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he cried out when he collapsed to the floor of the porch under their weight.

      The front door opened and he looked up to find Belinda smiling down at him as Sabrina and Layla held him down while pinning him with what they thought were wrestling holds. Lamps flanking the door flattered her slender body in a pair of fitted jeans she’d paired with a chunky pullover. She’d also changed her hairstyle. Instead of the usual curly look it was smooth, the feathered ends curving under her chin and down around the nape of her neck.

      “Do you give up?” Layla shouted, tightening her headlock.

      “Yes!”

      “Count him out, Aunt Lindy!” Sabrina said excitedly.

      Playing along with her nieces, Belinda went to her knees and slapped the porch close to Griffin’s head. “One, two, three. You’re out!” The girls released Griffin, falling back and gasping in surprise when he reached for their aunt, pinning her under his body.

      Burying his face against the column of her scented neck, he pressed his mouth to the silken flesh. “Come with us this weekend,” he whispered near her ear.

      Belinda swallowed a moan. There was no way she could ignore the hard body molded to hers, the solid pressure of bulging muscle between Griffin’s thighs. She closed her eyes when a gush of moisture bathed the area between her legs.

      “I... I can’t.” She could hardly get the words out.

      “If you give her a headlock she’ll give up, Uncle Griff,” Layla suggested.

      Griffin eased his arm under Belinda’s neck. “Give up, baby,” he crooned for her ears only. “Are you coming with us?” he asked loud enough for his nieces to overhear his entreaty.

      “No-o-o-o!”

      Sabrina went to her knees. “Please, Aunt Lindy. Please come with us. Uncle Griff said we were going to have a movie night.”

      “Pul-eeese,” Layla moaned melodramatically.

      Belinda closed her eyes. Oh no! a silent voice shouted when Griffin ground his groin against hers. She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her—in front of their nieces no less. If she didn’t stop him, then she was going to embarrass herself. Her long-celibate body indicated that she was on the brink of climaxing.

      “Okay. I’ll go.”

      “Pinky swear?” Griffin asked, grinning triumphantly.

      She nodded. “Yes. Pinky swear.”

      Layla and Sabrina exchanged high fives as they turned to go back into the house to retrieve their overnight bags. They’d spent most of the afternoon exchanging text messages with their uncle to enlist his help in getting their aunt to join them for the weekend after she revealed she hadn’t planned to do anything but read and watch DVDs.

      As soon as the door banged behind them, Belinda said between clenched teeth, “Get the hell off me!”

      Griffin eased up, but not enough for Belinda to escape. He didn’t want to stand up until his erection went down. He hadn’t expected his body to betray him, nor had he expected Belinda’s response.

      “Watch your language, baby. You don’t want our children to grow up using foul language.”

      “They’ve heard worse,” she said flippantly, “and no doubt from their classmates.”

      “I know you hear it at the high school, but I’d prefer that Sabrina and Layla not hear it at home.”

      Belinda affected a facetious smile. “Please let me up, Griffin.”

      He smiled. “That’s better, darling.”

      Waiting until Griffin moved off her and helped her to her feet, Belinda caught the front of his sweatshirt. Standing on tiptoe, she thrust her face close to his. “If you ever hump me in front of the girls again I’ll hurt you, Griffin Rice.”

      Griffin winked at her. “Would you prefer that I hump you in private? I know I don’t appeal to you, but your body is saying something else.”

      Her fist tightened. “What exactly is my body saying?”

      “That regardless of how we may feel about each other, our bodies are in agreement.” He leaned in closer. “I could smell sex coming from your pores.”

      Belinda let her hand fall at the same time her jaw dropped. “How dare you! Your arrogance just supplanted whatever common sense—”

      “Cut the act, Belinda!” Griffin said angrily, cutting off her tirade. “It’s only a normal reaction between a man and woman, so don’t confuse sex and desire with love. I’m not in love with you, and I doubt whether you’ll ever be in love with me. Circumstances beyond our control have forced us into a situation we never would’ve or could’ve imagined. I didn’t ask to be a father but I intend to make the best of it, and if that means making sacrifices to keep my vow to my dead brother then I will.”

      “Pray tell, Griffin, just what are you sacrificing?”

      The seconds ticked off as he stared at the woman who intrigued him more than he wanted. The sexy godmother who made him want her when everything said that she was so wrong for him.

      “Having a normal relationship with a woman.”

      “Don’t you mean sleeping with other women?”

      “That, too.”

      “My heart bleeds for you, Griffin. If you think I’m going to become a replacement for your other women, then think again, mister. I don’t play house.”

      His eyebrows flickered. “Do you play at all?”

      “Yes,” she retorted. “What I do play is for keeps.”

      “If you play for keeps, then where is your so-called boyfriend?”

      Oh, you’re trying to be slick and get into my business, Belinda mused. “You’ll get to meet Raymond when he comes up from Florida this summer.”

      “Why do I have to wait for the summer?”

      “That’s when he’ll be able to get away.”

      “Don’t you mean that’s when he’ll be paroled?”

      “Oh, no you didn’t!”

      “Yes, I did, Belinda. Is your Raymond in a Florida jail? I’m asking because I don’t want that type of element around my daughters.”

      “Why are they always your daughters, Griffin?” Belinda shot back, the timbre of her voice escalating along with her temper. “Aren’t they also my children?”

      “I thought we now belong to both of you.”

      Belinda and Griffin spun around. They hadn’t heard Sabrina when she’d come out of the house. They were so busy going at each other that they hadn’t realized they weren’t alone.

      Belinda went over to hug her. “Of course you belong to both of us. You and Layla are my daughters.”

      “What about Uncle Griff?”

      “You’re his daughter, too.”

      “If that’s true, then why were you fighting?”

      “We weren’t fighting, sweetheart.”

      “It sounded to me as if you were fighting.”

      Belinda met Griffin’s knowing gaze over Sabrina’s head. As new parents they’d made an unforgivable faux pas—argue in front of their children. “There’re times when adults don’t agree with something, so it may sound as if we’re arguing. Your uncle and I love you and your sister. We made a promise to take care of you and make certain you’re safe. I’m going to ask you and Layla to be patient with us because we’re newbies playing mom and dad.”

      Sabrina

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