Page 173 of The Bonus

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.

I look around the house and peer out into the backyard. “Did he go home?”

He shrugs again, oh my god, this child is infuriating. “Dom, listen to me, please.”

“I don’t know, he was gone when I got up,” he groans as if I’m a major inconvenience.

“Oh.” I go to the front to see that his car is gone. “Well.”

One less problem to worry about, I guess. I feel the weight of my world lift from my shoulders. Damn it, that man stresses me out.

“We’ve got ballet this morning and then your game, a big day ahead of us. Who wants pancakes?”

My eyes roam over the grandstand.

“He’s not here,” Debbie says into her coffee.

“I thought he would be,” I mutter, distracted. “Why move all the way here if you aren’t even going to the game, you know?”

“Well.” She sips her coffee as she thinks. “Maybe you hurt his feelings last night when you rejected him.”

“I hurt his plans for his dick, that’s all.” I roll my eyes. “What does he think, he’s going to say a few pretty things and I lie on my back and open my legs for him?”

“I totally would, he’s fucking hot,” Deb replies, her eyes glued to the field.

“Um, excuse me.” I giggle in surprise. “You’re married.”

“I know.” She sighs. “Happily, but man…the way he looks at you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can feel his testosterone pumping through his body.” She fakes a shiver. “What I wouldn’t give to have a man want me like that.”

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?”

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