“Sounds good.”
Death by politeness would be listed on Jack’s death certificate if Madi didn’t show up soon.
I barely finished the thought before Madi rounded the corner and walked into the open floor plan living space.
Jack’s voice faded along with everything else in the room.
Madi’s wavy, long brown hair cascaded around her face, framing her lined hazel eyes and luscious red lips.
That fucking lipstick on those lips had me going hard in a nanosecond.
In front of her fucking brother.
Booster seats. Diapers. Baby vomit.That did the trick.
I felt the heat of Jack’s glare, but I ignored him.
“You look beautiful.”
Madi’s blush reminded me of the night I spent making her cheeks and chest flush red.
Booster seats. Diapers. Baby vomit.I played those thoughts on repeat so I didn’t tent my pants like I was saluting the flag with my erection.
Her blue sweater hugged her delicious curves, and her calf-high boots added two inches to her height. I couldn’t wait to walkbehind her so I could see her ass move in her tight, whitewashed jeans.
Booster seats. Diapers. Baby vomit.
“Thank you.” She turned to Jack. “I’ll be home later.”
Jack opened his mouth, but Meg’s voice came out as she stepped beside him. “Have fun.” She made Nat wave to us.
“Thanks,” Madi answered. She didn’t wait for Jack to say anything; instead, she turned me towards the door and gave my back a less-than-patient push. “Let’s go.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Madi’s laugh squeezed my chest. Fake date, I reminded myself. Not that I wanted it to be real.
I don’t do long-term romance. But I’d go on a friends-with-benefits date with Madeleine Sheppard any day.
Hell, I’d even let her tie me up and use me any way she wanted.
Something else I’ve never let anyone to do.
The door thudded shut behind us.
“You look good. too,” Madi said.
“Thanks.”
When I placed my hand on her lower back and walked her to my SUV, she didn’t pull away. My hand itched to slide under her sweater and touch her soft, warm skin.
Rein it in, Robinson, you’re not getting lucky tonight.
No. Instead I’d go home alone with the worst case of blue balls on the planet and relieve the sexual tension with my hand.
“Where are we going?”
“I thought about going out of town.” If this were a real date, I’d drive her far from prying eyes. “But since we want to send a message...” The reminder was more for me than her, since she probably didn’t need it.
