Page 54 of Who's The Boss? (Sassy in the City 4)

Both Isla and Maddox laughed.

Savannah said, “Hey!” but also looked sheepish, like she knew they had the right of it.

The apartment had toys strewn all over the floor and a clear family vibe.

“I can take him if you want,” Isla said.

“No, I’m fine.” I found a spot on the floor and set him down, then flopped onto the floor next to him. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep over the weekend, for the best reason possible, and it felt good to stretch out and let the kid crawl all over me.

I realized Isla was staring at me. “What?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

Sean in my bed was dangerous. Sean playing with a baby was deadly.

My ovaries, that I hadn’t even been sure I was in possession of previously, now exploded. There was nothing cuter on the planet than a strong, muscular, arrogant man being reduced to mush by a baby.

With zero hesitation, Sean had taken Sully from Maddox and dropped to the floor with him. Now he was laying on his back with Sully on his lap so they were facing each other. Sean was doing some kind of horsey ride thing, bouncing his legs up and down and making neighing sounds.

Yep. Ovaries fluttering. Vagina on high alert.

It wasn’t playing fair.

I was supposed to be staying remote, not melting over his babysitting skills.

This was twice now he’d done this to me, and it was rude. Just really damn rude.

“He’s so good with Sully,” Savannah said, smiling widely and being super obvious. “I’m so impressed.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Very subtle.”

“What?” She feigned innocence.

Savannah was literally the worst liar ever and a terrible actress. Sometimes it still made me shake my head to think that she had come to New York to pursue acting. “Just go to dinner. Have fun. Dance up on Maddox and let loose.”

“I like that plan,” Maddox said, giving me a grin.

“You’re welcome,” I told him, as Savannah blushed a little.

Once they were out of the apartment and I locked it behind them, I turned back to Sean and Sully. They had quite a game going. Sully was chuckling and drooling, seemingly unaware his parents had left.

Sean was looking ridiculously good looking, his T-shirt pulling up to expose abs I could never get enough of. I’d had a previous commitment to watch Sully, or I would be at my apartment right then climbing onto Sean’s lap myself. Horsey ride for me. I couldn’t get enough of him. But I wouldn’t cancel on Savannah. I knew she lived for the isolated breaks she got. It must be hard as hell to work from home with a baby in the same room.

Now though I was kind of glad I was getting to witness Sean with a child. I understood fully why his ex-girlfriend would trust him to babysit her toddler. He was great at it.

After another minute, he pretended to throw Sully, like a rider off a horse, gently depositing him onto the floor. “Whoa, runaway horse.” He rolled onto his side.

I kicked my boots off and sat down next to them. Sully used my knee to pull himself up into a standing position and gave me a drooling grin. “That was fun, huh?” I told him. “Sean can be a lot of fun. So much fun.”

“No dirty talk in front of the baby,” Sean said, giving me a smirk.

“I am not going to talk dirty in front of the baby. You, on the other hand, just straight up said you want to go downtown in front of Savannah.” It was hard to come up with another way to say ‘taste my pussy’ that wasn’t as equally dirty or truly cheesy. Though going downtown was pretty cheesy, damn it.

Sean laughed. “I didn’t know she would open the door right then. I had no intention of talking about sex in front of her. Going downtown or how much I prefer it over uptown or how sometimes the train stops at midtown and how frustrating that is, or how taking the express train is really, really satisfying.”

Each word he spoke somehow got me even hotter and I couldn’t even figure out why. I stared at him. “You’re impossible. Plus I don’t even know what the train stopping midtown means.” I really didn’t. “Which one of us is the train?”

The look Sean gave me was one of disbelief. “Do we need to have a lesson? Because I’m pretty sure you’re the tunnel and I’m the train.”

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