“Hey, you two, my two babies,” Jim said from the doorway behind Tasha making her jump slightly while Connor began to search the space around him for his daddy's voice. “Well, hello, baby.” Jim leaned down to kiss Tasha's lips gently. “And hello, buddy. How you doing?” he asked and was rewarded with a gurgle from his son. “That good, huh? Although I like it when Mommy bathes me,” he said with a wicked grin at his wife before rolling his shirt sleeves up. “How about Daddy finishes bath time while Mommy does whatever Mommy needs to do.”
“You'll get no argument from me. I'll go and find some dinner and then I will be back up for when you are dry and dressed and ready for feeding before bed little man.” Tasha planted a kiss on her son's nose before getting to her feet to kiss her husband on the lips.
It was only about fifteen minutes later when she returned to find a crying Connor rubbing his eyes while being fastened into a baby grow covered in dinosaurs.
“Here she is, the milk machine. Daddy just doesn't cut it when you're hungry, does he?” Jim looked across at Tasha who was already sitting in the nursing chair and undoing the buttons on the loose fitting shirt she was wearing, preparing to feed their son.
Within seconds of being handed over to her, Connor was suckling against his mother's breast, contentedly feeding while Tasha simply enjoyed the closeness and the opportunity to just look at him, study him.
“Are you okay? You're not still thinking about Rachel, are you?” asked Jim seriously, watching his wife stroking their son's forehead.
“No. Sorry. Bobby came round earlier, with Abby,” she began.
“And?”
Tasha explained the purpose of their visit, yet surprisingly Jim said nothing until she had finished.
“How do you feel about that, honey?” He sat on the footstool in front of the chair she sat on.
“I don't know. So long as he can't turn up or cause disruption for Dan or Pippa. I just need us all to be safe from him, especially Connor,” she admitted tearfully.
“Baby. I have learnt my lesson the hard way, allowing your father and Mickie the chance to get anywhere near you, twice. It won’t happen again, ever. You believe that, right?” he asked and she couldn't deny that she did. He spoke with such conviction and she trusted Jim like she had never trusted anyone, ever.
She nodded and he smiled at her lovingly.
“Good, and we will make any legal arrangements required, okay?”
She nodded again.
“I'm going to take a quick shower while you settle Connor and then we can have dinner, talk about this work offer and then I am taking you to bed.”
“Sounds like a perfect evening, Mr Maybury, especially as this is usually Connor's six-hour sleep.”
“Glad you approve, Mrs Maybury.” He smiled before leaving her alone with their son in the nursery while his own smile dropped once out of sight.
Chapter 19
Once Connor was settled, Tasha went downstairs and after preparing dinner went back upstairs leaving Jim talking on the phone to Bobby. Taking a quick shower, she decided she should make more effort to look lessmumsy, so, wrapped in a towel entered the wardrobe to find something to wear, something that was sexy rather than functional for breastfeeding. Skimming through the rails she laughed as she paused at the grey shift dress she'd worn for that first flight to LA.
Unsure whether it still fit, she pulled it from the hanger and selected a set of black lace underwear comprising a push up bra and a pair of lace top stockings. Dressing, Tasha hoped that having just fed Connor she was safe from her breasts leaking milk. The dress was slightly tighter across the chest and hips, but possibly looked better for it. Maybe her post-baby body had some perks after all. Slipping on a pair of black heels she knew how ridiculously overdressed for dinner at home she was, but she didn't care, for a few hours she just wanted to be herself; Tasha, Jim's wife, his lover and part of that was looking like she used to rather than only looking like a new mum.
Jim was still on the phone in his office when she got downstairs. Placing the baby monitor on the kitchen counter, Tasha smiled at the sound of her son's contented breathing as she threw together the stir fry vegetables she'd sliced earlier.
Jim's voice grew louder as it got closer and then came to an abrupt end momentarily,
“No, what? Sorry, Bobby. I got distracted.” He stood behind Tasha, pressing the hard lines and curves of his body against hers. “Yeah and thanks again, bye.” He ended his call and lowered his lips until they were pressed against Tasha's neck. “Dressed for seduction, baby?” he asked with amusement and arousal in his voice.
“Maybe,” she replied as he pressed an erection into her hip making her gasp with anticipation.
“Well, it's certainly working, although you'd look highly fuckable in a sack.”
She laughed.
“So, what have I done to deserve this then, honey? Our flight dress, stockings and shoes that I intend to inspect more closely when they're resting on my shoulders while I fuck you, would you like that?” A single moan left her lips, making Jim nip at her ear. “I'll take that as a yes.” He snaked an arm around her waist before skimming up to cup the underside of her breast.
“James,” she moaned as she tried to keep the stir fry moving.
“You bet, baby,” he whispered, still mouthing her ear as his hand travelled down her body, over her belly that was almost back to its pre-baby flatness, across her hips and thighs until he reached the hem of her dress that he was now pulling up revealing her legs and stocking tops. His fingers traced patterns on the exposed skin above her stockings.
