Page 127 of Denim & Diamonds

“What are you two talking about?” Brock’s voice startled me.

He looked so handsome in his black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, and best of all, he looked rested.

“Hey, you.” I smiled up at him. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a rock, thanks to you.” He sat down next to me, placing his hands around my cheeks and bringing me in for a kiss. My nipples stiffened. Apparently, it didn’t matter if I was still holding his son, my capacity to be turned on by this man knew no bounds.

Brock took Patrick from me. “What did I miss?”

“A bottle, a bowel movement, and…an I-told-you-so.”

Brock smiled. “Ah! He got you, eh?”

“Yeah. But it was fine.” I shrugged.

He arched a brow. “You mean that?”

“I actually do.” I smiled.

“Well, you know, I thought you were amazing before you walked in here like a white knight and took care of my son. But now, Red? You’re gonna have a tough time keeping me away from you tonight, if I can ever get him to sleep again.” He set the baby in a little seat across from us and waited a few seconds before looking backat me and grinning. “I think he’s actually gonna give me a break and stay in this seat.”

Brock returned to his spot on the sofa and pulled me over to straddle him.

“I fucking missed you so much.” He groaned.

“I missed you, too.”

He lowered my face to his and kissed me passionately. Tasting him again was heaven. Brock grunted into my mouth as he pushed his tongue inside. I felt myself growing wet, which felt wrong with the baby right there. After several seconds of being immersed in our kiss, I forced myself off of him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“We should stop.”

“Why?” he asked, his eyes hazy and lustful.

“You know why.”

“Patrick doesn’t understand.”

“I know, but…”

“Are you staying tonight?” he asked.

“I was planning to.”

“Well, Patrick’s crib is on the other side of the room. And I fully plan to fuck you properly. So we have to figure something out, even if I take you on the damn kitchen counter.”

A chill ran down my spine.

He turned toward me and brushed the backs of his fingers against my cheek. “Tell me how you ended up here. What made you come?”

“Honestly? I had a panic attack while on a boat in the middle of Lake Como.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. They had to bring the boat ashore, and I promptly said goodbye to a very worried Giovanni and Francesca.”

“Are you okay now?”

“Yes. It all just finally caught up with me. I couldn’t get on a plane here fast enough. I needed to see you. Needed to meet him.”

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