Page 107 of From the Start

I don’t remember much about my dad. Not only because he left when I was ten. But also because he wasn’t around before then. He certainly didn’t help Mom raise us boys. The last thing I want to be is him.

“Thanks, Slugger.”

“I…” She trails off to yawn.

I help her to her feet. “Come on. Time for bed. You’re exhausted.”

“You’re not going to leave, are you?”

I pinch her chin. “If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

She meets my gaze. Her light blue eyes sparkle but I’m uncertain whether the sparkle is anger or mirth.

“Fine. You can stay. But no sexy times.”

I smirk. “You can’t resist me.”

She snorts. “I think it’s you who can’t resist me.”

She walks toward the attached bathroom. “I need to get ready for bed.” She whips off her shirt, revealing a red lace bra.

My cock twitches and I groan. “Tease.”

“You’re the one who wants to stay,” she sings before shutting the door.

I rub a hand down my face as I try to get my cock under control. She said no sex, I remind it. She also threw her shirt at me and showed off her sexy bra, it reminds me. Good point.

I remove my shirt and jeans and crawl into bed. I find the remote control and switch on the television as I wait for Harper. Women always need loads of time to get ready for bed. Skincare regimes and I don’t know what.

I haven’t clicked through the first round of channels before Harper strolls out of the bathroom. My jaw drops to the floor and my cock springs into action when I get a look at what she’s wearing – a black satin nightgown. It’s floor length but when she moves the slit in the side showcases her leg from her ankle to her thigh.

“I thought you didn’t want to have sex,” I manage to croak out.

“Who said I want to have sex?”

I groan. “You can’t be serious. You can’t stroll into the bedroom wearing the sexiest nightgown in existence and expect me not to jump you.”

She sways from side to side, showing off that fucking tempting slit and I swear. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

Her nose wrinkles. “I don’t wear bras to bed. Too uncomfortable.”

“You’re not wearing panties.”

My cock is now fully erect and peaking from the top of my boxer shorts. It doesn’t give a smuggler’s hoot about my promise to keep my hands to myself. It wants to bury itself deep in her pussy and it wants it now. I don’t disagree.

“Get your sexy ass over here.”

She bats her eyelashes. “Or what?”

“Or I won’t make sure you’re quiet when you come.”

She hesitates and I realize I messed up by reminding her how her dad is in the bedroom two doors down.

I roll out of bed and prowl toward her. Her gaze dips to my cock and she licks her lips. It weeps in response.

“Slugger,” I growl as I draw my hands up the sides of the nightgown. She shivers in response. “You have three choices here.”

“What are they?” she asks when I pause.