Dirty Distractions (Afternoon Delight 1)

God help her, but she giggled again. Like a teenager. Or a woman in lo—lust. Strong, deep lust.

Bracing herself, she glanced at the doorway. He leaned against the jamb, wearing pajama bottoms and a smile. His blond hair tousled instead of rumpled, his eyes bright and alert rather than bloodshot. He held a cup of coffee she assumed w

as his until he extended it to her, murmuring, “Here, kitty, kitty. Got something for you.”

She arched a brow and ignored the fragrant steam rising from the mug. He could not lure her that easily. “Why don’t you come here?”

Wrong word.

“Come in, come in, hard!”

“Jesus, Telly,” she muttered, covering her face with her hand.

Brad laughed and crossed the room to her, pushing the cup into her hand. He brushed a kiss over the top of her head. “He’s not the only one feeling frisky this morning,” he said, his breath stirring both her bangs and her so-not-languishing sex drive.

Before he could direct those damnably distracting lips at hers, she took a long sip of coffee that seared the roof of her mouth. Ouch. She choked and rubbed her eyes, praying she didn’t look as wretched as she felt. Or maybe that was a good thing. If she did her best impression of a weepy-eyed grouch, perhaps he’d give her some time to think. To make sense of all this insanity.

“How’s Kim?” she gasped between coughing fits.

“Bitching and eating corn flakes. She’s already complaining she won’t be able to wear her crazy heels with her dress at the benefit.”

“Is she hurting a lot?”

“Hard to tell. She’s grumbling too much to mention it.” Brad tipped up her chin and caressed her puffy lower lip. Yep, she’d burned that too. One stroke of his thumb and her clit pounded to get his attention. Damn her suddenly sociable body. “You gonna be weird now? Thought we’d moved past all that when you begged me to fuck you.”

Indignation rose and smothered embarrassment. In the range of inappropriate emotions, indignation was always preferable. “I didn’t beg. Exactly. I strongly suggested it early this morning.” When she’d awakened to find his fingers in her pussy and his warm tongue on her breast.

“Guess I’ll always have to gag you when we have company in the house.” She stiffened when he leaned closer and nudged her belly with his rigid cock. “Lucky for me I can think of things to put in your mouth.”

She stepped back and swallowed more coffee. It didn’t do much to clear the desire haze now wrapping her brain in layers of Brad-scented cotton. “Thank you for the coffee. I’m starving.”

“Not for me, apparently.”

“Brad—”

“No, I get it. Furtive night fucks are one thing. Kisses in the morning another.” His tight smile as he turned away made her ache for him, and this time not just his body. “I’m on my way to work. Catch you later, babe.”

She frowned and stared at his retreating back. “Wait a second. I have to go into work today. Who’s going to stay with Kim?”

“I’m not a damn invalid!” Kim yelled, clomping up the stairs.

Sara rushed to help her. Brad had already slammed his bedroom door. So much for his being interested in helping his sister. He was probably poking the eyes out of the stuffed macaw Sara had bought him at the sanctuary gift shop a few weeks ago. Right then, she didn’t blame him.

As she helped her best friend shuffle to the bathroom, she heard Telly’s distinctive call from the bedroom. “Oooh, uhh, ooh!” Not again.

Kim’s eyebrows knitted. “What’s up with your bird?”

Sara’s face flamed. “He’s hungry. I forgot to bring up his food from downstairs.”

“Come in hard!”

She yanked on Kim’s arm. “Hurry.”

“Sounds like he’s horny, not hungry.” Kim elbowed her in the ribs. “Maybe he needs a woman. Aww, a pair of lovebirds. Wouldn’t that be cute?”

She nudged Kim up the hall. “No. The bird’s celibate.”

“Huh. Sounds like you lately.”