Nate Sullivan suppressed a moan as he watched his nanny, Megan Hayes, rock his son to sleep through the crack of the open door. He resisted the urge to rub his hand up and down his raging hard-on. Fuck.

The young woman was holding his son, for Christ’s sake, and he couldn’t control his dick. He should have turned her away when she'd shown up from the nanny agency four months ago. There was no way in hell she should be sitting in his house, tempting him every second of the day.

But she loved little Alex, and the child had adored her from the moment they'd seen each other. There'd been no question she was the right person to take care of his son right from the start.

He’d needed someone after his first two tries at finding a nanny had been terrible disasters. Those two young women had shown up with one thing on their minds—getting him to sleep with them. The first one had tried to seduce him the first day. At least the second nanny had waited a week before he'd come home to find her naked and spread eagle on the living room sofa. He hadn’t touched either one. They had both been pretty pissed at his rejection.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t even considered getting the first two nannies to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Desperation had made him stupid. The first thing they did was sell their stories to the tabloids. Now he had a reputation for hiring young ladies, sleeping with them, and then showing them the door.

The original agency he’d gone through wouldn’t deal with him after that. By the time he’d found one that would send over a new nanny, he’d just about given up hope he'd get back to work.

When he’d opened the door to find Megan standing there, he’d been on the verge of a breakdown. Little Alex had been inconsolable until she reached out for him, and he nuzzled against her neck.

Now the way his face lit up when she arrived every morning let Nate know she was exactly what his son needed since his mother, Shay, had overdosed six months ago. He just hadn’t expected to want her so badly every time he saw her. Hell, all he had to do was think about her and he was hard and ready to go.

His guilt over lusting after someone so soon after Shay died wasn’t as bad as he thought it should be. Things hadn’t been good with him and Shay for a long time, but he’d done all he could for her before she OD’d. He’d hoped they could be a family once Alex was born. Yet just another way he'd been foolish.

The worst of his struggle over his attraction to Megan occurred when he was at home with them and not on set shooting a scene for his television show, Rogue Cop. No, that wasn’t entirely true. Most days he wanted to get back home in time to watch her take the laundry out of the washer and bend over to put it into the dryer. Based on what she looked like in her little white shorts, he could just imagine what she would look like naked bent over in front of him. Part of him craved those feelings.

And those few times she'd hung around to eat with them or spent the night in the guest room, it had driven him crazy. He could smell vanilla coming off of her honey-blond hair every time she sat near him or passed by.

And the way she joked and laughed so easily just about had him coming in his pants. She was sweet, funny and gentle, all the things he'd never had with Alex's mother. All the things Alex's mother had never had.

But he'd let go of that ridiculous fairy tale when he'd become the spouse of an addict. He hadn't even considered hooking up with a woman until Megan had come into his life. Now he couldn't stop thinking about her soft laughter, the scent of her hair, and what it would feel like to press her into his mattress.

He couldn't stop himself from committing to memory the image of her in front of him even though it would torture him. Megan had rocked Alex to sleep and sat with him still cradled in her arms, her head resting on the back of the chair. Little Alex’s hand must have gripped the front of her shirt while he struggled against slumber because he still held the edge of the fabric. It was pulled down, exposing enough of her generous, milky white breast and pink lace bra to drive Nate mad.

He lived in a world where women with perfect tits threw themselves at him all the time. Megan’s were the only ones he wanted to bury his face between. Just the thought made him reach down to touch his dick and moan out loud before he could stop himself.

“Oh, Nate!” Megan pulled at her shirt, and his son’s fist landed on the fleece blanket she’d wrapped him in. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

The door felt cold against his hand as he pushed it open. Damn. His body temperature always got out of control around her. This had to stop.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, inhaling her vanilla scent mingled with baby powder. Crap. “Sorry. Got done early today. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh.” Her eyes darted around the room. “Uh, just let me put Alex in his crib and I’ll be on my way.”

“Can I see you for a minute before you go? I want to talk to you.” No he didn’t. He wanted to get her naked and taste every inch of her body.

What the hell was he thinking?

“Uh. Sure.” She set the baby in the crib and ran her hands down the front of her shorts. Today she was wearing pink ones. They matched her bra. He wondered if she’d done it on purpose.

Son of a bitch. “I’ll see you downstairs.”