Page 20 of Callahan

“That’s easy. My baby shower. I hadn’t realized how big my boobs had gotten and gave everyone an eyeful when I bent over.”

“Really? I don’t remember that. I remember you looked really pretty in your purple and pink dress.”

“Aw, thanks.”

She waved her hand at me. “Go get ready. I can take care of this.”

I hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Go!”

I’d started toward the stairs when she called out, “And wear your lucky underwear!”

With my hand on my hip, I slowly turned around. “I don’t have any lucky underwear.”

“Well, wear something black and silky, and maybe it will be!”

I pretended to be scandalized and took my time walking up the stairs. But when I walked through the apartment door, I raced around like a mad woman as I got ready.

For the record, I did not wear anything black and silky.

It was white and lacy. The only halfway sexy nursing bra I owned, and it’d been a gift at my shower. The rest of my mom bras were all utilitarian because who did I have to look sexy for?

And that was still the case with Adam, no matter what Kristy had almost convinced me of. But I wore the lacy one just in case. Better to be safe than sorry.

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Adam

I used the separate entrance in the alley that led directly to Lainey’s apartment. I suspected the building owner had it installed so he could rent the space apart from the business, if necessary.

I almost dropped the pizza and cookie boxes when I walked through the door.

She was setting the kitchen table, and to say she was a fucking smokeshow would be an understatement. Her blonde hair was styled and hung loosely around her shoulders, and although it was subtle, I could tell she had makeup on. The blue eyeliner around her eyes made the yellow flecks in her hazel eyes stand out even more than they had earlier, and the way she’d done her lipstick made her mouth look pouty.

An image of those pink lips wrapped around my dick popped in my head.

And that’s when I almost dropped the food boxes. Thankfully, I’d already set the six-pack of Modelo bottles on the counter.

“Wow, you look amazing.”

With a shy smile, she glanced down at her teal and yellow plaid sundress that hugged her hips and gave me an eyeful of cleavage.

“Thank you.”

She’s Shawn’s girl. She’s Shawn’s girl.

I repeated the mantra in my head, hoping my cock would get the message.

It did not.

Especially after I caught a whiff of her perfume when she moved to place some napkins on the table. She opened the pizza box and moaned with her eyes closed.

The Universe was testing me. Or punishing me. Maybe both.

“Oh my God, that smells so good.”

“It really does.”

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