Page 40 of Christmas with the Baby Daddy

She woke, blinking and stretching. Like watching a flower blossoming, she was roused enough that she peered up at me and recognized the same truth I had.

We’d fucked. Again. All night long. The mere thought of it brought an instant smile to my face.

Her cheeks turned pink, and I chuckled.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy that blush is,” I whispered.

The corner of her lips tipped up in a small, surprised smile. “I… I was wondering if it was a dream.”

I smoothed my hand over her face, feeling the warmth of her cheek. “No. Not a dream. Just a long night of making you come.”

Her breath hitched as she stared at me, revealing how instantly her desire grew.

“You’re turning rosy here…” I flipped the sheets and blanket down to expose her bare chest. “And here…” I dragged my hand down from her blushing cheek as I traced her neck. “And here.” I cupped her tit, thumbing her nipple.

“Oh, shit. Zach. I can’t keep up with you,” she whispered.

I leaned in close to kiss her hard. She didn’t slack, sucking hard on my tongue and spreading her legs apart.

“I can’t believe I found my way back here,” I told her as I lowered my hand to her pussy. Rubbing over her mound, I sought her slick entrance. “I thought you would’ve moved out of town. On to bigger dreams. But, goddamn…” I pushed a finger into her. She arched her back, gasping, so I moved my head down to suck at her breast. “Goddamn, am I happy you didn’t.”

She hummed, threading her hand through my hair, keeping my head where she wanted me. “I’m happy too. Surprised that we, um…”

“Fucked?” I finished for her, adding another finger into her sopping wet entrance. She’d be too sweet to curse that often.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, breathing faster as I licked around her nipple.

“I couldn’t believe it either when I woke up,” I admitted. “But?—”

“Hello!” The sing-song greeting came from outside her bedroom door. It hadn’t closed since our midnight attempt at cleaning up, when I’d fucked her against the tiled wall of her shower stall. Past that door that remained halfway open, the sounds of someone entering her house reached us.

I went still.

Blake sucked in a deep breath of alarm.

“That’s Sara,” she whispered.

“Mama?” George called out.

I inhaled a sharp breath. I was more than confident that there was no other man in Blake’s life, but I sure as hell didn’t want the kid to see me in his mom’s bed. There had to be ramifications for that, right? He had to be way too young to know what sex was, that a man and a woman could be in love and how the whole birds and bees and laws of attraction worked.

We panicked in unison. Fooling around wasn’t on the agenda—not at this moment.

“Hey!” Blake called out as she scrambled out of bed. “Morning, guys!”

I widened my eyes at her as I searched for my clothes. She sounded off, way too bright and enthusiastic and it’d be obvious she was faking her reply.

“Um, I’ll… I’ll be right out!” She yanked a robe off a hook on the wall.

“Oh!” Sara’s exclamation came in reply. “George, let’s go back in the car and see if we can find that drawing you made for your mom last night.”

“I thought you said I should leave the drawing at your house,” the boy replied.

“Nope. No. I think we brought it along. Come on. Hurry. Let’s, uh, go out and see if it’s in my car.”

“Huh?”

The sounds of Sara hurrying George back outside were a blessing. Because as I panicked and searched for any of my clothes, I realized that they were likely in the hallway out there, where Blake and I finally got around to taking off the rest of our garments on the way to the bathroom.

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