She looked down at his crotch. “Um. No, you won’t. I’ll go check on her,” she said as she pulled on the rest of her clothes.
Dammit. The fun was definitely over for the night.
Gabi smoothed back her hair and straightened her shirt.
“Do you think she heard us?” she asked.
“Heard you? Pretty sure any noises coming out of my mouth were muffled in your thighs, Gabi.” He winked.
“Oh my god, stop. I can’t with you right now. Good night, Max,” she said, patting his chest. But she turned back to him, feeling bad for leaving him in this state. “I’m sorry to cut this short,” she said, giving him a quick kiss.
He tugged her into his body, brushing his hard cock against her, and she almost melted.
“Auntie Gabi?” Amelia’s soft voice carried into the laundry room.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She pushed away from Max and slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She hurried down the short hallway into the kitchen and found Amelia in front of the fridge, water on the floor around her and an empty plastic pitcher and cup next to her.
“What happened, sweetie?” Gabi asked, crouching down in front of Amelia. At least nothing was broken and there was no glass.
“I was thirsty, and I tried to get water, but it was heavy and it slipped. I’m sorry,” she said, her lip quivering.
“It’s okay, sweetie. It’s just water. We’ll get it wiped up and I’ll get you a new cup,” Gabi said, rubbing her hand over Amelia’s back.
“Can I have a cookie, too?” she asked.
Gabi laughed softly. “Don’t tell your mom, but how about we share one? It’s pretty late for you to be having a full cookie.”
“Okay,” she said, grinning.
Gabi moved to the cookie jar and grabbed one of the chocolate chip cookies the kids had helped her make earlier today. She broke it in half and gave Amelia her piece before she moved to wipe up the water.
In no time, the floor was clean, Amelia had finished her cookie half and gulped down a cup of water, and they were heading back upstairs. It took everything in her to not look toward the laundry room. Max hadn’t come out while they were in the kitchen, thankfully. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to face him right now.
Her body still tingled from his touch, his tongue. Good god, his tongue and his fingers should come with a warning label.
She shook off the desire coursing through her body and followed Amelia into her room, tucking the little girl back under the covers, and then she darted into her own room, shutting the door behind her with a soft snick. She leaned against the door; her head thumped back. She would not go to his room. She needed to think about what had happened and why, after everything, she had given into him so easily.
She wasn’t even supposed to like him.
Another lie.
This was a disaster. There were too many other issues that made hooking up with Max a mistake.
She just couldn’t remember any of them right now.
Two nights later, she snuggled down into her covers. Max was away on a five-day road trip, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She should have been grateful for Amelia’s interruption, but she couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if they’d gone further.
No. She had to stop.
She flipped off the light on her nightstand and tried to get some sleep, but her phone vibrated next to her. She sat up, wondering who was texting her. Maybe Ava needed help with Elise and couldn’t get up.
She turned her light back on and swiped her phone on.
Max: I was just thinking about something.
Ugh. Why? She waited for more, but those three dots never popped up. He was goading her. If she ignored him, he would go away, and then maybe she could get some sleep.