Somehow, in the last two weeks, we’ve kept up the ruse while in public, surviving on stolen glances, secret kisses, and knowing that once we’re home, all bets are off. It’s been a special kind of foreplay—denying ourselves the pleasure of immediate gratification. We spend as much time as we can inside the bubble and safety of our home, where we no longer pretend that there is nothing happening between us.
Anyone looking in from the outside while we are home would see a loving family. With every feeding, diaper change, and giggle he gets out of Gabby, I fall harder for this man.
“Just one kiss,” he says before pressing his lips to mine.
Famous last words.I’m pretty sure “just one kiss” was how he lured me into the walk-in fridge five minutes ago—or was it ten? Honestly, I’m not sure. Time always seems to stop when we’re together.
My head hits the shelf behind me as his lips leave mine and begin trailing up my neck, lingering at my hammering pulse point. His teeth sink down gently into my skin—not hard enough to leave a mark, though. Biting is a new kink we discovered I enjoy in the bedroom. It’s primal and claiming. Of course, anywhere that he makes those marks, it’s in a spot that no one else can see. But while it’s hidden from view from others, we know it’s there.
“Do you know how hard it is to work with you so close and not touch you? Or to look at that counter and not have a hard-on thinking about the way you came apart on my fingers? Every time you walked in there tonight, I wanted to bend you over the counter and slip my dick inside you.”
My breath comes in quick pants as he seals his mouth to mine. My body wins over my head, and I lose myself in him as his tongue slips into my mouth. I grind my pelvis against his, and I wonder if we can fuck in record time. When balancing our new relationship and parenting, we’ve become pretty good at quickies.
We’re being so reckless right now, especially with both my brothers in the same building, but neither of us seems to care.
Rhy’s hand slips under the material of my shirt, about to slip under my bra, when the fridge door opens.Fuck!We quickly separate.
Oh my God, what were we thinking?
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Logan, the other bartender, says, frozen in the doorway. His gaze bounces between the two of us. Did he see anything?
Please don’t look down and notice Rhy’s erection.Thankfully, the jacket sort of covers it.
“It’s no problem. I was just showing Payton some things she could freeze as natural teething rings.”Way to go on the quick recovery, Rhy.I could kiss him right now.No, Payton, no more kissing!
Logan nods, although I don’t know if he actually believes the excuse for us being in the walk-in refrigerator with the door closed.
“Sure, sure. Don’t mind me. I was just coming in to grab some more garnish for the bar.” He clears his throat, refusing to meet my eyes. One might think there’s something super interesting on the floor by the way he’s focusing on it.
Logan quickly grabs the container of citrus and holds it up. “Well, alright, bye.” He hurries out of the space, and I finally let out a breath when the door closes behind him.
I cover my face with my hands and relax against the shelving. “Do you think he knows?”
Rhyland closes the distance between us and removes my hands from my face, clasping them in his. “Do you mean, do I think he saw me feeling up your perfect tits?”
“Oh my God, Rhyland,” I hiss, smacking his chest. “I mean it.”
“So am I. Good thing he wasn’t a few minutes later because he may have found my fingers deep in your pussy.”
I can’t with this man. We need to get out of here before someone else comes in here. I slip through his fingers, but before I can get too far, Rhyland grabs my hands and pulls me flush against his chest. His erection is prominent in his pants and pressing against my ass. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
“Babe, relax, okay? I don’t think he noticed anything.”
“Impressive that he didn’t notice that giant eggplant in your pants.” I grind my ass against it teasingly.
Gripping my jaw, he tilts my head to look up at him over my shoulder. “But tell me one thing.” His voice goes so serious.
“Anything,” I respond, my gaze dropping to his mouth, where his tongue slowly drags against his bottom lip.
He smirks when he catches me. “Will you just tell me how wet you are right now?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a soft groan while rubbing my thighs together. “So wet.” My response tortures us both.
“Good.” Rhyland presses a quick kiss to my lips before walking around me, slightly nudging my shoulder as he passes.
“What?” My eyes whip open to reveal I’m all alone. “That’s it?” I pout, and I can hear his laughter from the kitchen.Asshole.
I wait and count to ten, trying to calm my racing heart. I don’t think it really matters if we’re spotted walking out of here together, since I could just use Rhyland’s excuse he had come up with on the fly if anyone were to question it. Thankfully, the coast is clear when I find Rhyland alone, back at the prep station, his apron tied back around his waist as if nothing had just happened.
