A Baby Affair (Parent Portal 2)

Climbing on a bike with a hard-on was not pleasant. Nor was the fact that the woman who’d caused it could see full well that he hadn’t controlled his desires around her.

His only comfort was that she wasn’t looking anywhere in his direction and so, perhaps, had missed his evidence. Had she also missed the way his heart had started to pound when she’d returned his kiss?

He’d noticed how hers had.

He had to ride back to her car with her, to get Tricia’s bike, but he’d have gone, anyway. They had issues between them to resolve.

And there was no way he’d have left her to ride alone—not as upset as she was.

Sliding down from the seat even before her bike had come to a complete halt, Amelia pulled her leg over the lower bar and had the kickstand in place before he’d dismounted. She yanked her keys from the pouch around her waist. “See you later,” she said, turning toward her car.

Craig’s bike tipped, almost fell over, as he hurried to follow her. He got to her just as she’d grabbed the driver’s side handle.

“Wait,” he said, just off to the side of her. “Please, Amelia. We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“I’m not sure I do, either, but I think we should.”

He knew as she stood there, hand on the door without opening it, that she was going to grant him his request. And knew instant regret.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her—or Isabella.

Would he ever be?

Two cars passed each other, pulling in and out of the lot. A nearby door slammed. He felt exposed. Far too public for the conversation ahead. And the bikes...

“I need to get the bikes locked up,” he said. “We could talk in my vehicle. That way I’m not invading your space and you can get out and go at any time.”

She didn’t say anything, but followed him back to the bikes. Amelia rolled hers up alongside his SUV, waiting with it while he got his in the rack and then reached for hers. He’d already unlocked the doors and she climbed into the passenger side while he finished securing the bikes for the short drive home. He’d have taken longer if he thought she’d wait around.

He wasn’t eager to hear her tell him that she couldn’t see him again. That he couldn’t see her again. If anything, he wanted the exact opposite.

“I should never have said anything about my overactive libido,” she said before he’d even closed the driver’s door behind him. Just hearing her say the word libido sent a shot of electricity right back to his genitals and he saw the error in his suggestion that they sit together in the vehicle. His body’s instant reaction was right there up close and personal, for her to see. A hard-on and a steering wheel coexisting together.

There was just no good way to get out of the situation.

“I was just...you being a doctor and all...”

Yeah, adopting a bedside manner would have been good. Unfortunately, he wasn’t at work, she wasn’t a patient and the only visions he could see of her and a bed were of them in it together.

“I read that elevated sex drive was common.”

“It is,” he said. He had to say something. To make this right. “And you weren’t wrong to talk to me about it,” he added, not at all sure where to go from there. Except he said, “I’m the one who needs to apologize. I’m so sorry I took advantage of you. I wish I had a good explanation. I just don’t.”

“You didn’t take advantage of me.” She glanced over and their gazes met for the first time since Talley had interrupted them in the backyard.

He’d be giving the dog steak for dinner, or something comparable. She deserved all the thanks he could give her.

“I’ve been going crazy with wanting it to happen.” She sounded disgusted with herself. And his body still rose to the occasion. Every time he’d start to relax, then there he was again, standing at attention. Just no easy way to do this.

“It’s been on my mind, as well. And I’m not suffering from gestational hormonal fluctuations.”

“We’re diametrically opposed.”

“I know.”

“Your house...even being in the laundry room looking into the kitchen... I didn’t want to be there.”