Page 44 of One Moment Please
And a whole lot more I never would’ve expected.
And now we’re having a child together, and the fact that I might want more from her than just being the biological mother to my child is confusing as fuck.
“Maybe we could see each other outside of appointments,” I offer, watching her face for a reaction.
“Like how?” she asks, pinning me with a dubious look. “Like more therapy sessions? Hard pass. I only did this one because I wanted to meet this doctor, but this isn’t the normal way men and women interact, Josh. If you want to hang out with me, it has to be more personal than whatever this was.”
“Like?”
She shakes her head like she can’t believe we’re having this conversation. “Like a normal outing, you fool. Think of stuff you’d do with a date.”
I hit her with a flat look. “I’ve always been a little busy with my job. Dating has never been a priority for me.”
Her brows knit as she looks me up and down. “Well, dates usually involve dinner and an activity.”
“An activity?” Arousal builds in the crotch of my jeans when my mind goes to a very dirty place that involves naked activities.
God, she really does look sexy in those overalls.
Lynsey shrugs. “I’m open to that if you are.”
“Okay, then. Dinner and an activity,” I repeat and then a thought hits me. “Oh, there was something I wanted to ask the doctor about but I forgot.”
“What?” Lynsey asks, watching me expectantly.
I deadpan, “I was going to ask her if the fact that you like to be spanked during intercourse is something I need to be concerned about.”
“You motherfucker.” She whacks me on the arm.
“Careful now,” I scold. “That phrase takes on a whole new meaning now that you’re pregnant with my child.”
“Oh, my God,” Lynsey groans into her hands. “I just realized that we conceived this baby while I was begging you to spank me.” Her face turns beet red, and out of nowhere, she starts laughing—a full-on belly laugh.
“I wasn’t spanking you the whole time.” I fight the smile that wants to spread across my face as I watch her come unglued. She really is stunning in her pigtails with the sun shining behind her as she wipes away her tears of laughter. Shaking my head, I reach into the back seat and grab something. “I don’t want to forget to give this to you.”
She calms and stares at the white box. “What is it?”
I shrug dismissively. “Open it and see.”
A dubious look spreads across her face. “If there’s a kinky whip in here, I am getting out of this vehicle right now.”
I have to bite my fist to stop from laughing. “You’ll have to save that for your Christmas list, Jones.”
She pops the top open and gasps. “Is this French silk pie from the cafeteria?”
I nod curtly while putting the car in reverse. “I figured you’ve been missing your favorite food group.”
She blinks rapidly, and I swear tears fill her eyes before she leans back and shoots me a coy smile. “I’ll try to keep this off your crotch this time.”
I wait to back out of my spot so I can pin her with a serious look. “If you want to drop it there, just make sure you’re up for cleaning up your mess this time.”
She bites her lip, and her eyes lower to my mouth. In the few seconds it took for me to deliver that reply, the temperature shot up ten degrees. We stare at each other for a heavy moment.
I don’t want the damn pie in my lap—I want her.
Before either of us can say or do anything, a car honks behind us, breaking the sexual tension fogging up my windows as they wait for me to back out.
I sigh. “It’s probably wise for you to wait to eat that until after I get you home.”
