Delinquent Daddy (Banks / Kincaid Family #2)(39)

"Well, that's not what's going to happen to you," Ellie interrupted, her skin going cold all over. But dear God. She hadn't expected her daughter to pull that kind of comment out of her hat.

"Why not?" Cassie asked, her jaw set and her eyes hard.

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"Because that's blackmail, and I won't allow it," Ellie said.

She quietly set her fork down as not to bring attention to the sudden shaking in her hands.

"What's blackmail?"

Ellie closed her eyes briefly. "It's using something against someone to get what you want," she answered, sending her daughter a warning look. "It's selfish and mean, and I'm not going to let you try it."

But Cassie looked determined, which caused a warning shot of fear to roar up the back of Ellie's spine.

"Why'd you keep my dad from me?"

"Cass—"

"Why?" Cassie screamed, stomping her foot.

"I don't know how to explain it to you," Ellie answered as honestly as she could. "But I was thinking about you when I made my decision. I did what I thought was best for the both of us at the time."

Cassie didn't understand that answer. She shook her head.

"No, you weren't. You weren't thinking about me. I hate you.

I want to go live with my dad." She spun around and clomped down the hall to her room, slamming the door once she reached it.

Tears clogging her lashes, Ellie reached across the table, stabbed Cassie's three green beans and jammed them into her mouth.

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Chapter Nine


Boston Robert Kincaid was the son of an astronaut.

The day Boston told Ellie this tidbit, she gave him her virginity. Those two details didn't have anything to do with one another, of course. She didn't sleep with him because of his slight claim to fame. No, it was more the fact that he'd opened up to her about a part of his life that had seduced her into giving him her body.

He wasn't sure why, but Boston had held himself back on their first few dates. He usually didn't exercise such restraint.

If he wanted a girl and knew she wanted him, he pursued relentlessly. But for some reason, it seemed important to hold off with Ellie. He craved her with every breath, so a lacking libido wasn't the problem. It just felt better to tease first, to put it off for as long as he could. And it wasn't just her he was teasing.

Torturing her with restraint was fun, sure. He loved to kiss her until she clung to him, breathing with this little catchy sound that drove him insane, and then he'd pull away, run his fingers over her face and tell her goodnight. She'd just stare at him with that confused, adorable, dazed look of hers, wondering why he'd stopped.

Oh, yeah, he liked to tease Ellie. But teasing himself was just about as fulfilling. Or testing himself, as he called it. He wanted her, wanted her more than he remembered wanting anyone. So, he tested himself, to see how far he could go before he couldn't hold back any longer.

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He lasted two months.

They went out on their chaste dates at least twice a week—usually more—and he always, always kissed her goodnight. The best part: he was the one who usually pulled away and ended the kisses. He started them, and he finished them. And afterward, Ellie was putty in his hands...until the afternoon she pushed him past his limits.

Walking hand in hand—and Boston was proud of the fact that he'd just gotten her used to holding his hand—he escorted her up to her dorm room. He stayed behind her, dipping his head and kissing the back of her shoulder as she unlocked her door. After peering inside and discovering her roommate was gone, she invited him in.

He had her on her bed about two seconds after the door was shut and locked behind them. Twenty minutes later, he pulled the brakes and stopped the kissing. But he couldn't seem to pull away and leave. So, they just stayed there together, wrapped around each other on her small single-sized bed, thoughtfully listening to each other's settling heartbeats.

Boston closed his eyes as he ran his fingers up and down her arm and reveled in the softness of her cheek on his chest.

As much as his dick throbbed, primed for action, he thought he could fall asleep there like that—it felt so good to simply hold her.

From the silence, Ellie said, "Tell me something about you.

Something no one else knows."

"You tell me something about you," he countered, not wanting to talk about himself.

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"I asked first," she pressed.

He grinned even as he sighed in disgust. The woman's stubbornness could frustrate him to no end, but it was one the things he liked best about her.

"I don't know," he started reluctantly. "I can't think of anything that at least one person doesn't know."

"Just tell me something...something that makes you unique."

"Oh, now wait a second. You want me to confess something embarrassing, don't you? Something like I wet my bed till I was thirteen."

"Did you?"

"No."