in her princess tent.”
“That’s fine. She’ll probably be out for a while. You can play if you want or hang out with us.”
Desi seems unsure until Lana says, “It’s okay to play. The grownups are talking boring stuff.”
Smiling now, she bounces on her heels. “I’ll be really quiet.”
I grin at where she tiptoes out of the room. “She’s a sweet kid.”
“She’s always been that way.”
“I’m sure you had something to do with it.”
Lana notices I’m a little closer and lowers her gaze. “Not really. I worked a lot. Her dad let her run wild. I don’t know how she turned out so sweet.”
“Must be natural, then,” I murmur, wanting a taste before someone else cockblocks this moment.
Lana lifts her lips to mine as if knowing we’re on a time limit. I’m relieved at how perfect she tastes. Just as I remembered.
Her hands slide around my waist, right over the bruised ribs. I flinch only the smallest amount. My mind remains focused on pressing issues like her sexy body trapped against mine and how sweet her tongue tastes. Lana, though, notices my reaction and backs away.
“I’m sorry,” she says, wearing flushed cheeks.
I reach out and stroke her jaw. “My nephew nailed me in the ribs. Nothing a little time won’t fix.”
“Why did he do that?”
“Because young men are stupid,” I say and cover her lips with mine.
Lana grips my black T-shirt and leans into the kiss. That night at the strip club, the heat between us felt like a mixture of the summer’s humidity, two shots of whiskey, and the sight of her stripped bare. I didn’t think the same feeling could hit me as hard today.
I was wrong.
LANA
I’ve never been a particularly sexual person. I certainly like fucking, but I don’t love it. I’m unaccustomed to the kind of lust I feel for Bronco. When his chocolate-colored eyes look at me, I struggle against the urge to rip off my clothes and tackle him. This lust isn’t me. Yet I’m so close to wanting him to fuck me right here in the nursery.
“Desi,” I say when I peel myself off him. “Sidonie, Summer, Bambi, Barbie, Mom.”
Bronco cocks an eyebrow, confused about why I’m listing names. I don’t know how he can seem so calm when he’s sporting an erection that I would very much like inside me.
“I’m thinking of all the people capable of walking in on us.”
His lips curve into a smile. “I’m not playing this smart, Lana. I had planned to be friendly, nothing more. Certainty didn’t want to cause trouble. Be smart with the woman with custody of my kid. Then you look at me, and I can’t think of anything except how good you taste.”
I step back and take a deep breath. “I’m not supposed to have sex for a few more weeks.”
“We’ll use that as an excuse to keep our hands to ourselves.”
“But there are other things we can do.”
“No,” he says, smile gone. “I’ve spent a long time fantasizing about you naked again.”
“It’s been less than a year.”
Bronco smirks. “When I want a woman, I get that woman. For me, waiting a month feels like an eternity.”
“Then why can’t I just get you off?” I whisper, glancing at the doorway since the voices downstairs have gotten louder.
“Because I don’t want you sucking me off like a hooker. I want access to everything.”
“Seems like you’re too greedy,” I mutter.
Bronco’s smile grows, revealing his perfect teeth. I noticed his sisters have straight white teeth too. They must spend a fortune at the dentist.
“You’re the mother of my youngest child. I can wait.”
I smooth out my shirt and sigh. “Selfish.”
“What?” he asks, chuckling as I walk out of the room.
I glance back at him and smile. “You didn’t ask if I wanted to wait. That’s because you’re the top president man and used to having everyone do your bidding.”
Bronco stops me on the walkway and then glances down at where Barbie exclaims, “I wouldn’t call him a bedwetter, but he pissed the bed a few times, sure.”
“Not everyone does my bidding,” Bronco mutters, grinning.
Sharing his smile, I rest my hand on the vest covering his chest. “I’m very glad you fucked me that night.”
His expression hardens, and I bet his dick does too. Before he complains, I turn and look toward the bedrooms on the other side of the walkway.
“Where is Desi at?”
Bronco gestures for me to follow him. We walk past two bedrooms with connecting bathrooms. The one on the left belongs to Summer, based on