My hips bucked against him, but it felt too damn good for me to be embarrassed.
He slid his finger down along me.
“God, Winnie. You’re so damn wet for me.”
“Mmm,” was all I could manage.
His middle finger slipped inside me, and I groaned, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted him inside me.
My hand shifted from his neck to the waistband of his sweatpants. Then, I had a full understanding of Conrad’s intentions. My hand lightly skimmed over his massive erection, and Conrad growled.
And then?—
Car engine.
Driveway.
Children.
I jerked back instantly. “Stop.”
Conrad blinked at me in a daze. “What?”
“The children.”
“What about?—”
Car doors slammed outside.
His eyes widened. “Fuck.”
“Yes.”
We separated frantically, like two teenagers caught making out in the basement. Conrad tried to smooth his hair, which only made it worse. I jumped off the counter and nearly fell because my legs had abruptly lost all structural integrity.
“I’ve forgotten how to walk,” I muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing. Fix your shirt.”
His shirt was partially caught on his abs where I’d felt him up, and my lipstick was on his mouth. We barely got ourselves assembled into something resembling respectable adults before the front door burst open.
“We have returned!” CJ announced dramatically.
Billie ran inside first at full speed. “Daddy are you dead?”
Conrad straightened. “Encouraging start.”
CJ and Billie swarmed him as Bianca entered, carrying three stuffed toys and a funnel cake larger than her torso.
CJ narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Conrad. “Did you take medicine?”
“Yes.”
“Hydrate?”
“Yes.”
