If there was ever a rational part of my brain, it’s now dead and buried six feet under. My cock has taken over, and right now it’s screaming at me to kiss Elizabeth. To take her in my arms, feel her breasts crush against my chest, to put my lips to hers and see if she tastes as good as I think she will.It plays out before me, and I imagine her in my lap, legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my shirt over my head. My cock jumps at the thought, and I inch in closer and closer.Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. She’s Edward’s nanny and hasn’t even been here that long I’m already trying to make a move on her. But it’s not like she’s uninterested, and I can say by the way she’s biting her bottom lip and is moving toward me that she wants this too.We shouldn’t. We really fucking shouldn’t.But dammit, I’m tired of holding back, of going to bed alone. I’ve

I push Edward’s hair back, feeling bad that I forgot to take him for a haircut—again. It’s hard juggling everything, but now it should be easier. Elizabeth is here to help with housework, make dinner, and most of all, to care for the single most important person in my life.“Love you,” I whisper and kiss his forehead before quietly slipping out of his room. Light pours into the dark hall, coming from Elizabeth’s room. She’s sitting on her bed, with one hand pressed to her forehead and the other holding her mobile. I can say right away she’s upset.“Yes, I’m fully aware he needs that medication, but insurance denied it. I’ve been working on it and will pay out of pocket if I have to.” She pauses, listening to whoever is on the mobile. “Sure. If the doctor thinks he needs it, then yeah.” Another pause. I should go and not listen to her conversation, but I’m fighting hard against mys

I put my squad car in park and get out, stepping into the quiet night that surrounds my house. It’s been a long week, and I’m looking forward to having the weekend off. The living room light is on, and I can see the fuzzy outline of Elizabeth sitting on the couch through the sheer curtains.Several pumpkins and a few pots of mums are on the porch steps, and it looks like she and Edward finished putting up the little graveyard scene in the lawn today, finally decorating for Halloween. She’s been here for two weeks now, and we’ve fallen into a good routine.A good routine that involves awkwardly avoiding the very obvious fact that we’re both extremely attracted to each other.We eat meals together whenever I’m home, and on the nights the sky is clear, Elizabeth goes outside to look at the stars. I’ve joined her a few times, but it’s harder and harder to keep my hands to myself and my heart in my chest whenever I&rsqu

I zip up my coat, feeling chilled despite the warm sun beating down on me. Maybe I shouldn’t have ignored the fact that I woke up with a sore throat. But the day is over and I’m looking forward to going home and having dinner with Edward and Elizabeth.I call Maggie on the way and check on Bobby. He’s at their house and has been sleeping it off for hours. I remember the first time Tommy stayed with us while he and Morgan roomed together in college because his brother got himself into trouble with drinking. They’ve been trying to help Bobby get clean for so long. It’s starting to get hard to think he ever will.Elizabeth and Edward are outside when I get home, and she’s chasing him around like a zombie again. He fakes a fall, dramatically rolling through fallen leaves. Elizabeth sees me first and stops dragging one foot with her arms out in front of her. She smiles, and I have to work hard at ignoring the rush that goes through me, ma

Fuck. Me. I’m in trouble.It’s Friday night, and while I’m still not at one hundred percent, I agreed to go out with everyone to Getaway tonight. And I mean everyone. Phil and Declan are there already, of course. Morgan and Kara are going, as well as Maggie and Tommy. Maggie invited Elizabeth to hang out with her and her friend Jamie, and I can say Elizabeth’s looking forward to it.“Ready?” Elizabeth asks, coming down the stairs as if she has no idea she looks like a temptress. Swallowing hard, I shift my weight to hide my hardening cock. It’s going to be one hell of a night. She curled her hair and is wearing a simple, curve-hugging black dress and heels. My mind jumps ahead, and I imagine myself pushing her up against the wall. I can almost feel her legs around me as I inch the hem of her black dress up and over her ass.Dammit. Now I have an erection.“Just a second,” I mumble and go into the kitch