My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

Oh, goddess.

I clutched the sheet to my chin and frantically tried to remember last night. It was all a bit fuzzy. Going to Vee’s. Drinking wine. Laughing. Awkwardness. Texting August and then him showing up at Ivy’s door.

Shit, I was at Ivy’s. And August was—

I opened one eye and cautiously shifted my head before immediately snapping my eye shut again.

August was in bed with me.

Shirtless. Possibly pantless too.

I pressed my thighs together and took a quick assessment. Something had gone on down there last night. But full sex? The penetrative kind? After I’d texted him and said I wanted to make a—

“Oh, goddess,” I moaned aloud, belatedly wishing I could suck the words back into my head along with my crazy, alcohol-induced baby request.

And Ivy. Ivy had put thoughts in my head.

And Vee.

And all of those happy, glowing mothers who had found their forever while enjoying a forbidden night of pleasure. Or twenty-two forbidden nights.

I wasn’t fussy.

Maybe he was still asleep. Guys rolled over and dozed like the dead after sex, didn’t they?

If we’d even had sex. All I knew was we’d had something that made me feel all tingly and sensitive.

Flashes of memory took root in my brain, and I flushed from head to toe. Kissing August, pushing him against the door. Him making me laugh by carrying me and dumping me on the bed.

I turned my head toward the other side and smothered a sigh. He’d given me the sweetest present, a lovely, tiny violet still struggling to survive in its small cup of water.

He’d also given me one heck of an orgasm with his lips and tongue and fingers, but who was keeping track?

Me. I so was. The only part that I wasn’t sure about was if he’d planted a flag inside me. Possibly literally and figuratively, since I’d asked him to do so.

August brushed a kiss over my shoulder and I shivered. When he did it again, same reaction.

I was so screwed.

“You’re up,” I said lamely.

“I am.” He rolled onto his back and I nearly gasped at the pole holding up his sheet tent. He was ready for service in all ways.

Do not get wet. Do not get wet.

“It’s daytime.” My voice was as prim as I could manage while I was flat on my back with my nipples as hard as marbles and my fingers twitching with the need to grab his morning wood.

Caution: wet…not paint.

“So it is.” His voice was filled with amusement as he tracked my gaze straight to his cock, clearly visible under the sheet.

I couldn’t tell if he was naked under there. Not that it seemed to matter as far as modesty went. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen it before either, but there was full sunshine in here.

Ivy’s. Sweet heavens, we were in bed together at her place. Where she could knock on the door at any time. Where she could have heard so many things.

“How much noise did I make?” I shot a furtive look at the closed bedroom door. Had we locked it? Could it be locked? How were we supposed to get him out of here undetected?

“You were as delicate as a hurricane.”