Page 89 of Nanny for the Firefighter

Bridget chuckles over the line, and I smile even though she can’t see it.

“The toddler insisted? Well, who am I to deny her? Of course, I’ll be there.”

Perking up in my seat, I stand up from the couch and walk into the kitchen. The toddler in question is currently napping; at least she’s in her crib, and I go to peek in the fridge at the options.

“I can make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, pickles with yogurt, or…” I pull open the freezer, peering inside, “chicken nuggets.”

Another bright laugh comes through the call, and the sound of it makes me feel like a million bucks. I’ll never get bored with Bridget’s incredible laugh.

“Mmm, as tempting as that all sounds, how about you order a pizza, and we can watch a movie?”

I nod to myself. “That is a much better suggestion. Sounds like a plan. See you at like five-thirty?”

“Can do. Oh, my mom is coming. I’ll see you then.”

Bridget hurries to hang up the phone. Not for the first time, I wonder about when we should break the news to everyone.

I’m not keen on keeping this a secret, and I’m sure that everyone in our lives will understand.

But for now, I’m just going to enjoy what we have. Which currently includes a dinner date with pizza and a movie.

The pizza box sits on the coffee table in front of the couch, half gone and getting cold. I should get up to put it in the fridge, but I have a passed-out toddler on my lap and a gorgeous woman leaning on my arm.

We put onMiraculous: Ladybug & Cat Noir, the Moviefor Mia, and she was practically bouncing up and down until she finally hit a brick wall and sacked out right on top of me.

The movie isn’t even over yet, but I know getting Little Miss up to bed is on the menu. I pat Bridget on the arm, and she looks over to see me gesture at Mia.

“Oh, okay. Let’s get her in bed.”

Scooping Mia into my arms, I hold her against my chest, and Bridget hits pause on the movie.

We’re especially quiet as we walk Mia up the stairs and to her room. Setting her down in the crib is always the tricky part, but Bridget is right there with her sound machine and nightlight, which eases the transition.

After rubbing Mia’s back a bit, she goes right back to sleep, and Bridget and I sneak out of the room and down the hall.

“So, did you want to keep watching the movie, or…”

Bridget smirks at me, holding out her hand. “I think I have a better idea.”

I know exactly what she’s thinking, and my head is in the same place. I take Bridget’s hand, letting her pull me down the hall the rest of the way and to my bedroom.

Which has felt a lot more likeourbedroom as of late.

As we slip inside, I shut the door behind us as Bridget goes over to the bed, her hands going to the button of her jean shorts.

I walk over, stopping her efforts with a grin. “Hey, that’s my job.”

She grins, and I pick up where she left off, undoing the button and then slowly dragging the zipper down.

Once I do, I peel the shorts from Bridget’s curvaceous hips, plying her with kisses along her thighs as I do.

When I reach her ankles, I help Bridget kick the shorts to the side before working my way back up her body with my mouth, stopping only when I’ve reached the hem of her tee.

“Mason.”

Bridget’s voice comes out in a hushed moan, and I swear, I’ll never get enough of hearing my name that way.

Gripping the shirt, I pull Bridget’s tee off, flinging it somewhere I know it won’t get in my way. Laying before me in her bra and undies, I admire Bridget’s incredible curves, smirking.

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