Page 51 of Tempted Away

She hesitates, her silence encouraging me to ask follow-up questions. Instead, I glower at her, waiting her out.

“Well, I was out last week, picking up some supplies for my sister. She’s going through a bit of a tough time, it being her first pregnancy. Morning sickness has hit her hard, so I was getting her some crackers and ginger ale. I don’t know what it is about ginger that helps, but it really does.”

I want to shake her and force her to get to the point. Instead, I nod, silently encouraging her to go on.

“Anyway, I was just leaving the store when I saw…” She looks around her, leans in closer, and drops her voice. “…her husband.”

“And?” Damn, woman. Get to the point.

“He wasn’t alone.”

My heart drops in my shoes. I don’t like where this is going. “What do you mean?”

“He was with a girl, and they looked all cozy, eating ice cream with their arms wrapped around each other.”

I grit my teeth at the knowing look she gives me. I fucking hate gossips.

If what Addie said is true, her husband’s stepping out on her. I didn’t believe Bailey when she said her husband doesn’t love her anymore; the idea is simply inconceivable to me. Who in their right mind would want anyone else if they have Bailey?

Fuck, I don’t know what to do with how it makes me feel.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

QUINN

“I REALLYhave to go now,” I murmur, but then my lips are on hers again, and we’re kissing like teenagers making out under the bleachers.

“You sure you don’t want to come in?” Her words are a siren’s call delivered directly into my ear.

Fuck, I want to give in so badly, but I need to get home. I’m already later than I told Bailey I’d be, and if I do, I know it will be at least another hour before I leave.

“I wish I could, but I still have to finish up that presentation for tomorrow.”

“If you come in, I’ll help you. We can get it done in half the time.”

I smirk at her. “We both know that if I do there won’t be any working or talking.”

That was the theme for the weekend. We went at it like rabbits all weekend, only venturing out for the occasional meal. “Besides, my dick needs a break.”

“But I love your dick,” she whispers, grabbing hold of said dick over my pants. “Let me just give it a little kiss goodbye.”

Fuck, this girl. One would think that after this weekend, I would have had enough of her, that this lust I feel for her would have abated, but it hasn’t. Everything she does to me, everything I do to her, is addictive. I feel myself weakening, but with regret clogging my throat, I push her hand away. I know if I let her blow me, I won’t be able to resist fucking her. We wouldn’t even make it out of the car.

But I know Bailey’s waiting for me, and I don’t want to smell like sex when I walk in.

“I’m sorry, baby. Rain check? I really do have a lot to do.”

“Buzz kill,” she mutters, but her eyes are smiling, and there’s no heat behind her words.

I pull her in for another kiss. “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

*****

Bailey’s on the couch, reading when I walk in. My heart drops into my stomach when our eyes meet. There’s no joy, no happiness to see me. Instead, they’re empty. She might as well be looking at a stranger. I know things were a bit off when I left, but Bailey can’t hold a grudge, and I thought she’d at least be happy to see me.

“How was the conference?” she eventually says. “It looks like it was a long one. You look tired.”

She’s inspecting my face and I look down. It’s irrational, but I have this fear that all my indiscretions will be reflected on my face, splayed open wide for her to see.

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