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"Not get hurt? What did you think I invited you here for, Holly? Sex? A prolonged weekend of hedonism? Hell, I didn’t need to bring you to my home, introduce you to my son, for that."

"No, I—"

"Please go away."

"I can’t, Jack. Not until you hear me out. I behaved stupidly. I know that. But there are reasons. And I—"

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know. You’re forty. You’ve made it abundantly clear how you feel about our age difference. And I thought I’d made it abundantly clear that I don’t give a rat’s ass but you can’t seem to get past that."

"You don’t understand. There’s more."

"Nothing I’m interested in." He steeled his heart against her misty green gaze.

"You’ve got to listen to me."

"I don’t have to do anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of my animals."

He turned, but she grabbed his arm. A sizzling current traveled to his groin at her touch. She flung her arms around him, grabbed his cheeks and drew his lips to hers.

His memories soared to their first kiss in the elevator. She nibbled at his lower lip, then his upper, her tongue probing for entrance.

He granted it. Hell, he was still a man—a man in love with a woman. His body couldn’t help but respond to her physical presence.

He parted his lips and when her tongue touched his, he melted and his resolve disintegrated.

She tasted of vanilla cream and still a touch of lime. He devoured her mouth. His mind clouded, and energy—hot, raw, and primal—crackled between them.

He gripped her ass, squeezing, kneading, and forced her against the hardness beneath his jeans. Her tiny moans hummed against the back of his throat and he probed farther, deeper, until he was lost in the passion that had sizzled between them since their first meeting.

Then, from somewhere in a different dimension, a small voice broke through the haze.

"Holly! You came back!"

Jack ripped his mouth from Holly’s to stare at Sam. Holly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned.

"Why, hi there, Sam."

"You missed our ride yesterday."

"Yeah, I know. I’m sure sorry about that. Maybe we can go this afternoon."

"Holly, stop," Jack said. He would not allow her to get Sam’s hopes up again. He took a deep breath and willed his nerves to settle. Sam was the most important consideration. His only consideration.

Holly gazed up at him, her lips swollen and scarlet. Damn, she was beautiful. He wanted to grab her again and kiss her until he elicited a promise from her that she’d never leave them again.

But he’d be strong.

"Run along, Sam. Holly and I need to talk about grown up things."

"What kinds of things are those?"

"When you’re older, I’ll explain it. Go on now. Luisa should have lunch ready soon."

"But that’s why I came out here, Daddy. Lunch is on the table."

"Tell Luisa I’ll be a little late. You go on and eat."

"Okay." Sam trotted off. The kid never walked. He always trotted or ran. Jack smiled.


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