses along the corners of my eyes, over my nose, on my cheeks. His touch was so light, so reverential. And I felt it all the way to the depth of my very being. I’d never felt more connected to someone.
I relaxed into his arms, reveling in the moment. It felt so decadent—to lie in a man’s arms without a care in the world. To be kissed and worshiped as if it were his sole purpose in life to cherish me.
Unlike any of the other men I’d been with, there was no rush. If anything, Preston seemed intent to slow down and savor the moment. And I found myself noticing more—the feel of his scruff against my skin. The way my nerve endings tingled, reaching out for him.
I was on the verge of begging him to kiss me when he finally slanted his lips over mine. My body hummed with excitement, but he continued to keep his movements slow. We sampled each other, our bodies forced together by the fabric of the hammock, making it feel like we were in a cocoon. Even when he teased the seam of my lips with his tongue, it was a languid movement. It felt like we had all the time in the world, and he wanted to spend it with me.
He didn’t push for more, and neither did I. Instead, we explored each other, our legs and tongues tangled together.
I could’ve stayed there all night. But then, I heard Sophia calling for me, and I bolted upright.
“Mommy?” Her voice was more insistent, and she sounded upset.
I rushed to find my footing, one of my feet getting stuck in the hammock. “I’m coming!”
Preston helped free me, only for me to fall flat on my face. I scrambled to my feet and rushed over to where Sophia was standing by the back door.
My heart was racing as I wrapped my arm around her. “I’m here, baby. What’s wrong?”
She sniffled. “I had a nightmare.”
Talk about a nightmare. I’d just experienced the most amazing kiss of my life—with my daughter’s nanny. My employee. A man who was nine years younger than me.
But overriding all of it was guilt. I hadn’t been there for my daughter when she needed me. When I should’ve been comforting her, I was making out with her nanny.
“It’s okay.” I held her close to me. “You’re okay. Why don’t we go inside and cuddle for a little bit?”
She nodded, allowing me to lead her toward the doors. “Mommy.” She sniffled. “Why is there grass on your shirt?”
I glanced down, brushing it off quickly. “I, um, was doing some yoga before bed.”
I could hear Preston’s quiet chuckle in the dark, could feel him watching me as I shut the glass door behind me. I shook my head, more at myself than him. This couldn’t happen again. But the way his low laughter threaded through my belly told me that would be easier said than done.
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Contemporary romance author, Jenna Hartley writes about strong, independent women and the men who dare to love them. Her characters aren’t perfect; they’re authentic. Her passion is to make their stories feel as real for readers as they do to her, infusing each one with sexy, sweet, and laughable moments that reflect real love.
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