you’re leaving?”
Creed grimaced. “I’m minutes away from giving in to you, and…you deserve better than a quick session while we listen for your nephew. I want it to be…more.”
My heart thudded in my chest. I couldn’t argue with that. I held my hand up, and he pulled me into a standing position in front of him. Cupping his cheek, I said, “That’s fair. I…think I’d prefer that, too.”
“Good. Is waiting until Jakey’s in bed tomorrow night too late for you to eat? I’d like to bring dinner and have a proper date.”
I studied his eyes, searching for annoyance. “That’s not really a date though, right?” I hated the insecurity in my own voice.
“It is for us. We have Jakey to think about. But it’ll be perfect. I’ll bring everything. You just make sure the table is cleared off, okay?”
He sounded so excited that I decided to trust him that he was telling me the truth and was fine with being stuck at my house for a date. “Okay.”
The kiss at the door turned into another fifteen-minute make-out session, but Creed was determined not to let it go further, so I said goodnight and locked up after he left. As I made my way back into the living room, I heard Jakey’s small voice crying, “Kuncle Wogan.” Huh. I guess Creed was right.
Pushing away from the table, I released a satisfied sigh. Jakey and I had spent the day cuddled up on the couch watching movies, and we made brownies. After he’d woken up last night with stomach pains, I’d let him sleep in my bed. An hour later, he’d dragged me to the bathroom and held up two fingers with a big smile as he sat on his potty. No wonder his little belly had been hurting.
He’d been super clingy when he’d first woken up, but as the day progressed, he’d acted more like himself, and by the time I’d taken him up for bed, I was confident he’d be out for the night. Creed had texted me in the afternoon to leave the door unlocked while I gave Jakey his bath and read him a story, and I’d come back down to a candlelight dinner of lemon-crusted bass with a side of seasoned vegetables and a sweet potato. “That was delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He rose and began clearing the plates off of the table.
“Leave it. I’ll get it later.” After not seeing him all day, I wanted to spend quality time relaxing together.
Creed shook his head. “No way. It loses the romance if you have to come down later and do the dishes. I’ll get this all put away, and then maybe, I thought you’d want to show me your room?”
Now he had my attention. I shoved my chair back and blew out the candles as I stood. I grabbed the utensils and our water glasses off the table and headed for the dishwasher. Once I loaded them, I turned to get the plates from Creed and found him standing there with a shit-eating grin. “Don’t be smug.”
He placed the plates in, and I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the stairs. “Geez, Logan. You’d think you were only after my body.”
“Right now I am,” I said with the same sass I’d heard Bobby use when he flirted with customers.
Creed groaned behind me, so I guessed it worked.
“So this is where the magic happens, huh?” he asked as soon as I closed my bedroom door behind us.
Avoiding his gaze, I walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. “If by that you mean this is where I jack off and play with my toy, then yes.”
A quick glance up showed Creed’s confident stride toward me ceasing, and his face flushing. “Your toy?”
Haley had always told me if I’d be honest from the start, there wouldn’t be any room for disappointment. Since I didn’t think Creed would want to go too far considering his absolute paranoia of Jakey catching us, I thought I may be safe to avoid this conversation a little longer, but…I needed him to know. “Yeah, I have a dildo for you know, those lonely nights.”
He cleared his throat. “And do you have those often?” he asked, voice strained.
I shrugged. “Recently, I’ve had quite a few of them since someone keeps turning me on, and then leaving.”
“So when I leave”—he groaned low in his throat—“you come in here and…”
“Shove a toy up my ass and wish it was you? Yes.” My face