Page 79 of Pipe Dreams
“You’re going to get me fired,” Lauren said into his ear,and the breathy sound of her voice made him harder than he already was.
“No, I’m not. Sexting is the great American pastime. Hang on a sec.” He shifted in the bed. “There. Now my right hand is free in case you have anything you want to say to me.”
“I do.”
“Yeah?”
“Nice save in the third period last night.”
He groaned. “You tease me.”
“I’d like to,” she said, her voice low and serious.
They shared a moment of companionable silence before he asked, “So. Do you feel any different?”
He felt her huff of laughter as if she were right there with him. “No! It’s only been three days. I know you’re a super stud, but there’s no way to know yet.”
“How long do we have to wait?” He shifted his hips again just to feel the silky cotton sheets slide against his erection.
“I’ll start thinking about it in two weeks. Or, if you keep nagging me, I’ll think about it every minute between now and then.”
“And that’s not good?”
“It’s fine as long as I don’t need to use my brain for anything else. Like top secret business negotiations.”
“I see. Sure wish you were here right now. I’d make you forget about everything.”
“I have no doubt that’s true.”
“When can I see you again?”
“That’s not an easy question, is it? You’re back in town when?”
“Thursday. But I don’t have a game until Saturday. So—have dinner with me Thursday or Friday?”
“Sure. Let’s say Friday because Nate and I will probably be done burning the midnight oil by then.”
“Is that good for the baby?”
Lauren snorted. “You’re hysterical. If there is one, it’s the size of a grape seed right now.”
“There is one.”
“Mike! You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do,” he pressed, grinning into the phone. God, there was nothing better than lying here in the dark, Lauren in his ear. Unless it was Lauren naked in his arms. That would be better, come to think of it.
“I’ll have dinner with you under one condition.”
“Here it comes,” he teased. “Tell me what I have to do to take you out for dinner, oh, great one.”
“No talk of babies. It’s just an ordinary date.”
“All right,” he said easily. “I thought you were going to ask me to do something difficult. Like slay a dragon.”
“I should have asked you to shut out Detroit tomorrow.”
“I’m going to do that anyway.”
