Emerie had just given me a perfect opening. I hated that I needed to know, but screw it, I did. I attempted to at least sound casual. “How was your dinner last night?”
Emerie’s brows drew down; then she realized what I was asking. “Oh. I just ordered in Chinese by myself.”
“No dinner with Putz?”
She bit her lower lip and shook her head. I stepped closer.
“Why not?”
“It just…didn’t feel like the right thing to do.”
We’d agreed we were going to be exclusive sexually, and I’d even pretty much told her I thought we had more than just great chemistry, but I couldn’t very well tell her she couldn’t have dinner with a guy friend. Don’t get me wrong, that’s exactly what I wanted to tell her—although since the thought scared even me, I figured I should keep that shit to myself.
Instead of revealing my inner pussy, I walked to her door. My eyes never left hers as I yelled to my son. “All good, Beck?”
“Yeah!” he yelled back.
“Okay. I’ll just be a few minutes, buddy.”
Then I quietly shut the door. “Come here?”
“What are you doing?”
“Come here.”
Emerie did as I asked, coming to stand within my reach. “What?”
“I thought about you the entire plane ride home.”
She swallowed. “Yeah?”
“And in the shower this morning. Had to blast the water ice cold to get my cock under control because every time I shut my eyes, I saw your ass bent over my desk.”
Her eyes widened. “Your son is right in the next office.”
“I know. That’s why you’re not bent over that desk right now, and I’m going to settle for a little taste.”
She licked her lips, and deciding Beck could come look for me at any second, I was done wasting time. I cupped the back of her neck and used it to pull her close as I took her mouth in a rough kiss. My other arm hooked around her waist, and she whimpered as I tugged her body flush against mine. She smelled so damn good. A sweet fragrance mixed with her naturally sexy feminine scent was intoxicating. It took every bit of restraint I had not to turn her around and push her up against the door. When I grabbed a handful of her ass and she moaned into my mouth, I almost lost that restraint.
My dick was throbbing by the time I released her mouth. I was just about to go in for more, when I heard my son calling.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, leaning my forehead against Emerie’s. “I’m going to have to hide my hard-on so he doesn’t ask questions I’m not ready to answer.”
Luckily, I was wearing dark jeans and was able to adjust myself before going to Beck.
“What’s up, buddy?”
“Can we get hot chocolate before we go skating?”
“You just had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Don’t you think that’s enough chocolate for the morning?”
My son was smart. “But it’s gonna be cold outside, and it’ll keep me warm on the inside.”
Emerie came to stand next to me. She smiled. “He has a good point.”
“Are you going to come skating with us?” Beck asked.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t know how to ice skate.”
“My dad can teach you. He’s good at everything.”
Nice, kid.
Emerie looked to me for help.
I shrugged. “Kid’s got a point. I am good at everything.”
She rolled her eyes, then spoke to Beck. “You and your dad don’t need me slowing you down.”
“We’ve never gone ice skating with anyone else. I can show you my moves.”
Emerie turned to me with one brow lifted. “He’s got moves, huh? Just like his father.”
I lowered my voice. “Come. Let him show you his moves, and I’ll show you mine later.”
Emerie
“I don’t think it’s broken.” The emergency room doctor had my swollen ankle in his hand. It was already turning blue. “But we’ll take an X-ray to be sure.”
“Thank you.”
“The nurse will be by in a few minutes to get some information, and then she’ll call for the X-ray technician.”
“Okay.” I turned to Drew. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. You were making me go too fast.”
“Too fast? A grandmother pushing a bucket on the ice lapped us. You shouldn’t have let go of my hand.”
“I got scared.”
We’d ice skated for more than two hours, and I still couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. Because I was so unsteady on my feet, my ankles were constantly wobbling back and forth, which caused my skate to loosen. The last time I fell, there’d been no ankle support, and I twisted the damn thing. It hurt, but I hadn’t thought it was broken.
Drew, however, took one look at the swelling and decided we needed a visit to the ER. There was no talking him out of it. His buddy, Roman, had met us in front of the hospital and took Beck back to his place so Drew could stay with me.
The nurse came by with a clipboard. “I need to ask you some questions. Your husband can stay if you want, but he’ll need to step out when the technician comes to shoot the X-ray.”
“He’s not...” I motioned between Drew and me. “We’re not married.”
The nurse smiled. Not at me, but at Drew. She also batted her eyelashes.