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Elias offers a polite nod. “It was most invigorating, thank you. I hope you’ll continue to practice each pose with us.”
I shake my head and laugh.
“I’ll see you guys in my office,” Kace says to Elias and Finn, indicating he’ll be staying after.
They leave the studio, and I’m about to weasel my way out too, but Kace has other plans. In the blink of an eye, he’s right in front of me, arms quick to wrap around my waist as he pulls me close. My body is glued to his, and I can feel his erection pressed against my loins, leaving me breathless.
“I’ve got a feeling you’re the real deal, Amaya,” he whispers, his lips brushing over mine.
“What do you mean?” I pause and nervously look around. “It’s not appropriate what we’re doing.”
“I don’t see you pushing me away,” he replies before kissing me deeply. “Dammit, I’m glad you stumbled back into my life. You have no idea.”
His cock twitches, causing a familiar ache between my legs to expand and radiate upward until my heart threatens to crack open. “Kace…”
“We both know you’re about to lie to me,” he says. His hand moves up, ever so slowly along my side before reaching between us and cupping my breast. His touch threatens to destroy my defenses altogether. “So I’ll save you the trouble. See you again soon, Amaya.”
“Soon,” I mumble as he pulls back.
Again, I’m left barely breathing as Kace gives me a playful wink and walks out. I feel cold in his absence, in desperate need of the body heat that he so generously offered. My breasts tingle as I inhale deeply and anxiously look around for my water. I need to cool down my internal flames.
Whatever their game, I’ve got a feeling they want me to play. The scary part is that I absolutely want to, regardless of the consequences. I seem to lose all inhibitions whenever they’re around.
My reasoning returns after a few moments; however, it cannot quell the longing. Damn, this is so confusing.
And so exciting.
It’s been eons since I’ve felt this way. Hell, the last time I had my senses rocked to the core was with Kace. That night at the bar. The night we met. The night we conceived Mikey.
I do need to tell him, eventually.
I don’t want to lose control of the situation, though.
Another day. Another day, for sure, I’ll figure out a way to tell him.
6
Amaya
Mikey is exhausted, dozing on and off in his car seat while I drive us back to Sacramento. He had quite the busy day; they’re getting ready for Fourth of July at the daycare center decorating the place with patriotic-themed paper cutouts, decorating cookies with red, white, and blue glaze, and cutting out small pieces of red, white, and blue construction paper for confetti. The kids are having a ball every day, so by the time I pick Mikey up, his battery is at an all-time low.
I’m right there with him—tired doesn’t even begin to cover it after the day I’ve had—but it’s a good feeling. Hard work pays off, and I’ve got happy customers across the board.
On top of that, my relationship with my bosses continues to improve. Maybe a little too much on the personal side, but I can’t really say no to any of it nor do I want to.
I keep thinking about Kace, about his kisses, his intense touch. I also keep thinking about Finn and that devilish smile of his. I imagine him grinning as he takes me from behind, Elias’ dark eyes watching me as I take him in my mouth. I shake the thoughts away and focus on the road, face flushed for the umpteenth time today.
“It’s gonna get weirder and weirder,” I mumble to myself as I blend into the Sacramento traffic.
It’s a river of cars as the sunset melts into the western skyline, showcasing shades of bright pinks and fiery reds. The traffic seems as tired as I am, taillights glimmering crimson in front of me. Horns are honking every few feet, but I barely care. All I want is to get home and dissolve into a full bathtub with a glass of wine.
Not before I put Mikey to bed, though. I doubt he’s got any strength left in him for dinner, but that’s okay. The daycare center feeds the kids right. They’ve got an on-site nutritionist who makes sure they get the appropriate amounts of healthy food with a focus on every macro-nutrient.
Hell, I’d say he eats better in daycare than he does at home.
As soon as I pull up outside my apartment building, however, hopes for a quiet evening wither away. Derrick stands at the bottom of the front steps, hands in his pockets and a sour look on his face. I blocked his number, and clearly that didn’t register as it should’ve.
“Blocking you didn’t mean you have to try harder,” I say, getting out of the car.
