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God, Nathan’s body felt good. Behind me, over me, beside me. I never wanted to move.
The banging grew louder and quicker, splitting into two fast-pounding knocks that echoed each other and rivaled in elevation. I faintly heard voices calling out.
My eyes flew to the clock on my nightstand.
“Shit,” I whispered, squirming out from under Nathan’s arm and scooting out of bed. “Shit! Wake up! My kids are home.” I spun around and gripped Nathan’s shoulder, giving him a shove while keeping my voice low and urgent. “Nathan!”
“Mm?” His eyes remained closed. He grabbed my pillow and pulled it against his chest, grumbling incoherently.
“Really?” I ripped it away from him, tossed it off the bed, and tugged on his arm as the banging on the door continued. He was deadweight. “My kid are here. Kids. Here.”
Nathan’s eyes flashed open.
“I didn’t realize it was this late…Brian said he’d drop them off by ten. God, I feel like we just fell asleep.”
“Probably because we did.” Nathan yawned and rolled to his back, stretching his long body. He rubbed at his face.
I stared at his chest, lower to his abs and then lower still. He was barely covered by the sheet.
Damn, he looks incredible.
I searched the floor around me, grabbing my bra and panties and slipping them on. The laundry basket next to the nightstand was filled with clothes waiting to be folded. I found a pair of pajama shorts and pulled those on as well.
“They can’t see you…Can you sneak out?” I asked.
Nathan sat up and swung his legs out of bed. He squinted at me. “You’re on the fifth floor. What would you like me to do? Jump?”
“I don’t know!” I picked up the T-shirt next to the basket and pulled it over my head, slipping my arms through the sleeves as the pounding at the door continued. The hem touched my thighs and covered my shorts completely. “What are we saying if they see you?” I asked, pulling the jeweled pin out of my hair when I felt it digging into my scalp. I tossed it on the nightstand. “God, this is going to be so confusing for them, after my date last night? Should we tell them anything? Are we telling anybody anything? We really should’ve had this conversation before the sex.”
“Which time?”
“Oh, ha ha.”
Nathan cocked his head, a sleepy smile tugging at his mouth. His hair was a mess and stuck out in sharp pieces. He looked so fucking adorable right now, and sexy. God, he was sexy.
“Jenna?”
“Mm?”
“You’re staring at me.” His brows ticked up. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but shouldn’t you be answering the door?”
“Shouldn’t you be getting dressed?” I gestured at him.
His eyes skimmed my body. “Sure. I’ll get right on that.”
“Yeah. How about some hustle?”
He laughed. “I never see you like this—you’re hot all worked up and worried.” Nathan was full-on grinning now.
The severity of this situation aside, that was really nice to hear. I should look manic more often.
“Thanks. But seriously, what are you going to do? You can’t just hide in here.”
“Relax. I’ll handle it.” He pushed out of bed, swiping at his boxers as he stood and stepping into them.
“You’ll handle it how?” I crossed my arms under my chest as I pictured Nathan shimmying down the side of my building. “Okay, I know you’re tall, but you can’t be seriously considering any other way out of here besides the front door. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Just get the kids in the kitchen,” he said, the band of his boxers snapping against his stomach. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Okay. I trust you.”
His chest shook with a laugh.
“How are you finding any of this funny?”
“It’s not hard.” Nathan slid his glasses on, then glanced down at the front of me again. He gestured at the door. “Let’s go. How about some hustle?”
“Oh my God.” I tucked my hair behind my ears and spun around, hurrying out of the room.
My bare feet beat against the hallway flooring. I skidded to a stop at the front door, quickly sliding the locks open. “I’m coming!” I hollered. I turned the knob and opened the door. “Sorry! I’m sorry, guys.”
“Jeez, Mom. We’ve been out here forever,” Oliver said, typing quickly on his iPad. “I’m telling Uncle Brian he can go now. Finally.”
“I’m sorry. I overslept.”
“You never sleep this late, Mama,” Olivia pointed out, following her brother inside.
“Well, I guess I was just really tired. Here. Come on.” I closed the door and put my arms around them both, urging the kids to move while I glanced over my shoulder. “Let’s go into the kitchen.”
I didn’t see any sign of Nathan. I couldn’t hear him either. What in the world does he have planned?
“We already ate breakfast at Uncle Brian’s, Mom,” Oliver said. “He made us eggs.”
“There’s more than just food in the kitchen. Let’s just…sit in here and talk.” I guided them toward the table. “You guys can tell me all about your night. What did you do?”
