I glance around the bedroom, plotting my escape. I have to get out of here before she wakes up and forces me to talk about what we just did. Before she forces me to talk about the insanity of the night.
I physically cringe just thinking about it. Seriously. What’s there to say after something like that?Oh, hello. Thanks for making me come in my boxers…Still hate my guts? Great. See you later.
Yeah, no thanks. I’m not good at those moments.
Plus, I have a very important business meeting tomorrow. I need to get my head in the right space so I can prepare for work.And that’s a bit hard to do with my morning wood pressing against Jules’s naked thigh.
Carefully stretching my arm out as far as I can reach, I pat around on the floor until I find my phone in the pocket of my pants. I grab it, grateful to find that it powers on, even though it’s sitting at seven percent battery life.
I scroll through a few worried text messages from my mom, asking me where I disappeared to at the party. But then I find a couple more texts she sent in the night, reassuring me that Cameron’s good, fast asleep next to his cousin.
Cameron…
The thought of my son is just another reminder that this whole one-night-stand shit isn’t for guys like me. I never would have snuck out from the party like that if Cameron wasn’t completely safe and taken care of. But I still can’t be doing nonsense like this. I’m a dad first. I’ve got no time for putting my baser needs before my son’s.
Mind made up, I strategically maneuver out from under Jules’s dead weight, first freeing my legs and then my upper body. I carefully slide a pillow under her head, hoping she won’t be able to tell the difference between my chest and the new bedding swap.
Once I’m out of the bed, I tiptoe around, picking up my clothes that are strewn around the room. It takes me so long to find my second sock that I don’t bother to get dressed here. I can’t risk waking Jules up and being forced into an awkward talk.
So, instead, with my armful of clothes, I just head for the door. In a final moment of weakness, I pause and turn back. I stand at the bedroom door and take one last eyeful of Jules.
She’s breathtaking. Despite the big, bold tattoo on her shoulder blade, everything about a nude Jules seemssofter. Maybe it’s the lack of leather and biker boots. But she seemsmore vulnerable. Fewer rough edges.If I didn’t know better, I’d describe the woman as warm and cuddly.
But Idoknow better.
Jules is only sweet when she’s sleeping—or orgasming. As soon as she wakes up and those dark eyes land on me, she’ll be right back to her rude, bold, sassy self.
Hence my motivation for getting the hell out of here.
I creak open her bedroom door and step out into the living room. Butt-ass naked.
I make it one step before a surprised squeak catches my attention. My gaze flies across the open space, finding a wide-eyed woman thumbing through the mail on the kitchen counter and cradling a takeout coffee cup.
The woman takes an eyeful of my junk and lets out a whistle.“Well, good morning toyou…”
Aw, shit.
6
JULES
Ilet Lincoln Raines eat my pussy.
I-let-Lincoln-Raines-eat-my-pussy-I-let-Lincoln-Raines-eat-my-pussy-I-let-Lincoln-Raines-eat-my-pussy.
Never in a million years did I think I’d be lying naked in bed, listening to Mr. Button-Up bumbling around my bedroom in the early hours of the morning. I’m completely freaked out at the fact that I let that man spend the night taste-testing my private parts.
So instead of sitting up and busting him in the act of sneaking out, I’ve been trying to keep my breathing steady and natural as I pretend to still be fast asleep.
Which is really freaking hard to do when he keeps bumping into things and muttering to himself. He’d make the worst ninja. I had to stifle a laugh when I heard him swearing about his socks. Lincoln is just too uptight and responsible to be bumbling around in the nude, cursing like a sailor.
I sort of find it endearing. Which, in turn, makes me really annoyed with myself.
So what if Mr. Button-Up has glorious abs and shoulders as wide as Lucky Clover Bridge?! It changes nothing.
He checks every box on mydo-not-touchlist.
Divorced. Check.
