I shook my head. "Never. I've got my life all sorted, and it doesn't include kids." I looked down at Andrew, contentedly sucking on the nipple of the bottle as his eyes stared up at me. I had to admit, the little guy was cute. But I wasn't going to be swayed by cuteness. "Sorry, little guy. No cousins for you. At least not on your mom's side."
"Why not?" Reyna asked.
I looked at her like she should know why not. "Because I have my life figured out, and it doesn’t include kids. At least not one of my own. I have nothing against kids. I love Andrew to death. But I don’t have the bandwidth to give a wife and kids what they need." I looked at Reyna intently. "You know that's true. Whenever I'm awake, I'm most likely working."
She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yes, I do know that."
"I was never going to get married and have kids," Max said, looking at Amelia with so much love in his eyes I might've gagged if I wasn't so happy for her.
"Sometimes, plans change," Amelia said, staring back at Max with that same saccharine love expression.
I glanced down at Andrew again. "Your parents are gross. You should tell them to get a room."
Everyone laughed, and after that we moved on to a new topic, which was a great relief to me.
The next morning, Reyna and I were on a plane heading to Phoenix, Arizona. I booked us a suite that had a tub for two and a pool not far away. While I would work during most of our stay, I figured I could eke out some time to enjoy the sun and Reyna.
When we arrived, I checked us in and immediately went to my business meeting, letting Reyna relax. Later, we’d have dinner with the potential business partners.
I returned to the suite feeling good about the meeting. I was confident in my presentation, even if my audience kept their interest in my proposal close to the vest.
I tossed my coat on a chair as I called for Reyna. When there was no answer, I went out through the back door and found her by the pool. I had a moment of disappointment that she wasn’t wearing the bikini. Maybe I should've told her that I was okay with the bikini now. Of course, the one-piece was sexy too.
I walked over to where she lay on the chaise chair under an umbrella. "Working hard, I see."
Her lips tipped up in a smile before her eyes opened. "I can verify that the sun is working."
I laughed.
"How did your meeting go?"
"I feel good about my presentation, but they were unreadable." I rolled my shoulders. "It's made me a little tense."
Her brow arched, and I was glad that she understood the meaning behind my statement. "You need me to help you relax?"
I glanced down at my slacks, which were already starting to tent. "What do you think?" I held out my hand, which she took, and I helped her up.
“You don’t seem tense to me,” she said as I led her to the bedroom and ran my lips over her sun-kissed shoulder.
“Really?” I tugged her close so she could feel my erection.
“That’s not tension.”
Her voice sounded light, like she was teasing me, but a part of me wondered if she wasn’t into having sex at the moment.
“Can you still help me?”
“Of course.”
It occurred to me that I was being selfish asking her to service me. “Maybe I’ll help you.” I tugged her swimsuit down, exposing her body. I’d had sex with her so many times by now, but every time I saw her body, it stole my breath. She was fucking perfect. In a year, we’d part, going on with our own lives. Until then, I planned to indulge in her body as much as she’d allow me to.
She’d undone my shirt, so I shirked it off. But then I pushed her on the bed and took my time touching and tasting her body until she was warm and languid under me. I looked down on her. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks rosy with a sheen of perspiration. My heart seized in my chest.
Her eyes opened. “Is something wrong?”
I swallowed, trying to deal with the unsettling feelings swirling in my chest. “Nothing’s wrong.” I kissed her to keep her from seeing what was happening. I didn’t know what it all meant, but I was sure that I was precariously close to falling for my wife.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN