He left her in the kitchen and she wanted to happy dance. She’d hear Tory’s story. Might be interesting in her dull day. Wow. This was gossip, but it didn’t count when it involved Amedeo. He was going to tell her and she wasn’t going to share it with anyone.
The time dinged on her casserole. She checked it then turned off the oven. She could keep it warm while she wanted for Amedeo. How domestic of her to cook again, she thought. She knew how, but she didn’t often cook for herself. It would be cheaper, so she really should start doing it again.
Usually she was coding into the night and realized later on that she was hungry. With the baby, she’d have to eat more regularly.
She pulled the salad she’d made out of the refrigerator. The table was set. She’d decided they’d eat in the dining room for a change. Once again, how domestic. Must be the pregnancy.
***
Amedeo hung up his tie on his rack. He had to admit, he liked coming home to someone. He’d thought it would be the hardest part of having Violet here. Instead, he didn’t see a downside other than he still found her sexy and he didn’t know how to approach her about it.
Maybe tonight would be the night. He wanted her. She was even sexier with his child in her belly. Not that he’d ever had trouble getting a woman in his bed, but this was different. He had to spend the next seven or so months with her. He couldn’t screw it up.
No condoms. She was already pregnant. No need for birth control. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone without a condom. Tory had been on the pill, but for some reason he hadn’t believed her. He should have seen that as a sign.
He sighed as he pulled on jeans and headed back to the kitchen to find Violet. She was in his dining room. Candles were lit on the table and she’d put on a tablecloth.
“Fancy.”
“I was going for homey,” she said.
He couldn’t help smiling at her. “To what do I owe this?”
“I was having trouble with some code.”
“Huh?
“If I can’t figure out a problem in my code, I get creative. I make food. I decorate. I color.”
“Color?”
She waved her hand. “Never mind that.”
He stepped into the room. She’d poured a glass of wine for him. The food on the plate looked delicious. His stomach rumbled. “I guess I better dig in.” He sat then glanced at her place. “You’re eating with me?”
“Yes. I waited.”
The idea warmed him, though it shouldn’t. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends. They were two people sharing a house until a baby arrived.
“Thanks.”
“You going to tell me about Victoria?”
He laughed. “You had an ulterior motive.”
“I did, but that wasn’t the only reason I did all of this,” she said.
“No?”
“No. It was just like I said. I guess I’m feeling maternal, too.”
“How maternal?”
“Well, maybe not maternal, but a little horny.”
His eyebrows went up. He knew it. He cleared his throat. “Uh, horny? I’m sure I can take care of that.”
“I was hoping. Not like I can get pregnant. And you’re stuck with me until I have this baby. Might as well have some fun.”
He figured it was the hormones talking. Would he be a bad guy if he took advantage of those hormones? And give her what she wanted? Give him what he wanted. He hadn’t had sex since their night together. He wasn’t going to have sex anytime soon with her here.
This way they could both scratch an itch.
“Okay. Can I eat first?”
“I’m pregnant. I need to eat first,” she said.
His night was looking up. He never ate so fast in his life. “We can clean up the dishes later.”
He took her hand, then kissed it. Then he pulled her into his arms. Her lips were warm and she was pliant up against him. His body woke up with her there. Damn. He broke off the kiss then led her up to his bedroom.
He didn’t think he could get her naked fast enough and her hands on him were as eager to get rid of his clothing. This was how they’d been their night together. There lovemaking hadn’t been slow and easy. She’d demanded as much as he’d given. Maybe more. At the end of the night, he’d been more sated than he’d ever thought possible.
He wanted her to call him, but she hadn’t. Until she’d shown up pregnant.
They were naked now, her body pressed against his, sliding down him. She knelt in front of him and took his dick into her mouth. “Oh, Violet.”
He put his fingers into her hair and she slid her tongue underneath his penis. He thought his body would explode, but he wanted to do that inside of her. As wonderful as her mouth felt, he wanted both of them to have the pleasure.