“I hope you know that I do want more,” he adds with a wince of pain in his expression. “You have no idea how much I want. But I don’t trust myself. Because once I go further, it will be a slippery slope. First, I’ll touch you. Then I’ll taste you. Then I’ll fuck you. And all the rules we set out will be for nothing. We just have too much at stake. I’m sorry.” “We can have both, Jack,” I plead. “If we make it just physical, I know we can keep things just like this. In the daytime, I’m your daughter’s nanny. At night, I can be more. I can be so much more, Jack.”
