Page 79 of Holding Out

Meanwhile, she was going to enjoy every last solitary minute she had with him.

She accepted a cup of coffee, took a slug, and then kissed him good morning.A long, hot kiss that almost made her forget everything else—but not quite.

“Need my donut,” she said.

“What flavor do you want?”He held up the bag.

She licked her lips.“What are my choices?”

“Ah.We have the official pink Dundee donut, maple bars, chocolate bars, bismarks, and glazed cinnamon twists.”

“Can I have one of each?”

“You can have two of each if you want.Especially if I get to watch you eat them.Damn,” he said.“If I’d thought of it, I would have gotten you something with cream inside so I could watch you lick it out.”

“You are a dirty, dirty man.”

“And you know you love it.”

He slid onto the bed beside her.

“Are we going to eat them in bed?”she asked, startled.

“Were you never allowed to eat in bed?”

“Alia was a surprisingly strict parent,” she admitted.“But one time, when my mom was in a good period—I think I was about nine—we ate takeout in her bed.She called it a picnic, and she let us have Oreos, and she—” She bit her lip, remembering the delight of that evening.“She laughed.She didn’t laugh very often, but she laughed that night.”

He squeezed her hand.

“Alia is never going to let Robbie do anything like that.I’m going to have to be one of those aunties who sneaks him candy and stuff.”

“I’m in, too,” he said.“You and me.Between the two of us, we’ll make sure the kid grows up right.”

He tilted his head after saying that, probably realizing how it sounded.“More immediately, though, have you decided which donut you are going to defile the bed with?”

She giggled.“Glazed cinnamon twist.”

He handed it to her and she took a bite.

“Oh.Oh, God.God, that’s good.”

“Becca,” he said suddenly.

She thought he was going to make a crack about the donut, which was rather phallic in shape, or her outburst, which had definitely sounded orgasmic, but he said, “What did you tell Nate and Alia?About why you didn’t come home last night.”

She squinted at him.“Just not to wait up for me.”

“Did you say you were with me?”

“They don’t know we’re still—” She gestured at the bed around them.

“You going to tell them?”

“Depends, I guess.”

“On?”

“On what it is we’re doing,” she admitted.“I mean, if this is going to end in a week, then no.Because they’ll just make a fuss about it, and it’s just not worth it.But if—”

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