Delinquent Daddy (Banks / Kincaid Family #2)(42)

"I've never been anyone's first time before," he stated, only supporting her claim even more.

"Well, you're going to get an "I" for incomplete if you don't finish. Right now."

Smiling, Boston kissed her again and moved. He didn't get any "I"s that night. He finished just fine, four times in fact before he left Ellie's bed the next afternoon. It was his first night of marathon sex, but it certainly wasn't his last. With Ellie, he became an absolute nympho, wanting to bury himself inside her all the time.

Ten years later, the very memory of record-breaking sex with that woman could have him salivating in seconds.

"Bos? Yo, Boston. Earth calling."

Boston blinked and focused his attention on Cameron, who was sitting across the desk from him in Boston's office and 158

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staring at him as if he were insane, which obviously he was if all he could think about was Ellie.

For the past six years, he and Cameron had been partners in running their business, EarthNet, though to be fair, Cameron was the brains of the operation and Boston was technically only his attorney. But Cam tended to get irritable when Boston tried to call him boss, so they'd settled on the term partners, when in truth, all Boston handled was the legal end of things. Cam made the ultimate decisions.

"Dude, where were you?" Cam asked, frowning. "I've never seen you space off that bad before."

"Sorry," Boston mumbled and tried to remember what they were discussing. It was seven in the evening and he'd been stuck in this office since five thirty that morning, escaping for only fifteen minutes to fetch some food at noon.

He was starving, and horny, and didn't want to think about work.

"So...good daydream?" Cameron asked curiously.

Boston shifted, moving so Cam couldn't see his arousal, though he wasn't sure why he bothered. There was a desk between them, hiding anything embarrassing.

"Do you think wanting to see Cassie every weekend is asking for too much?" he wondered aloud, instead of spilling his secret memories.

"Every weekend?" Cameron asked, looking seriously thoughtful for a moment. Then, "Actually, yeah, I do."

Boston scowled and straightened. "Hey, you're supposed to be on my side here."

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"I am," Cameron argued. "But come on, Bos. What do you know about little girls?"

"I know Madison and Helena and Cheyenne's daughters love me." All his nieces and nephews loved their Uncle Boston.

"That's because you only play with them a few minutes when you see them," Cameron countered. "You don't take any of them home with you. You don't have to discipline them or provide for them, feed them, or clothe them. Face it, bud.

Neither of us have any idea what it takes to be a father.

That's why kids start as babies. They know as little about being a kid at that point as we know about being parents.

Ergo, we all learn and develop together. You don't just pick up a nine-year-old girl one day prepared to be a dad."

"Hey, it's not my fault I wasn't there—"

"I know," Cam said sadly. "But that's how it is, okay?

That's why I think you need a learn a little more about her and how to be a father before you can spend so much time with her."

"And how am I supposed to learn if I don't get to see her every weekend? Not being able to practice isn't going to help me learn squat, Banks."

"So, go over and spend time at her place, in her environment. Watch how her mother treats her and learn that way."

Boston nearly swallowed his tongue. There was no way, no how, he was going to spend that much time around Ellie.

He'd...well, he'd implode or something. Damn, he was already thinking about sex too much as it was.

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Scowling at Cameron for his logical advice, Boston shoved out of his chair and moved to the window, where he rested a shoulder on the curtain-lined frame.

"And...he takes up the Boston Kincaid moody pose," Cam murmured. He laced his fingers together and rested them on his stomach as if waiting for Boston to come back with a smart-mouthed comment.

But Boston ignored him. He stared out at a trio of women taking a smoke break in the parking lot. One lady had just lit up, and as she sucked in her first breath, a heady look of pure ecstasy crossed her face. Then she exhaled and her shoulders slumped, draining of tension. Smiling, she said something to her coworkers, making all three of them laugh.

Boston felt envy as he watched the relaxation seep into her.

"I think I should take up smoking," he announced.

Cameron arched a curious eyebrow. "So now you think you need a vice to help you with... What exactly do you need help with, Kincaid? You seem to be dealing with the fact that you've got a daughter pretty well to me. You like her, she likes you. And you haven't mentioned any problems getting around her mother..."

At Boston's sharp glance, Cam shut his mouth and stared.

Then a telling grin spread across his face. "Ah," he murmured, eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, it's your baby's mama bugging you, huh?"

"No," Boston bit out moodily and moved his shoulder in an antsy manner to find a more comfortable position where he leaned. But that didn't work. He still wanted to crawl out of his skin.