“Good, I know this great guy,” he whispers in my ear as his hand caresses my hip.
“Oh? Tell me more?” I play along, letting my fingers run through the bottom of his hair.
“He can be an ass sometimes, but he’s sort of head over heels for this sexy mom he knows,” he replies.
“Wow. He sounds taken,” I reply.
“Oh, he is. He has plans for her later,” he whispers.
“Does he now?” I ask as I lean my head back to meet his gaze.
His pupils are dilated, and he looks intently at me. I lick my lips, and he watches my mouth before finding my eyes again.
“He doesn’t want to go look for that missing key instead?” I joke.
He leans down so his lips are brushing the shell of my ear. “He has another game he wants to play.”
He presses a hand to my back, and my front feels exactly what he means as his erection presses into my belly. I glance over at Ava.
“I think it might be a while. Ava’s on a sugar high and she hasn’t even had the cake yet,” I say as I motion toward my daughter.
Bray’s gaze follows my finger, and he laughs as he sees her waving the bouquet around. “She’s going to give us all a run for our money in a few years, isn’t she?”
“Probably. I was a royal pain in the ass as a teenager,” I laugh.
“I hardly believe that,” he says.
Bray looks around as we continue to dance. The song ends, and he holds me to him for a beat. “I have an idea. Go get us some cake,” he says as he pats my ass and walks over to Al, who is sitting back at the table with Margie and Cornelia.
I walk over to the cake table and grab a slice for both of us and one for Ava. I watch Bray from across the room. Damn, I haven’t taken much time to appreciate how fucking hot he is in a suit. He looks absolutely edible. I want to pinch myself that this man wants me.
I look up at the skylight where a few stars are just making an appearance. “Don’t fuck this up for me, universe. I need a win here,” I mutter before heading back to the table with the cake and a heart brimming with affection for the man staring at me from across the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Bray
“I need a favor,” I say to Al, Margie, and Cornelia.
Margie smirks. “Are we babysitting tonight?”
I deflate a little. “That obvious?” I state.
Cornelia cackles. “Child, you couldn’t be more obvious if you boned her in the middle of the dance floor.”
I glare at her, and she shrugs. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I was watching you two dance.” She motions to the dance floor. I grimace. I thought we were dancing like normal people, but the way Cornelia said that makes me feel self-conscious that everyone was watching us.
She clearly reads my mind because she laughs again. “Don’t worry. It’s just my old-lady Spidey senses.”
I eye her suspiciously, but she just shrugs and grabs her glass of wine.
“We are winding down here. So, we’ll grab Ava and go get her stuff. She can sleep in the giant sofa bed we have,” Margie says.
“Thank you,” I reply.
She winks. “You kids have a fun night.”
I roll my eyes, and she laughs. “Of course you will. You have three years of pent-up sexual frustration to fuck out of each other. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to be young again?”
