Her eyes widened. “Your son is right in the next office.”
“I know. That’s why you’re not bent over that desk right now, and I’m going to settle for a little taste.”
She licked her lips, and deciding Beck could come look for me at any second, I was done wasting time. I cupped the back of her neck and used it to pull her close as I took her mouth in a rough kiss. My other arm hooked around her waist, and she whimpered as I tugged her body flush against mine. She smelled so damn good. A sweet fragrance mixed with her naturally sexy feminine scent was intoxicating. It took every bit of restraint I had not to turn her around and push her up against the door. When I grabbed a handful of her ass and she moaned into my mouth, I almost lost that restraint.
My dick was throbbing by the time I released her mouth. I was just about to go in for more, when I heard my son calling.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, leaning my forehead against Emerie’s. “I’m going to have to hide my hard-on so he doesn’t ask questions I’m not ready to answer.”
Luckily, I was wearing dark jeans and was able to adjust myself before going to Beck.
“What’s up, buddy?”
“Can we get hot chocolate before we go skating?”
“You just had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Don’t you think that’s enough chocolate for the morning?”
My son was smart. “But it’s gonna be cold outside, and it’ll keep me warm on the inside.”
Emerie came to stand next to me. She smiled. “He has a good point.”
“Are you going to come skating with us?” Beck asked.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t know how to ice skate.”
“My dad can teach you. He’s good at everything.”
Nice, kid.
Emerie looked to me for help.
I shrugged. “Kid’s got a point. I am good at everything.”
She rolled her eyes, then spoke to Beck. “You and your dad don’t need me slowing you down.”
“We’ve never gone ice skating with anyone else. I can show you my moves.”
Emerie turned to me with one brow lifted. “He’s got moves, huh? Just like his father.”
I lowered my voice. “Come. Let him show you his moves, and I’ll show you mine later.”
Chapter 31
Emerie
“I don’t think it’s broken.” The emergency room doctor had my swollen ankle in his hand. It was already turning blue. “But we’ll take an X-ray to be sure.”
“Thank you.”
“The nurse will be by in a few minutes to get some information, and then she’ll call for the X-ray technician.”
“Okay.” I turned to Drew. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. You were making me go too fast.”
“Too fast? A grandmother pushing a bucket on the ice lapped us. You shouldn’t have let go of my hand.”
“I got scared.”
We’d ice skated for more than two hours, and I still couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. Because I was so unsteady on my feet, my ankles were constantly wobbling back and forth, which caused my skate to loosen. The last time I fell, there’d been no ankle support, and I twisted the damn thing. It hurt, but I hadn’t thought it was broken.
Drew, however, took one look at the swelling and decided we needed a visit to the ER. There was no talking him out of it. His buddy, Roman, had met us in front of the hospital and took Beck back to his place so Drew could stay with me.
The nurse came by with a clipboard. “I need to ask you some questions. Your husband can stay if you want, but he’ll need to step out when the technician comes to shoot the X-ray.”
“He’s not…” I motioned between Drew and me. “We’re not married.”
The nurse smiled. Not at me, but at Drew. She also batted her eyelashes.
Really?
“Well, then I’ll need to ask you to step outside,” she told him. “I’ll come get you after I finish asking your…”
She waited for Drew to fill in the blank.
“Girlfriend.”
“Oh. Yes. I’ll come get you when I finish with your girlfriend.”
Was I imagining it or had she been fishing to see if we were together? Drew kissed me on the forehead and said he’d be back. As soon as he left, the nurse started rattling off medical questions. Only then did it hit me that Drew had just called me his girlfriend.
***
“I can walk.”
Drew had just scooped me up for the tenth time. He’d carried me from the rink to the cab, from the cab into the hospital, from the hospital into the cab, and from the cab all the way up to his apartment where he proceeded to set me up on the couch with my foot elevated. Just as the doctor instructed.
Now, he’d just had food delivered, and he was carrying me to the table.
“Doctor said not to put weight on it.”