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“Yes,” I agreed, and his nostrils flared. “I’ve said it to every man I’ve been with for the past two and a half months.”
“How does it normally work out for you?” His tone was so acidic, that if words were tangible, they would have fallen to the floor beneath us and burnt through to the ground.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve only been with one man during that time frame, so I’ll let you know how it goes later.” There, that had shocked him out of his composure. “I really wish you’d stayed a little longer that morning. I reached for you. It’s disconcerting to reach for a warm, sexy man and come up with cold sheets. I had plans…”
His tongue darted out and licked his full lips. Again, I thought of how good they’d look wrapped around my cock and nearly groaned out loud. How was I going to get any work done this afternoon knowing that those soft lips and that sweet, sweet ass were only a couple floors away? Fuck this afternoon, how was I ever going to get anything done? I might as well just turn my office into Porter’s Pleasure Den and invest heavily in some lube companies.
I was in the process of clearing my brain so that I could act like a decent human being and not a hormone-driven Neanderthal when Michael asked breathlessly, “What kind of things?”
My cock twitched, and I gave up that fight. “I wanted more of you, Michael. I want more of you still. I wanted to wake you up with my mouth on your cock, to bury myself deep inside you, your fingers clutching at the sheets before your brain even knows why.”
I could tell he was on the edge of something. Edge of what? Staying or running away? Before I lost him, I had to do something. I slid my chair around to his and kissed him. There was a frozen moment, and then he melted into me, just as sweetly as I remembered. It was torture to break away, but he wasn’t the only one who followed a plan. My brain had been working furiously since I saw that unforgettable ass the moment those elevator doors opened, and committing acts of public indecency was not on the schedule.
My lips brushed his as I whispered, “Go to dinner with me this week?”
It was comforting how fast he shot back his answer, with no thought or question at all. “Yes. When?”
Chapter Seventeen
Michael
A date. I was going on a date with the man who had filled my dreams and thoughts for the past two months—and my belly with a child, but I tried not to focus on that. I was already nervous without that being my predominant focus. Looking in the mirror, I decided good enough. I was wearing my best shirt, pants, and shoes, in which, if he took me anywhere like the place we went to lunch earlier in the week, I was completely underdressed. Thankfully, I still fit into all my normal clothes. I was already slightly showing since I was a little skinny in the first place, but my clothing was baggy enough to mask it, and it was at the point where it could look like I’d just had too much beer. I knew the baby was there, but no one else would unless I told them. My brother was already flaunting his baby bump all over social media. It was as awkward as you can imagine for me to know that we conceived on the same night. Not that he knew I was expecting. I needed to tell Porter first, and preferably before the baby was born. I needed to grow a pair. Come on, Michael, time to nut up.
The knock at my apartment door made the butterflies that were already causing chaos in my belly to amp up their game. This man had power over me, the extent of which I was scared to admit to myself. I grabbed my wallet and keys as I made my way to the door. Even if I wanted to invite him in, which I wasn’t against, all I had was one old upholstered chair in the living room and one plastic lawn chair in the kitchen. I intended to go look at local thrift stores but had yet to manage it.
“You look ravishing.” He stood before me as the door swung open, roses in hand, dressed more relaxed than normal, but still GQ-worthy.
“Says the smexy man in my doorway.” I took the proffered flowers, enjoying the look of shock on his face. “I love them.” Thankfully, they were in a vase already, which I discovered as I carefully unwrapped them. All I had was an empty milk jug waiting to be recycled, and they were far too beautiful for that.
“Why didn’t you come in?” I asked, perplexed that he stood just where I left him.
“One, you didn’t invite me.”
“Sorry. W-won’t you come in?” I stammered. Leave it to me to be rude to the one person I wanted to impress. “I haven’t had my own place in a long time. I tend to forget things like…you know…manners.”
“Oh, sexy, that was only number one.” That wasn’t the first time he called me that, yet it held all of the power it had the very first time. He thought I was beautiful. Me, the formerly underemployed, no-style man. Me. Maybe he needed glasses. Maybe he was blinded by the insane attraction we felt. I didn’t care the reason, only that he did.
“Two being that if I came in, we would miss our reservation.”
Yes, please.
“A little sure of yourself, aren’t you?” And the man had every reason to be. If he came in, things would get heated. When he had kissed me at lunch, all the feelings from our night together flooded my mind. It was no longer just a memory. I could close my eyes and feel his hands on me, his lips on me.
“Am I wrong?” He leaned into the doorway, wearing the cocky smile I loved so much. I wanted to close the distance between us and taste his lips. Who was I kidding? I wanted to taste all of him.
“No. No, you are not.” He barely held in his chuckle at my honesty. “Which makes you a very dangerous man, Mr. Dahl.”
“I told you before that you are safe with me.”
“My body is, of that I have no doubt. My heart… I have a feeling that is very much in jeopardy.” Which would be true under normal circumstances, but now that I was carrying his child, it became exponentially more so. Closing my eyes, I pulled on all my courage to tell him. Right here. Right now. Except that as I opened my eyes, his words had my knees about to cave.
“In this, you are not alone, love.” And with that he offered his arm, which I took without pause, all thoughts of confessing put on the back burner. “Shall we?”
And with that, we were off to a night of eating and dancing, all the dancing. We kissed. We laughed. We talked. The night was magical, and even though the guilt sat close to the surface, I ignored it. I wanted this one night. One night, and then I would tell him. It wasn’t like it was a secret I could keep for long. I just wanted one night to know what could’ve been for when reality slammed into me.
As he opened the car door for me when we left the restaurant, I once again took a detour from all the things I had mapped out for my life. “I don’t want to go home.” I sealed my words with a kiss before he swept me into the car.
“Then we will go to mine.”
