Page 26 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
He shifted in his seat as his blood supply headed straight to his hard length.
He stroked his thumb across her knuckles. “I may have to find someplace private to have my way with the rancher’s daughter,” he replied, getting way too turned on by this conversation.
“The rancher’s daughter! That’s good,” she said in a low rasp, not helping calm the raging hard-on in his pants.
She licked her lips. “One.”
He stared at her delectable mouth. He’d already started in on his ravaging the rancher’s daughter fantasy.
“One what?”
“Remember, the countdown? The one about researching how to soothe a crying baby,” she replied with a sexy as hell purr.
Damn her powers of seduction!
“That’s right!” he exclaimed.
He went to work, typing in the search bar, then clicked on an interesting result.
Georgie held out her phone. “This website says, let them cry. They’ll learn to self-soothe.”
He skimmed his article. “The one I clicked on says you’re not supposed to do that. Crying is a child’s way of expressing distress. Leaving them to cry it out could be traumatizing.”
Georgie glanced at her phone with a creased brow. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he said, not at all pleased with the internet. “This has to be an anomaly. We’ll figure out which one is right later.”
He checked his watch, then stole a glance at his worried wife. He needed to shift the mood.
“We still have twelve minutes before our meeting. Could the lonely rancher’s daughter use a little cowboy comfort?”
The uneasiness drained from her face, and her seductive smirk returned.
She looked around the coffee shop. “Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a haystack for miles.”
He could do better than a haystack.
“Come on. I have an idea.”
He took her hand as they left the coffee shop and headed toward the CityBeat building. While they were on their honeymoon, Bobby and Hector had messaged him with pics of their new workspace. The men had decided to renovate a bank of unused offices. And that meant an empty room for them to act out whatever fantasy they wanted in ten minutes or less.
They breezed into the CityBeat building. He waved to security, then guided his wife into an elevator. There was no need for them to provide ID. Their images were plastered all over the lobby.
Some days, it didn’t hurt to be quasi-famous.
“You seem quite determined,” Georgie said, eyeing him carefully.
“It happens to be your lucky day, ma’am. When I was out corralling the cattle, I came upon a secret spot.”
Look at him, talking the talk!
“Did you now?” she asked, gazing up at him through her lashes.
The elevator pinged their arrival.
“Are we going to Bobby and Hector’s new office?” Georgie asked as they headed down the hall.
“Yep.”
