One Moment Please: A Surprise Pregnancy Standalone (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,77
gives me the urge to pull her out of this tub and fuck her over the counter. But I shake off those thoughts and focus on her lips as she speaks.
“Well, obviously, I like it when you spank me and a little rough play is kind of a thrill. But anything with butt plugs or anal anything…I’m out.” She wrinkles her nose and shudders. “Although I wouldn’t mind being tied up every once in a while.”
My lips part as I stare at her. “How do I know if this is real Lynsey speaking or the pregnancy hormones speaking?”
Her shoulders lift with a small shrug. “Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out.”
That comment has my brows furrowing because in the back of my mind, I’m scared this arrangement can’t last forever. She won’t be happy with only a part of me. Eventually, she’ll want more and when she realizes I’m incapable of giving her more, she’ll leave.
She grabs the book out of my hands, tossing it across the room to focus her attention on me. “Why don’t you join me in this tub and we can act out our own erotic scene?”
She waggles her eyebrows playfully, and all thoughts of the future disappear as my cock stiffens in my jeans. Without hesitation, I stand and pull my shirt off, getting even more turned on by the look on her face as she watches me undress with abandon. I step into the tub and lower myself on the opposite end. Water sloshes over the top and into the rock bed as I situate myself.
“Fuck, this feels good,” I groan, leaning my head back on the ledge behind me and stretching my legs out around Lynsey’s ass. “I’ve never actually used this tub.”
“Are you kidding me?” she exclaims, her brown eyes wide with shock. “This is my favorite room of the house. Those shower jets in the ceiling are freaking baller.”
My lips twitch. “Baller? Are you a rapper now?”
She shrugs. “I’m just saying this is way nicer than my old digs.”
“It’s all Max,” I reply with a sigh. “He has a contractor and an interior designer he works closely with. They renovate old houses all over Boulder and sell them for a huge profit. When I moved back, two years ago, I stayed in one of his apartments above the Pearl Street Pub for about a year until this house was ready.”
“Really?” Lynsey asks, playing with the bubbles on the surface of the water. “My friends and I hung out at Pearl Street Pub all the time. Kate, Miles, Sam, Dean. I’m surprised we never ran into you there.”
My lips pinch with her mention of Dean but I lower my chin into the water, trying to drown out those possessive thoughts. “I wasn’t at that apartment much. I was always at the hospital.”
Her eyes narrow as her fingers dip under the water and touch my legs, the sensation causing my dick to harden. “You’re here at this house more than I thought you’d be.”
I quirk a sardonic brow and grab one of her feet, pulling it onto my lap to massage the pads. “Is that a problem?”
Her eyes flutter closed and she drops her head back on the edge. “It’s your house.”
“But?” I pry further.
She opens her hooded eyes and gazes back at me. “But when you first pushed me to move in here, you made it seem like—”
“Like I lived at the hospital?”
She nods.
I shrug. “I guess I like being around you, Jones.” I pinch her big toe and she squirms. “Which is very convenient considering we’re having a baby together and stuff.”
“And stuff,” she repeats and the way her eyes narrow and a small grin teases her lips makes me worry that her mind is wandering to places it shouldn’t.
“You sure you’re still good with this?” I ask, watching her closely as Max’s cynicism rears its ugly head in my mind once again.
“Good with what?” she asks innocently.
Be specific. Make sure she understands.
“Us just being physical.”
“Yes, Josh.” She rolls her eyes and exhales an annoyed breath. “I told you I want to be focused on my work and I understand that you’re not a relationship guy. The terms of this just sex agreement are crystal clear. We’re friends.”
“Friends,” I repeat, watching her carefully.
“Friends who happen to be having a baby together.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Not much different than me living with Dean.”
My body instantly tenses. “You’d better not be trying to tell me you were fucking Dean before