His fingertips grazed up over my hips, and I realized that he was pulling up the T-shirt.

“Maybe that’s not what I want anymore.” His gravelly voice was filled with promise, and I immediately groaned at the rush of heat between my legs.

But I wasn’t fooled.

“You’re trying to distract me,” I assessed, although I didn’t mind it in the least.

His quiet laugh tickled my ear, but his hands continued to roam, and I let my head fall to the side, feeling him immediately bury his nose in my neck.

“What is that?” he asked, popping his head up.

I blinked as his attention shifted, the tingles his hands were bringing dissipating. I listened, hearing beeps and whistles, and I turned around, smiling.

“Favorites, retweets, replies,” I listed, gloating. “The sounds of victory.”

He pinned me with a familiar stubborn look, but I caught the hint of amusement underneath.

“Go finish your work.” I jerked my chin in the direction of the hallway. “You can thank me later.”

FOURTEEN

TYLER

When I was her age, twenty-three, she was twelve, for Christ’s sake.

Not to mention that Brynne would have my head – and deservedly so – if she ever found out about the things I was doing with Christian’s teacher.

What the fuck was the matter with me?

Every time I had the opportunity to take the high road in my personal life, I didn’t. I’d put my kid on the back burner for the sake of my career, and now I felt like I was taking advantage of a young woman.

Sure, she was just as complicated as I was and she gave as good as she got, but I’d learned to assess the road ahead before taking steps. With her, I had no idea what the next hour held, much less the next week or month.

She was unpredictable and entirely too addicting. It wasn’t so much the woman she tried to be that I liked but the girl she tried to hide. The one who needed to be held.

I sat at my desk, trying to work through the laundry list of e-mails I’d accumulated since leaving work yesterday as her music played in the background and she sang along a few feet away. Something about “drown” or “drowning.” It had been so long since I’d listened to music, but thanks to her and Christian, I was getting up to speed.

Despite the fact that I was swamped, as usual.

Production had stopped in Brazil due to rain, and a contract I’d already secured in Japan now had a lower bidder, so I was trying to put out fires, but my head just wasn’t in the game today.

The storm outside had lightened, but it was still too heavy to enjoy leaving the house.

Not that I wanted to anyway.

I glanced over, seeing Easton standing at the bookshelves in my office, the hem of my T-shirt rising up her thigh and over the curve of her ass as she reached to the third shelf.

Jesus.

I blinked and refocused on my computer screen, mentally hitting myself for inviting her in here. I didn’t want her to be bored, so I’d told her to hang out, grab a book, and read or work on the spare laptop if she needed.

However, she’d quickly turned into a woman on a mission, unable to resist alphabetizing my small personal library.

“This doesn’t drive you crazy?” she’d complained, wincing at the sight of my messy shelves. “This would drive me crazy.”

Yeah, so I let her off her leash to have at it.

As long as she didn’t incorporate the entire fucking Dewey Decimal System into her organization, I had no problem watching her cute little behind while she reached for books.

However, I wasn’t getting much done.

She’d been quiet, concentrating on her own work, but when a five-foot-seven brunette with gorgeous golden legs is crawling around on your floor, organizing stacks of books and looking cute as hell, watching her is an irresistible enjoyment.

“Are you almost finished?” She stood on the small ladder, reaching up and replacing the last few books.

I blinked, refocusing on my screen. “Not yet,” I answered. “About ten more e-mails to respond to.”

I wiggled my fingers, trying to remember what I needed to type and realizing I’d forgotten what the damn e-mail I needed to respond to had said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her stepping down from the ladder, barely making a sound.

“Tyler?”

I looked up, seeing her standing on the other side of my desk with a sweet look on her face. I narrowed my eyes.

What is she up to?

“I’m getting bored,” she said.

“The kitchen cabinets need organizing,” I shot back.

But she let out a sigh. “I think I’m just going to go take a bubble bath in your huge tub and wait for you,” she chirped. “And think about you. Maybe.”

I raised my eyes, swallowing down the thought of her wet and covered in suds.

“Sit down,” I commanded, pointing to the couch. “This was an hour’s worth of work that’s turned into two, because you’re distracting me.”

“You told me to come in here!”

“And you’re not taking a bath,” I shouted, ignoring her interruption, “because I’m going to damn well come with you, so don’t move! You understand?”

“I’m bored,” she repeated, “and I don’t like not to be doing things.”

“Tough.”

And I dropped my eyes back to the screen, typing I-have-no-idea-what just to get it done. My fingers worked without thinking, and I was probably coming off less polite than I normally made the effort to appear in my business communications, but there were better things to be doing.