“I’ve got it.” I grabbed the bag and carried Mason back into the bedroom.
And of course, the bedroom was nice as hell. There was a huge bathroom attached to it with a standing shower and a big Jacuzzi tub.
“Thanks, Obama,” I mumbled as I set up Mason’s little travel crib. Once that was done, I gently picked him up from the car seat, careful not to fuss him around too much, and gently placed him inside the crib.
He was sleepy already, which was a blessing. Normally he would be upset about being somewhere new, but he was too tired to fight it.
I watched as the little guy slowly drifted off to sleep before setting up the baby monitor and walking back into the other room.
Emory was sitting on the couch, his legs kicked out on the coffee table, sipping something brown from a tumbler.
“What are you drinking?” I asked.
“Whisky. Grab yourself something.”
I walked over and poured filled it with ice and tonic water. I came back and sat down on the other end of the couch, curling my legs underneath myself.
“Mason asleep?”
“Yeah, fortunately. He went down easy.”
“He seems like a good baby.”
“He can be pretty easy, but he has his moments.”
Emory cocked his head. “Most babies do I’m guessing.”
“Don’t have much experience with infants?”
“If I’m honest, Mason is the first baby I’ve ever held. I’m not exactly around infants in my line of work.”
“Still. Cousins, sister, nobody in your family had a baby?”
“I don’t have much of a family. My team is my family now.”
“Huh. I feel like I’ve always been around babies.”
“Got a big family?”
“Big enough. Some cousins. No siblings though.”
“One more thing we got in common.”
“I don’t know if we really have much in common, Emory.”
“Oh, I disagree with that. We’re both Midwesterners, and we both want each other.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Okay then. But I’m not lying when I say you’re soaking wet right now. I bet you can’t stop thinking about how we’re alone, very, very alone.”
He was absolutely right, but I wasn’t going to admit it. We were very alone, and that thought excited me. I didn’t want it to, but I knew with Mason sleeping we could be doing absolutely anything.
Like maybe letting his lips and tongue work my pussy again.
I shook my head. “Not even close. Maybe my dad was right.”
He laughed. “You think I’m just a crazy person.”
“I don’t know.”
“For your sake, I wish I were. That’d be easier than the truth.”
I frowned. “So this is your life? You go around killing terrorists?”
“When I’m not meeting beautiful women in exotic places, yeah, pretty fucking much.”
“Meet a lot of beautiful women?” I regretted that question as soon as I said it.
“Jealous, princess?” he asked, grinning that asshole grin.
“Not at all. I was just curious.”
“Right. Just curious.” He finished his drink and moved closer to me. I sipped mine tentatively. “What else are you curious about?”
“Why me?” I blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow and studied me for a minute. “You want to know why I chose you that night?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “Of all the women there, why me?”
“Easy. You might not realize it, but you stood out like a fucking lightning bolt in that crowd.”
“I wasn’t the prettiest girl there.”
“I think you were.”
“You’re just saying that to get in my pants again.”
“So what? It’s clearly working.” He moved closer again. “It was that body and the way you looked at me, like you wanted to suck my cock right there in the club. Hungry, fucking starving for sex. I haven’t seen that look before or since, but I see it every time you stare at me like that.”
I quickly looked away. “I should tell you something,” I said.
He moved even closer. I could feel his body near mine and my heart began to hammer in my chest. I should have gotten up, walked across the room, put some space between us.
But I really didn’t want to. I wanted to stay right there and feel his thigh against mine, his muscular body, his delicious, cocky smile.
“What?” he asked, mostly a whisper.
“I was a virgin. The night you met me.”
He paused, clearly surprised, but the look passed as fast as it had happened.
“You didn’t fuck like a virgin,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “That pussy fucked like it was built for my cock.”