Page 68 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

A small smile tugs on his lips at my words. He nods, and it means a lot to me that he doesn’t dismiss my concern. He has all the power in this place but understands that I don’t.

“I have a solution for that, Liv.”

“Oh? What’s the solution?”

In response, he takes my hand and leads me to the file room. I bite back a laugh, but I appreciate the gesture as he closes the door and turns the light on.

“No risk of anyone walking in. Can I touch you now, baby?”

How can I turn that quiet request down, knowing he’ll back off and respect my wishes when he hears me say no?

“Yeah.”

I wait for the kiss, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he wraps me in his arms first, perhaps thinking that it’s what I need the most. Luke buries his face in my hair and inhales dramatically.

“Good. I miss this smell. I loved this smell when you slept in my bed this weekend. And when you took that nice shower with me.”

The shower flashes in my mind—particularly how we lathered each other up with soap and it became a game of who got turned on first. I won that challenge, of course, when I used the suds as lubrication to stroke this man’s huge cock, getting him so hard that there was no other alternative but for him to slip inside me while we were still slippery and wet.

It was a good thing Riley was still asleep, otherwise she would have heard my unbridled screams of pleasure. It was a good thing, too, that Luke could support both our weights easily, otherwise our tryst in the shower would have been an accident waiting to happen. Instead, it’s another memory I will cherish in my heart…and probably replay in my mind when I’m feeling extra horny.

“I love your smell, too. And your hugs.”

I thought admitting it would make me feel like I was leaving another part of myself vulnerable, but his quiet assurance only makes me feel safe.

“Liv?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for still letting me hold you. I don’t think I would have survived a day if you cut that off.”

I smile against his chest. “I didn’t hug you last week and you survived just fine.”

“Well, you spoiled me this weekend. You can’t take it back.” He growls. “I’ll be very, very sad.”

Oh, this man. I don’t know if he’s joking or not, but it lightens my mood.

Maybe I’m overreacting over Mark’s comments. Maybe I’m not. All I know is that I don’t want to dwell on it anymore, not when it will bring nothing but paranoia—and I don’t need that in my life, not when I’m still trying to make my mark here career-wise while navigating the blossoming relationship between me, Luke, and Riley.

I’ll be careful, perhaps the most careful I’ve been since my connection with Luke deepened and we started dating. I’ll stay true to my professionalism despite little stolen moments like this because Luke deserves it as much as I do.

But hell, if I cut off what I have with him, not when it’s this good.

And hell, if I let men like Mark and other irrelevant people dictate my happiness.

Chapter 22

Luke

“Where are we going, Luke?”

“I told you. It’s a surprise. No matter how many times you phrase the question and try to pry the answer from me, baby, I’m going to say the same thing.”

Olivia pouts. It’s supposed to charm and soften me up, but all I can feel is the nervous thump of my heart, even more intense than when I first took her and Riley to the Hamptons. I wasn’t even nervous during our first date, which was the real determining factor of how our relationship would progress.

But I know why I’m nervous now, and I can’t help that it’s making me tenser as we keep driving. Finally, we park in front of a building, and I note her surprise as she reads the sign.

“You’re taking me on an art museum date?”

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