The Conspiracy of Baby-Switching novel Chapter 62

Just throw me across the table already.

“A very nice man,” I reply in an overly high-pitched voice. “You can’t come barging in here with a few pretty words and expect me to drop everything.”

His eyes hold mine and then, as if sensing that I’m lying through my teeth, he breaks into a slow, sexy smile. “And are you getting everything you need from him?”

Not even close.

“Yep,” I squeak.

“Well.” His dark eyes hold mine as he lifts his hand to my face and cups my jaw, his thumb swipes over my bottom lip. “I hope he fucks you just as deep as I want to.”

Thump.

Thump…goes my heart.

I feel faint…

He turns and without another word walks out the back door and down to the lake to the children. I go to the window and watch him, my body screaming for more of his touch, aching like never before. My skin tingles with excitement and every hair on the back of my neck stands to attention.

But I can’t go there, not now. Not ever.

It’s late and the children are going up to bed, Gabriel has insisted on sleeping on the couch.

I want to stay up and watch television but I don’t trust my slutty self.

All I can think about is his dick and how badly I want it.

I’m disgusted with myself.

I put the pile of blankets on the end of the couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep in my bed?”

His dark eyes hold mine and I know he’s as hot for it as I am. “If I sleep in your bed, we are one hundred percent fucking.” I feel myself melt into a puddle.

What position?

“Well.” I act uninterested. “That’s not happening, so the couch it is.” I turn and practically run upstairs without looking back. I march down the hall and into my bedroom and close the door behind me.

I glance down at the lock. Should I leave it open? I imagine him sneaking in while everyone sleeps, I get a vision of looking down at his face between my legs, his lips wet with my arousal, his cock hard, throbbing, and ready to ride.

The fuck is wrong with you?

I flick the lock and begin to pace. I need to get rid of some of this X-rated energy.

This is bad, bad, bad.

I wake feeling exhausted. I hardly slept a wink last night. Tossed and turned until the wee hours, and I honestly don’t think I fell asleep until six this morning.

Ugh, and I have a million things on today.

I drag myself out of bed and go to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror and wipe under my eyes and fix my hair.

It shouldn’t matter how I look, but somehow it does.

I throw my robe on and make my way downstairs to find that Dominic is already watching television. I glance over to the couch to see the blankets folded neatly on the end of it.

“Where’s Gabriel?” I ask.

Dominic shrugs, his eyes glued to the television.

That’s an odd thing to say. I frown as I watch her. “Is everything okay with you and Scott?”

“Yeah.” She sighs. “I don’t know, I guess we never had that fire between us.”

“Not even in the beginning?”

“Nope.” She exhales heavily. “We are best friends who have sex, we always have been best friends who have sex. It was never a carnal attraction. I mean, we only have sex once a fortnight now, and it’s more a closeness thing rather than a sexual thing.”

“Are you still in love with each other?” I ask.

“I guess.” She keeps watching the game as if uninterested in this conversation. “Lately he’s been distant, but I can’t imagine a life without him. I just mean that…” She pauses, as if searching for the words. “Physical attractions like that are not the everyday thing. If you have one with someone and he has it back, it’s worth exploring.”

“But our history . . .”

“Is history.” She cuts me off. “Let it go.”

Jack walks down along the front of the grandstand and we both watch him. He’s wearing his uniform and has his super-white socks pulled threequarters up his shins.

“You have been on how many dates with Jack?” she asks.

“Five.”

“And you haven’t even kissed yet?” She raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

I shake my head.

“That’s weird, don’t you think?”

“I’m just not feeling it.” I roll my eyes, knowing she’s right. “There’s something wrong with me, I’m sure of it.”