Page 99 of Hot Stuff
“Are you sure? How old is the kid?”
“He looks about three.”
“Yeah, if I’m remembering right, she couldn’t have hidden a pregnancy while they were first together. Are you sure he’s that old?”
“Yes. I’ll send you a link to one of the articles?—”
“Don’t bother, I’ll dig around and see what I can find and get back to you.”
“Thanks, Amos.” Hanging up, I lower my phone and stare out the windows, not really seeing the city before me.
“Who was that?”
I turn to see Walker leaning against the wall just inside the bedroom door. “PI.”
“Ah, okay.” He pushes off the wall and stalks toward me. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.”
“Because I’ve got my PI investigating Kristina’s latest grab for fame?”
“You think that’s what she’s doing?” He stops in front of me but doesn’t reach out.
“Yes. Although I thought she was a little smarter than this. It’s going to be so easy to discredit her claim. I’ve already got a timeline of pictures taken the first two years you were with her and there isn’t even a bump to her belly.”
He moves in, lifts his hands, and cradles my face. “You do me in, Oakley.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good and bad.” He grins.
“Oh?”
“Good because you own me. I’m yours one hundred percent. And bad because you’re not getting rid of me now.”
Pressing his mouth to mine, he pauses there, our lips barely connected. I want more but he’s obviously got an agenda or he’d have dived deep already.
“I wish I could give you half of what you give me.”
“You do. The feelings go both ways, Walker.”
“Yes, but you’re bailing me out of every?—”
I pull back and slap my palm over his mouth. “This is not a one-for-one deal. It’s balance, and sometimes one of us holds more than the other. It’s the only way a true partnership works, and I think that’s what we’ve got, what we’re building, right?”
He pulls my hand away to speak. “I’d like to think so. But I can’t help wondering when you’re going to get sick of me bringing all the crazy to your life.”
I smile. “I’m going to remind you of this conversation when the shoe is on the other foot because it will be once we start pushing the Rogues.”
“I’m here for whatever you need.”
“And if I need you to kiss me?”
“Just say when.”
“When.”
He doesn’t disappoint me. His lips are on mine, his tongue sweeping back and forth in a slow caress that has me wishing we could head back to bed.
But even as I think that, he’s retreating. When he lets my mouth go completely, he rests his forehead on mine and cradles my face the way he likes to do, the way I like him to.
