Page 44 of Baby Maker

“I’m sorry I didn’t miss it.” He unbuttons his shirt, revealing his toned pecs and arms. God in heaven, but this man is beyond gorgeous. I know he’s in his sauce and likely doesn’t realize that he’s giving me an unofficial striptease, but I’m not complaining. “I’m hopping in the shower.”

“Strip club grime this time?”

“Exactly. Care to join me?” He winks at me, but I’m not entirely sure if he’s kidding.

The man has no idea how tempting an offer it is, but I’m not going to fool around with a man who likely won’t remember it tomorrow. “I’ll wait here.”

For the second time that evening, I have a front-row seat to Keegan exiting the bathroom. Only this time, he’s pushed aside social pleasantries. He’s naked, save for a towel slung low on his waist, and I may or may not be drooling at his washboard abs and the happy trail disappearing beneath the piece of terry cloth.

In fact, my entire body is trembling at his proximity, and I’m acutely aware that it’s been over two years since I’ve had sex. Hell, the closest I’ve come to penetration is that night with Keegan.

“Feel better?” I manage, my breath catching as he strolls to the opposite side of the bed, his blue gaze intent on me.

“Getting there.”

I bite my lip as I attempt to force my gaze to remain on PG locations, but my eyes have a mind of their own. They want to explore every delectable inch of him. “Are you coming to bed?”

I wait for him to drop trough and slide under the covers. I’ll figure out my next move afterward, I suppose. Keegan grasps the edge of the blanket but hesitates. “Shit. I sleep in the nude, but that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly, would it?”

Perhaps not, but I’m not complaining. Even if I don’t have sex with him, I’ll gladly spend the rest of the evening ogling him.

He slides on a pair of boxers, gifting me with a view of his ass before he joins me in the bed. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“This meaning us sleeping together?”

“In the same bed, yes.”

I smile, my fingers reaching out to trace along his jaw. It’s an unconscious gesture, but not an unwelcome one, as he leans into my caress. “I’m fine with it. I trust you won’t do anything untoward.”

Not that my body doesn’t want him to do all manner of untoward things to me.

“Never.” Keegan grasps my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.

“Did you have any fun tonight?”

“I’m having more fun now.”

“Here I thought you’d be swinging from chandeliers, a line of lap dances waiting for you.”

Keegan chuckles, inching closer to me on the bed. “What you must think of me. How was your night?”

“It was nice. Relaxing. Renaldo has amazing hands.”

“Who the fuck is Renaldo?”

I giggle at his heated glare. Even in the low light, I see his eyes narrowing at my statement. “My masseuse.”

“What you’re telling me is that I went to a strip club but avoided any up close and personal contact while meanwhile, you were getting a rubdown from Renaldo?”

“Basically. Does it bother you?”

I’m joking, but Keegan grabs my waist, yanking me flush against him. “It does. The idea of another man touching you infuriates me, actually.”

“He was a consummate professional.”

“I don’t care. I don’t like him touching you.”

My nails graze down his chest as my palms slide across his pecs. This man’s body is a work of art. “Are you jealous? Dr. Russo, I believe you might have a crush on me.”

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