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“What’s that?”
She’s smiling up at me, and I can tell she’s totally open to any suggestion I make. She’s a beautiful woman, but she’s not what I want. I want more than a hot night in bed. I want someone who comes with possibilities. And even if Muriel did like kids, it wouldn’t be fair to start something with her when I’d much rather ask Maggie out.
“I was confused when you said you didn’t want kids.”
Her brows pinch together. “You were, why?”
“Because I have a kid. A son. Cole. He’s two and a half and he’s my entire world.”
Her neck jerks back. “Oh.” Then she swings around to look at Keith with narrowed eyes. “I didn’t know.”
“So I gathered. I think you’re great and very beautiful, but I’m looking for someone I can have a future with, and my son is the biggest part of my future.”
I swear she simpers a little, which is concerning. I hope she doesn’t suddenly do an about face. I don’t want someone willing to consider having children after so adamantly not wanting them. I want someone who truly enjoys being around kids. Someone like Maggie.
“I thought all the good guys were taken,” she says. “Here you are available, and yet still taken.”
Everything inside me unclenches. Because even if she was down for a little no strings New Year’s fun, it wouldn’t be fair to try anything with her when I’d be picturing someone else the whole time.
“I should probably head home,” I say.
“Please don’t. It’s still early. You have a sitter, right? Let’s at least dance a little. The whole point of a blind date on New Year’s was avoiding being the third wheel.”
Reluctantly, I nod. Muriel’s been understanding, so I don’t want to leave her hanging. I check my watch. It’s already after nine, so Cole’s probably in bed. I try not to picture Maggie in mine.
ChapterFour
Maggie
Even though he put his name in my phone as Ezra, and even though he practically demanded I sleep in his bed, I’m hesitant. But the house is so quiet now that Cole is asleep. Cole’s room is at one end of the hall upstairs. Ezra’s room is at the other end, with a home office and a guest room in between.
I tiptoe down the hall as if I’ll get caught if I’m doing something I shouldn’t. Ezra’s door is ajar, so I push it open with my fingertips. His room is big, with the central point of focus being the king-size bed.
The bed is made, but as minimalistic as the rest of the room. Nothing frilly or decorative, simply what’s necessary. I stand in the middle of the room for a moment, unsure if this is a good idea. I mean, I could just as easily go lie down on the sofa.
But Ezra gave me permission and I have a feeling that being surrounded by his bedding will make me feel as though I’m surrounded by the man himself. I wish I’d worn sweats instead of jeans. They’d be much more comfortable to relax in and there’s no way I’m taking my pants off, even if Ezra’s not home. A quick glance at the clock tells me that it’s not even eleven. He won’t be home until well after midnight, so I’ll just rest for a little while.
I peek into the large master bath before picking up the remote and pulling back the comforter. As soon as I slide beneath the blanket, I’m surrounded by his scent, just like I imagined. It’s woodsy but with a brightness to it I can’t quite describe. I shift around, cuddling up and getting comfy.
After a moment, I nuzzle deeper and bring the comforter up to my nose and inhale. Every muscle in my body relaxes, so I pick up the remote and turn on the TV. My eyes flare wide when I realize that while this isn’t a porn movie per se, it’s definitely NC17.
I must be picking up where he left off because the couple are in the middle of having sex. They’re both exposed, uncovered, naked in bed. The man thrusts between the woman’s legs. The globes of his ass undulate and tense with each thrust of his hips.
My pulse beats through my entire body. I press my thighs together and circle my hips. My nipples harden, pressing into my forearms since they’re curled around my chest. I move my arms up and down, rasping over the stiff peaks.
My hands twitch with the need to slide down between my legs to offer some relief. But I’m in someone else’s bed. Ezra’s bed. No matter how sexy he is. No matter how many times Cole has told me a sweet story about the amazing father he is, he’s technically my boss. At least for tonight.
The moaning and writhing on the television builds. The man’s ass bunches and flexes. The woman drags her nails down his back. I can only make out enough of her body to see that she’s arching into him, meeting his every thrust.
I freeze when I think I hear something. This is not the kind of movie Cole should be watching. I pause the movie and listen. When nothing happens, I start the show again and lower the volume. I’m drawn right back into the scene.
Tense music plays as an older man walks down a hallway. He’s looking for something, probably the woman with her legs spread. I started right in the middle of the sex, but I think the hallways he’s about to walk down leads to the bedroom where the other two are currently having sex.
“That was so hot until I realized they were cheating,” I mutter.
“They’re not cheating.”
I gasp, but it turns into a yelp as I jackknife up in the bed. My hands are still holding my breasts because at some point I started playing with my nipples even though I was determined not to. I fumble to pause the movie as I turn to the door.
