half-mast to full sail almost instantly. “I can multitask. Can you?”
He groaned in response. Her pulse skipped ahead, always giddy at how she could bring him here, where he lost his ability to reason. It leveled the playing field, since he could do it to her with a glance.
Keeping her fingers tight around his cock, she walked toward the shower, leading him straight into temptation.
9
Miranda let out a deep breath and stretched her neck from one side to the other as she stared out her rain-splattered office window. Giving up coffee had a serious effect on her afternoon productivity. She’d spent the first few days back writing it off as jet lag, and the rest of the week as caffeine withdrawal. Maybe if she slept away the long Labor Day weekend she’d be back to normal by Tuesday.
Unless the babies were making her tired. Then she’d be stuck with it until she could mainline maple lattes again. And the time line for that depended on so many factors she shook her head to dispel the random bits of pregnancy knowledge. She almost wished she’d told Cal last weekend so that she could tell her girlfriends and glean from their experiences what actually mattered. But then, she would have ruined their moment of happy matrimony. The only one they were likely to ever have.
She glanced to the wall of white bookshelves lining one side of her office and smiled as her gaze caught on the wedding photos she’d recently framed. She loved the shot of her and Cal as they turned from the altar, her bouquet in the air and Elvis striking a pose. She’d liked it so much that she had one here and at home. Smaller prints of her and the girls all rubbing Molly’s belly for luck, shoving a whipped cream–covered waffle in Cal’s face, and a candid shot of Cal whispering something in her ear. It all looked so romantic, so fitting with the rest of her collection of happy memories and beautiful places. The vibrant frames kept the modern space from seeming so stark.
Mira stood and walked to the window, staring out at Puget Sound through the thin veil of drizzle. She straightened her plum dress, which had started to cling to her middle, and decided she’d pack a bag and catch the ferry out to Whidbey Island for the long weekend. She used her aunt’s house as a vacation rental, but thanks to a last-minute cancellation it was available. And since she’d turned her condo into a library of all things baby, she could use the clear space to figure out how to break the news without breaking her marriage.
She’d honestly rather these babies not know Cal at all than know he didn’t want them. Miranda had felt like a burden the moment her aunt had arrived at her parents’ apartment after their death. It had weighed heavy on her, though she’d tried her level best to be as easy on her aunt as possible. There had to be a way to tell Cal without the risk of him saying something she’d never unhear.
Her office door slid open and she turned at the sound. Her assistant clutched a folder to her chest as she stepped into the room. But it was who appeared next that had her reaching for the back of her white leather chair.
Cal, in tailored wool trousers and a French blue dress shirt, looked as if he’d stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. Or a romance novel. His aura of authority filled the space, the handsome face and athletic body made a sexy combination that always knocked her sideways. Her stomach flipped in a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
“What are you doing here?” She pulled the chair closer, hiding her midsection. She wasn’t showing, but the instinct to protect her belly grew stronger by the day.
Her assistant grew pale. “I’m sorry. I know you’re leaving early today so when he arrived I just assumed—”
“It’s fine, Nadine.” She forced a smile, her palms growing damp. “Just unexpected.”
“Careful, doll.” Cal spoke as he wheeled a tiny suitcase into her space. “You’re acting like I’m an
He groaned in response. Her pulse skipped ahead, always giddy at how she could bring him here, where he lost his ability to reason. It leveled the playing field, since he could do it to her with a glance.
Keeping her fingers tight around his cock, she walked toward the shower, leading him straight into temptation.
9
Miranda let out a deep breath and stretched her neck from one side to the other as she stared out her rain-splattered office window. Giving up coffee had a serious effect on her afternoon productivity. She’d spent the first few days back writing it off as jet lag, and the rest of the week as caffeine withdrawal. Maybe if she slept away the long Labor Day weekend she’d be back to normal by Tuesday.
Unless the babies were making her tired. Then she’d be stuck with it until she could mainline maple lattes again. And the time line for that depended on so many factors she shook her head to dispel the random bits of pregnancy knowledge. She almost wished she’d told Cal last weekend so that she could tell her girlfriends and glean from their experiences what actually mattered. But then, she would have ruined their moment of happy matrimony. The only one they were likely to ever have.
She glanced to the wall of white bookshelves lining one side of her office and smiled as her gaze caught on the wedding photos she’d recently framed. She loved the shot of her and Cal as they turned from the altar, her bouquet in the air and Elvis striking a pose. She’d liked it so much that she had one here and at home. Smaller prints of her and the girls all rubbing Molly’s belly for luck, shoving a whipped cream–covered waffle in Cal’s face, and a candid shot of Cal whispering something in her ear. It all looked so romantic, so fitting with the rest of her collection of happy memories and beautiful places. The vibrant frames kept the modern space from seeming so stark.
Mira stood and walked to the window, staring out at Puget Sound through the thin veil of drizzle. She straightened her plum dress, which had started to cling to her middle, and decided she’d pack a bag and catch the ferry out to Whidbey Island for the long weekend. She used her aunt’s house as a vacation rental, but thanks to a last-minute cancellation it was available. And since she’d turned her condo into a library of all things baby, she could use the clear space to figure out how to break the news without breaking her marriage.
She’d honestly rather these babies not know Cal at all than know he didn’t want them. Miranda had felt like a burden the moment her aunt had arrived at her parents’ apartment after their death. It had weighed heavy on her, though she’d tried her level best to be as easy on her aunt as possible. There had to be a way to tell Cal without the risk of him saying something she’d never unhear.
Her office door slid open and she turned at the sound. Her assistant clutched a folder to her chest as she stepped into the room. But it was who appeared next that had her reaching for the back of her white leather chair.
Cal, in tailored wool trousers and a French blue dress shirt, looked as if he’d stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. Or a romance novel. His aura of authority filled the space, the handsome face and athletic body made a sexy combination that always knocked her sideways. Her stomach flipped in a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
“What are you doing here?” She pulled the chair closer, hiding her midsection. She wasn’t showing, but the instinct to protect her belly grew stronger by the day.
Her assistant grew pale. “I’m sorry. I know you’re leaving early today so when he arrived I just assumed—”
“It’s fine, Nadine.” She forced a smile, her palms growing damp. “Just unexpected.”
“Careful, doll.” Cal spoke as he wheeled a tiny suitcase into her space. “You’re acting like I’m an
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