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What in the hell had she just done?
Grabbing her bathrobe off the hook, she struggled into it. Her face suffused with color as she registered that Jake still knelt on her bathroom floor, T-shirt still molded to his body, a very impressive erection straining his jeans, and a triumphant smile plastered on his face.
Oh, cripes, she was such a horrible person. Who did this sort of thing in the middle of their baby brother's birthday party?
A deranged horny woman, obviously.
She pushed past Jake, ducking out in the hall. It was totally quiet.
Which probably meant the boys were playing with matches, squirting lighter fluid at the grill, or choking on the remnants of the burst latex balloons. And what if one of them had a peanut allergy she didn't know about? Or a bee allergy?
Not that she even had bees around. Or peanut butter. She scurried down the hall and peeked into the backyard.
Then exhaled in relief.
They had gone back to playing the same game they'd been playing before.
Jake set his hands on her shoulders, and she jumped a good foot off the ground.
"Relax," he said.
She turned on him. "Seriously? That's what you say to me after what we just did back there?"
"What do you want me to say?"
Her mouth opened and shut, opened and shut. Like a cartoon. No, like a horrible '80s romantic comedy.
He crooked his head. ''Are you okay?"
"No. No, I'm not," she managed to squeak out before stalking back to her bedroom. She shut the door a bit harder than she'd meant to and locked it for good measure.
Jesus.
She sank onto the bed and pressed her fingers into her eyes.
"You're a dumb-ass. You're a dumb-ass," she whispered to herself before opening her eyes and catching her reflection in the mirror above the dresser.
Absolute mess.
The robe clung to her larger than average breasts, gaping at the chest. Her hair had half dried into something that looked as if a kindergartener had taken shears to it. But her eyes, well, they looked a bit dreamy, and her cheeks were rosy as...roses? Overall, she looked like a woman who'd had a fulfilling encounter with a sex god in the bathroom, followed by a partial meltdown.
She laughed.
Because she really couldn't cry.
"Oh, God," she said, covering her mouth. She'd just let Jake go down on her in the small bathroom with the vintage tile and claw-foot tub. In the middle of a children's birthday party.
Lunacy.
She didn't have time to overthink it, though, because she had to go put the mustard and ketchup in the cute glass dishes she'd bought for the party. And she needed to get the birthday cake candles out of the bags she set in the laundry room. Oh, and she had left the dump truck-shaped pencil erasers in the passenger seat of her car and still needed to put them in the goody bags.
She hadn't even known that she needed goody bags for each child as a token of thanks for coming to Charlie's party. Thankfully, they'd run into Abigail at the dollar store and she'd imparted her extensive wisdom in the art of kids' parties.
Who knew?
So she didn't have time to think about losing control and doing, well,thatwith Jake.
There were bean bags to toss into clown faces and karaoke songs to sing.
