Deceived 6 - Ultimate Deception by Eve Carter Page A

wedding, it hadn’t left much time for just the two of us. We weren’t about to complain, though, not really. Everything in our lives was going beautifully. I had a loving husband, a beautiful daughter born with ten fingers and ten toes, and I could work my accounts from home until I felt ready to go back to the office–everything was wonderful. I couldn’t complain except that the police hadn’t caught Nina, but no one had heard from her, either. All of her accounts had been frozen and her stores closed. She’d basically vanished. Her picture was still out there and the police were monitoring all contact with her sister, so if Nina did resurface, she’d be caught.
    I pushed all of that out of my mind as a tug on my arm from Patrick drew my attention away from the small crowd of wedding guests hovering near the wedding cake.
    After the tug, Patrick leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Put your drink down and come with me.”
    I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he was up to as we made our way down the narrow hallway that lead to the bathrooms. The hallway was empty. We were alone for the first time in what seemed like forever and we were both thinking about how we had a good fifteen minutes before Patrick’s best man speech. Victoria was at home with the babysitter and I knew a window of opportunity when I saw one.
    “Have I told you how hot you look in that dress?” Patrick asked as he pulled me after him into the men’s restroom.
    “I thought the bridesmaid’s dress was supposed to be ridiculous looking.” I laughed as I locked the door behind us. “Guess this is what happens when you have a gay man picking them out.” I gestured to the crimson and black gown Ryan had selected for the women in the wedding party to wear. I’d had a couple minor alterations done last week to accommodate my increased breast size and now it fit like a glove, showing off my figure perfectly.
    Patrick stepped into me, crowding me back against the door until there wasn’t any space left between us. His eyes were blazing as he leaned down and covered my mouth with his. My pulse quickened, turning all of my thoughts to hot desire as his tongue thrust between my lips. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hips ground against mine and I could feel that he was as desperate as I was.
    We’d only had sex once since Victoria had been born and beyond that, we’d managed only to pleasure each other with our hands a couple times. More often, we’d fall asleep before we’d done much more than foreplay. Considering how frequent our sexual encounters had been before the birth, this was torture.
    “We don’t have a lot of time,” Patrick said as he pulled back.
    I gave his chest a gentle push. “Then we’d better make this worthwhile.” I reached over to my side and pulled down my zipper. Patrick gave me a puzzled look and I replied, “I’m not risking messing up the dress.”
    I folded it and draped it over the door to the stall. Before I’d finished, Patrick’s arms were around me again and he was lifting me onto the counter.
    “So fucking hot,” he murmured as he ran his hands along my body. When he caressed my breasts through my crimson bra, I moaned. Then he pushed the cups down and lowered his head. I bit my bottom lip to stifle a cry. I knew he was going for my nipple but I had to stop him. I was still breast-feeding. I wanted nothing more than to spend hours with him sucking on that dark flesh, circling his tongue around my hardened nipple but that would just lead to a mouth full of breast milk. Not the sexiest thing I could think of right now.
    “Patrick.” I managed to gasp his name. “Nipples...leakage…”
    I held his face in my hands to and he looked up then said, “Oh, right.”
    He released my breast, a regretful expression on his face. He glanced at his watch. “Still have ten minutes.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “You going to be able to get the job done?”
    He glared at me as he opened his