Page 113 of The Fake Out

“Hey, baby.”

“Blaise, when are you two gonna have a baby?” Lily asked.

I glared at her.

Blaise looked like a deer in headlights. “I don’t think any time soon.”

Lily looked at me with a mischievous smirk. “You might want to reconsider that.”

Blaise started to ask her what she meant, but then she took Rosie back and walked over to take a seat beside Logan. Hmm, an interesting choice there.

Blaise nosed across my neck. “What’s she talking about?”

“Nothing,” I insisted. “Baby, don’t burn the burgers.”

“I won’t,” he told me, but he insisted on kissing my neck.

I bit back a moan. This man was insatiable, but so was I, and I loved that he made me melt with every touch. He could be needy sometimes, too, like the fact he had been begging me to move in with him for the past three months until I finally relented.

I pushed him away. “Baby, we have company. You can have me later.”

“Do I get to tie you up tonight?” he whispered huskily against my ear, and I felt his dick poking against my stomach.

“Maybe, but you need to get that thing out of here.”

He laughed as he adjusted his shorts. “Sorry, sweets, you know what you do to me.”

“Horny!” I teased.

He reached a hand up and caressed my cheek, his thumb sliding across my bottom lip. “Don’t be a brat.”

“You like when I’m bratty.”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

“Get out of here before we have to escape upstairs, and you burn the food for everyone. I need to check on the mac and cheese.”

I darted back into the kitchen before he could say anything else. I loved my boyfriend, but I didn’t need to get all hot and bothered in front of our friends. I checked the baked mac and cheese and started working on the salad.

I turned my head at the sound of the back door opening, and I smiled at Lily coming in with her little girl in her arms.

“Hey! Did you relax for like thirty seconds?”

She jostled Rosie onto her other hip. The baby started crying, and Lily sighed. Lily recently weaned her off breastmilk, and her soon-to-be toddler was cranky lately.

“Honey, you need help,” I said.

She bounced her daughter again. “Hang on, I’m gonna put her down for a nap in the guest room. She was up all night last night; she’s probably cranky.”

I waved her off as I whirled around the kitchen, making sure we got everything done. Max ended up coming inside and saw me looking stressed.

“Oh gosh, tell me what you need,” she offered.

I shrugged and took the mac and cheese out of the oven. I let it cool while I instructed Max on what I needed last-minute touches on. Dinah mentioned Max was a whiz in the kitchen. Maybe I should have enlisted her sooner.

Lily came back into the kitchen. “Okay, what do you need from me?”

I poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her. “Drink this and relax. Max is helping.”