“Okay, I’m just going to go then. To the basement. Get some sleep.” Martina inched her way to the door.
“Good night, sweetie,” Amie said. In her peripheral vision she saw Carrie’s arm waving around. Something was definitely going on.
“Ames, would you mind going outside and clearing off the tables? There are a ton of plates and cups hanging around.” Carrie shoved a garbage bag at her.
“All right. I’m going.”
Sleep. She needed sleep. Amie purposely didn’t schedule any sessions the next morning knowing that she needed a break.
She slipped through the sliding glass door to the back yard, ignoring the group of men sitting to her right, and counted down the minutes until she could slip off her dress and crawl into bed.
Chapter 5
Amie crept into the dark bedroom. “Marty? Are you awake?” Silence. “Marty?” she whispered.
She found the edge of the comforter and pulled it back, then slipped her dress over her head. Sliding into the bed in her pink cotton bra and thong, Amie sidled up to the body beside her.
“Martina, you’re burning up. I can feel the heat from your body.” Despite the lick of moisture that accumulated on her skin she cuddled closer. “Let me feel my niece.” Amie slid her hand over the body beside her and rested her palm on the round–
The body tensed under her touch. She moved her palm up, then down, trying to find the smooth, round belly she had caressed so many times before.
“Marty? When did you grow chest hair?” She slid her hand further down. The body underneath was hard, her fingers rippled over strong abs then she cupped something even harder. Her breath caught.
The body tilted back toward her, and the person craned their head around as if believing they could see in the pitch black of the room. “I’m not Martina.”
Amie reached for the lamp behind her. The chain clicked as she pulled it down, and a flood of light illuminated the small room. She was shocked to be resting beside none other than Milton Campbell, Mr. Uptight himself.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Amie accused, her fists slamming the mattress on either side of her.
“Will you keep your voice down? Other people are trying to sleep.”
“Fine,” she whispered. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Mr. Taylor offered me the bed. What are you doing here?”
“Martina offered me the other side of the bed. Where’s Martina?”
“At home with her soon-to-be husband. Where else would she be?”
Those little bitches! Amie knew they had something up their sleeve but never expected it would be this. “I guess I deserve it.” She slapped her arms against her body in defeat.
Amie slid under the covers and pulled them up to her neck. It wasn’t embarrassment. This house was always so damn cold.
“You’re not seriously sleeping in here, are you?” Milton asked as he scooted as far away from her as he could.
“I’m exhausted. Too tired to drive and besides, we’re adults. We can certainly share a bed without any awkwardness.”
“I think we deserve a little awkwardness since you ripped me a new one in front of a group of people.” He pulled up the covers. Damn! What did he go and do that for? His chest was sprinkled with dark, beautiful hair. It gathered at his sternum and grew all the way down…
“Amie?” Milton’s sexy voice broke her concentration.
“I…” There was no reason why they couldn’t sleep together. He was here first and there was a couch in the other room, but Amie needed a bed, damn it! “Look, you just stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine.” She reached over and pulled the brass chain, plunging the room into darkness once more. Shimmying further down the bed, she settled herself. “Good night.”
Amie could feel him hovering. He sat up on the bed, resting on one arm. He sat like that for a few minutes before he exhaled a loud breath and settled down beside her.
They laid in silence, she had no idea how long, but Amie knew he was awake. His staggered breathing was a dead giveaway to not only his state of slumber but to his excitement. She wondered if her hand happened to reach around and brush against his pelvis, would she find the same stiff erection? She remembered the thickness, the hard shaft-like steel in her hand. Amie had lingered over it too long, so long that it bordered on harassment. Heat rose up her body, searching for an escape from underneath the covers. Her nipples pebbled beneath the thin cotton of her bra. Despite being against everything that made him the man he was, she couldn’t help but be attracted. It didn’t help that he was pretty much naked, except for a pair of what felt like boxer briefs.
“What are you thinking about?” His strong voice sounded from beside her.