Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Shelby
Helping Leonard gather the plates, I follow him into the kitchen.
“Are you sure all the cake is gone?” Riley pouts, trailing us.
“Yes, muffin. We ate it all.” But even as I say the words, I lean over the island counter and drag the cake tray toward us.
A large hand settles on the small of my back, and I shiver beneath his touch.
Depositing the dirty dishes on the marble countertop, I snatch the spoon off the top. Scraping all frosting left in the tray, I fill the spoon before handing it over to the grinning little girl in front of me.
“You’re a bad influence,” her dad whispers in my ear.
I wink down at Riley and laugh when I see frosting around her mouth. Raising my right hand, I catch the cloth that Leo throws. Gently gripping her chin, I wipe away all evidence of our sweet treat.
“Daddy, can I watch TV?” Riley pleads with big doe eyes.
“I told you no more screens. And it’s nearly bath time.”
“Awww.”
How can he say no to that face?
I quickly find myself pouting with her.
“No.” He points at me. “Baby, you can have thirty minutes playing in your room, but I don’t want to hear that television.”
“Okay,” she happily agrees as if she won.
I peek out of the kitchen, shaking my head as she skips down the corridor. “I’ve babysat kids that would have had a tantrum over that.”
“Riley knows not to push. No means no. Arguing will only result in no screen time tomorrow.”
“She’s a good kid, and she’s lucky to have you.”
Lifting the plates, I head for the sink, cringing when my core reminds me of my nightly activities.
“What’s wrong?” Leo frowns.
“Nothing.” I wave him off.
“You’re in pain,” he argues.
I shrug, “Not the bad kind.” Shit. I blush at my own words. “Forget I said that.”
“Not a chance.” He shakes his head. “Where’s the pain?” he pushes.
I roll my eyes. “You know where,” I huff.
“Your elbow?” He smirks, raising a brow.
“No.” I glare.
“Your knee?”
Standing beside him at the sink, I place the dishes into the soapy hot water.
“No.”
“Then where?” he asks, tilting his head toward me.
“You know where.” I roll my eyes. I don’t think my face could get any hotter.
His shoulder bumps mine. “Where?”
“My . . . lady area,” I stutter.
Leo throws his head back and laughs.
I smack his arm, not that he even moves. Jackass.
When he laughs harder, my lips twitch.
“I’m a doctor, Miss Keen. You can say what it’s called,” he taunts through his chuckle.
“My . . .” I start but shake my head. “Nope.”
“Your vagina hurts.”
I pull a face at his words.
“Your pussy aches.”
My jaw drops at his bluntness. “Leonard!” I shriek.
I’m so shocked that I don’t even react when his hand clasps the nape of my neck. Pulling me in close, Doc kisses the side of my head.
“Have you told anyone else about your boyfriend?”
“No,” I blurt, “and he’s not my boyfriend.”
“If he’s leaving you with a good kind of pain, he’s your boyfriend.” He grins.
“What he is, is complicated,” I huff, drying my hands on the cloth towel before throwing it at his chest. “I’m going to say good night to my favorite person in this house.”
I feel his eyes roam over me as I start to leave the room.
I’m flirting with Dr. Moore, and he’s flirting back! I get laid a few days in a row and turn into a hussy.
It’s not cheating if you don’t know who he is, I remind myself. So then why do I feel guilty?
A sharp hit to my ass makes me jump. A loud crack sounds through the room. My ass is suddenly on fire.
Doc stands where I left him, a smirk planted on his handsome face, the dishcloth in his hand. “Roll your eyes again. I dare you.”
Arousal roars through me along with disbelief.
What has gotten into us? Eyeing him, I feel my cheeks flame more at my next thought. I know what I want to get into me.
It’s official—sex has turned me into a hussy.