Page 34 of Raging Inferno

Chapter Ten

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The ringing phone wakes me from my slumber and I keep my eyes closed, praying whoever is calling me hangs up and gives me another five minutes of sleep. Of course, that’s just wishful thinking on my behalf. I’m not a young woman recovering from a night of great sex. I’m a single mother who had to pull lots of strings to get a night alone with the man she’s been dating for a month—a man who just happens to have the patience of a saint and the body of a God.

A moan sounds from the back of my throat as I blindly roll onto my side and pat the nightstand for the offensive device. My fingers fumble as I make a grab for it. With one eye open, I stare at the screen and see it’s my sister FaceTiming me. Normally, I wouldn’t engage with Amber without having at least two cups of coffee and especially not when I’m in a man’s bed, but she took Christopher for the night.

I quickly sit up and force my eyes open as I accept the call. Forgetting I probably have the worst case of bed hair in history or that I’m wearing nothing but one of Jimmy’s t-shirts, I smile at my boy as his face appears.

“Hi Mommy,” Christopher says, his little face squished against the screen. “Whatcha doing?”

Leaning against the headboard, I steal a glance at Jimmy and find him in all his naked glory stirring beside me. Careful to keep the phone far away from him, I offer Christopher a smile.

“I’m just getting up. What about you? Is everything okay?”

“Aunt Amber burned the eggs,” he reveals. “Now, she’s trying not to burn the bacon too. When are you coming to pick me up?”

I’m not sure how she survives on her own, my sister can’t make toast without burning it.

“I’ll be there soon, baby,” I promise. “Why don’t you have a bowl of cereal and when I pick you up, I’ll take you for breakfast.”

“Okay!” he says. “How was your trip?”

“My trip?”

“I heard Aunt Amber talking to grandma,” he explains. “She said with any luck you’d see stars. I thought that meant you were going to the moon.”

I’m going to kill my sister.

As I’m about to tell my son to ignore everything his aunt says, I feel Jimmy’s hand on my thigh. Turning my gaze to him, I take in the amused smirk on his face.

“Did you see stars?” he whispers huskily.

At the sound of his bedroom voice, I bite my lower lip to suppress a whimper. I thought seeing Jimmy in uniform was something to behold but, this, him naked with his salt and pepper hair all mussed, smiling at me with that sexy grin of his—well, let’s just say a woman can get used to this.

Bringing my index finger to my lips, I motion to the phone.

“Oh, Mommy, I’ve got to go. PJ Masks is on. Here’s Aunt Amber,” my little guy calls into the phone. Before I can tell him goodbye or assure him I didn’t take a trip to the moon, he drops the phone. A second later Amber’s face fills the screen and her eyes go wide.

“Well, well, look at you,” she sing-songs. A shit eating grin spreads across her face and she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

I really hate my sister.

“Shut up,” I hiss, smoothing down my hair.

“Please tell me you finally got Jimmy’s hose otherwise I’m not sure I can be your sister anymore.”

I feel the heat spread to my cheeks as I grit my teeth and stare daggers at the screen.

“Amber,” I seethe.

“Where is he anyway?”

“Good morning, Amber,” Jimmy says smoothly. Chancing a glance at him from the corner my eye, I watch him fold his hands behind his head with a smug expression on his handsome face.

“He really is a hero,” Amber says. Tearing my eyes away from Jimmy, I look back at Amber and furrow my brows. “He saved your vagina from death.”

Jimmy laughs as he rolls onto his side and runs his hand up my thigh. Bending his head his mouth finds my nipple through his shirt and a gasp slides past my lips.

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