I don’t have a ratty old T-shirt, so Levi loans me one of his. There are a few holes in the sleeves. It’s soft, obviously well-loved, and smells uniquely of him. The masculine aroma tickles my nose, and I try not to inhale a huge whiff, but my body responds to the scent like a lioness in heat.
Why do I have to be turned on by my boss, the grump of all grumps? Mr. Panty Thief himself.
What I wouldn’t give for a night off and out with friends. However, he’s made it clear that Sadie is off-limits. He only knows of her because I spilled the news about her living with the bratva.
Maybe it wasn’t entirely by accident. He’s been moody and grumpy.
What would it be like to have that energy surrounding me to protect me?
I sigh. It’s not something I should be thinking about. He’s my boss.
“What is it?” Levi asks. He must have heard me sigh, because I didn’t say anything. I keep painting the wall with the roller, trying to knock this room out fast. It’s not that I don’t enjoy painting, but the smell is strong, and I doubt it’s good for Amelia.
“Nothing,” I say dismissively. I’m not telling him what’s going through my head—how he stirs up feelings and desires that have been asleep since before I got married.
“It’s not nothing,” he says. His paintbrush smacks me on the ass.
“Hey, now!” I shriek.
Levi chuckles. “What? You don’t like a little color to your cheeks?”
My mouth drops. His kid is in the room! “Levi!” I gasp and widen my eyes.
Amelia is oblivious. She keeps painting the wall with her brush, the strokes wild and carefree. He didn’t give her much paint, though, so at least it’s not dripping. We’ll have to go over the area she paints with the roller.
“Relax,” he says, and steps closer.
I involuntarily shiver, hoping that he doesn’t know the effect he has on me.
“You stained my shirt,” I say, pretending to be offended.
“Myshirt,” he growls, and steps closer.
I can practically taste him. His lips are close to mine. It is technically his shirt, but I’m wearing it. “Mine now,” I say with a cocky grin.
He shakes his head and grabs and spanks my ass, his hand landing in wet paint. “You’re a brat. You know that?”
I laugh, surprised by the smack to my bottom. I didn’t expect that from him. The paintbrush was one thing, but his hand sends tingles through my entire body.
“What’d you expect?” I shrug like I don’t care. The smile I try to downplay, glancing away, turning my back to him. But I can’t wipe the grin away even as I try to think about anything else.
“I expect the nanny to obey me.” He pulls me against him.
I gasp when his cock bumps against me. I reach behind myself, needing proof that what I’m feeling isn’t the paintbrush handle and actually what I think.
“Woman,” he grunts, trying hard to control himself. “I swear if you continue …”
“You’ll what?” I spin around to face him, staring up into his darkened, heated gaze. I wait for his threat.
He glances down at my mouth, his eyes heavy, but he doesn’t lean in.
He doesn’t kiss me like I want. Maybe I should lean in and show him what I want.
But by the time I start to move onto my tiptoes, he pulls back, stepping away.
“I’ll finish up. Get Amelia showered and cleaned up for dinner.”
“Are you sure? I can finish helping.”