Bedding the Bachelors Box Set (Books 1-3) (42 page)

Eating the same diet every week? She’d go crazy if she had to do that. What fun would it be if you couldn’t have pancakes for dinner every once in a while? Or a burger for breakfast? And what was that about punishment?

Are you wearing lace panties again?

Her cheeks flushed and her breathing escalated. She relived the moment Max ripped her lace panties off the night before and went down on her. The fact that Robert was still frowning, studying her as if he could read her mind, made her wriggle in her seat to ease the ache steadily building between her thighs.

She couldn’t imagine Max, let alone the Max who’d played with Houdini and Chloe yesterday, talking about eating the same thing or planning out ways to consistently discipline his child. He was too fun. Too vibrant. Too spontaneous for that. Look what happened when she’d begged him to pull over and kiss her.

He’d acted.

He’d sensed she needed more than that.

And he’d given it to her.

Robert didn’t look like he could rip a pair of panties off anyone, no matter how turned on he was. But then again, that wasn’t the job he was interviewing for.

She needed to focus on Robert, not on Max’s naughty texts.

She texted Max back anyway.

Cotton underwear.

I don’t believe you.

He shouldn’t, she thought with a smile. She always wore lace panties
.

I’m in boring business attire.

Nothing about you could ever be boring, Dixie. Why business attire?

I’m Skyping with a potential candidate.

When he didn’t text back right away, she said to Robert, “I suppose we’d have to hone in on what each of us thinks is important. Make sure we’re in agreement with how to raise the child. There are parenting classes—”

“I’m not taking any parenting class,” Robert said. “I will be raising the child the way my parents raised me.”

Grace frowned. Was she supposed to know what that meant?

I thought that was scheduled for later?

He called early.

Is he everything you want?

No, she thought.

Not sure. He just said he’d raise the child the way his parents raised him. Which means a consistent diet and punishment. ☹

He’s an ass. Get rid of him. Now. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll punish you tonight.

She’d been thinking of getting rid of Robert-the-ass, too, but the moment Max mentioned punishment…

No, no. Stop thinking about Max tying you up and spanking you. Of making you feel so damn good it actually hurt. That wasn’t what a normal woman planning a family would want.

No matter how fabulous it was last night or is going to be tonight, she had to think of the future. You don’t have to love Robert, just make sure he’ll be a good father. She wasn’t going to make snap judgments.

She smiled sweetly at Robert. “I’d like to discuss what I consider important in raising a child.”

Take off your panties. Finger your clit in a slow circle and imagine it’s my tongue.

A shiver ran through her, culminating at her core, which went from hot to incinerating.

Stop sexting me, you pig.

Take them off.

Will you leave me alone if I do?

He didn’t respond and she read both his silent dare and his refusal to agree to anything. It just ratcheted up her desire even more. But she’d already had one naked picture used against her and that had resulted in sexual misconduct charges at work. Did she really want to risk putting another picture out there?

Grace bit her lip. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Max exactly. She’d trusted him enough to give him a blow job in a moving car. To beg him to kiss her and fuck her at the side of the road.

Her phone vibrated again.

I won’t ever do anything to hurt you.

Grace trembled and her knees went a little weak. Her fingers hovered over her phone before she quickly punched out:
What if I want you to hurt me in a good way?

Almost a full minute went by before he responded.

Did writing that make you wet?

Not wet. Wetter. Soaking.

“Grace?” She heard the male voice, but because it didn’t belong to Max, she was momentarily confused. It took all her effort to direct her attention back to her computer.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m just having trouble with how inflexible you seem.”

“Well, you’re a woman. Women follow the man’s lead. I mean—” Robert leaned forward into his computer camera, close enough that his face nearly filled her screen, bringing her attention back to him and away from Max’s texts.

“The agency said you were from the South,” Robert said. “I figured you’d act like a Southern woman.”

Her spine stiffened and she smacked her palms down on either side of the computer. Max had turned her on with his raunchy texts, but this man was eradicating her arousal with his sexist attitude.

“If by acting like a Southern woman you mean subservient to men,” she said, “you’re in the wrong century.”

“I disagree.”

He could disagree all he wanted. If he truly thought he was getting a baby from her, he was dumber than a soup sandwich.

Grace tuned him out and instead looked at her phone. Quickly, she texted Max:
He thinks I should act like a subservient Southern woman.

Don’t hang up on him. Take off your panties while he’s still on the line, then text me a picture of your beautiful body.

Robert’s voice brought her attention back to the computer screen. “So I’ll make the decisions, then. We’re in agreement?”

They were in agreement if she was a complete idiot and wanted a male chauvinist pig straight from the sixties to help raise her child. If Robert was any indication, it wasn’t going to be easy finding her baby daddy.

Grace. Panties. Pussy. Now.

She normally hated it when a man used the “p” word, but with Max… he had a gift for knowing when to use dirty talk and when to use a more subtle hand. He had the same wonderful instincts when it came to using his body.

She couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop herself. She pushed the rolling office chair back from the desk. Keeping her eyes on Robert and trying to be as discreet as possible, she pulled her skirt up, wriggled her black lace panties off, spread her thighs and, holding her phone strategically under the desk, took a picture.

Then hit SEND.

Max’s Magic Rule #12:

Enjoy the applause while it lasts… because it always ends.

After that night’s magic show ended and Max signed programs and tickets for his fans— he politely refused to sign various body parts offered by several women—he headed straight for Grace’s hotel. He’d thought of her throughout the day—far too much, especially after she’d texted that mind blowing picture of the tender wet flesh between her legs. He’d never had a woman who could distract him when he was on stage, but he’d had to concentrate extra hard to keep focused. That worried him.

He’d only been with Grace a few days and going to bed without her last night had been painful. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking of how she’d felt and tasted. How her expression had twisted and her body had shaken from the intensity of her climax. He wanted all that to happen when he was inside her. Even worse, he couldn’t foresee a time he didn’t want more of her. More time. More sex. More of whatever he could get. She was an intoxicating bundle of contradictions, a challenge but also fun, sexy, sweet. Most of all, being with her felt natural, as though the rest of his life was some kind of sham, and he could only let down his guard and be himself when he was with her. Like when they were in the car together. Or at his parents.

What the hell was up with that?

He was still contemplating the question when he pulled up in front of the hotel and handed his keys to the valet.

He could contemplate it all night. It wasn’t going to stop him from finally getting inside her.

In the elevator, he texted to let her know he was on his way. Still, he was surprised when she yanked the door open before he could knock.

He was even more surprised to see her eyes puffy and red, as if she’d been crying.

“Tonight isn’t the best time for us to continue this sex thing, Max,” she said, her voice shaking, her gaze fixed to the floor by his feet.

Instead of pushing past and entering her room, he placed one hand on the doorway and leaned close. Something was up, and it didn’t have anything to do with them. Did that guy on Skype something to upset her? Did he see what Grace was doing with her phone and give her a bad time about it?

Max told Grace before that they didn’t know each other yet—not well, at any rate—but he knew her well enough to know something hurt her, and badly. And whether she knew it about him or not, that was not something he was going to allow.

No one hurt his family. Or his friends. And as he’d already established in his own mind earlier that day, Grace was his friend.

“Let me in, Dixie,” he said quietly.

She shook her head and bit her lip.

“Grace. Invite me in.” He didn’t take a step forward, but leaned in close enough for her to breathe in his scent. When she didn’t back up, he lowered his head, touched his forehead to hers, and waited.

She didn’t push him away. Didn’t back up. Instead, she stood there for several moments, then whispered, “Come in.”

In less than two minutes, he entered, shot the deadbolt, and ordered a bottle of California old vine zinfandel, macaroni and cheese and chocolate ice cream—his comfort foods of choice. Then he guided Grace toward the bed. Sitting with his back against the headboard, he pulled her into his arms. Grace leaned into his embrace but still avoided looking at him.

“So,” he said, “we can sit here all night, and even fall asleep this way, with me holding you and you being silent, or you can tell me what’s going on. It’s up to you. This isn’t something I’m taking control over. This is up to you, baby. But just know—I’m a good listener.”

Grace snuffled and buried her head against his chest. “One more thing I didn’t know about you.”

He let out a light chuckle. “You’ve learned a lot about me in the past couple of days. What else are you referring to?”

“Your mom told me something I should have known about you already.”

“And that would be…”

She shook her head. “Never mind. I’ll tell you another time.”

“Wait a second,” Max said. “You can’t just—”

A knock sounded at the door. Gently, he disengaged himself and stood, but warned her, “We’ll get back to that.”

“Another time,” she said.

He opened the door to the bellman, who set up the food then accepted his tip with a grin and a “Love your show, dude.”

“Thanks,” Max said.

“Hmm. That’s weird,” Grace said when they were alone again.

“That a bellman has seen my show?”

“That a
guy
complimented your show. In the time I’ve known you, you seem to attract only female fans. Beautiful female fans.”

“Are you a fan, Grace?” he asked quietly.

She looked startled and pressed her lips together. Finally, she said, “You’re a great magician, Max. A great lover.” Before he could respond, she turned toward the food. “I’m famished. And thirsty.” He watched as she downed a glass of wine before diving into the food.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“What?”

She waved a fork at the tray. “What comfort foods I like.”

He shrugged. “I just ordered what I’d want if I was upset over something.”

“You get upset?”

The question pissed him off, especially given her telling statement that he was a great magician and lover but nothing else. She obviously thought he was shallow, hard-hearted and emotionally closed off.

But then he looked at her and saw only teasing on her face.

She’d said his mother had revealed something about him that she should have known already. Since his mom would only reveal good things about him, maybe Grace didn’t see him the way the rest of the world did. Maybe she just didn’t want to admit how much she liked him because that would leave her emotionally vulnerable. After all, he hadn’t exactly declared his intentions to remain in her life once this was all over.

“Food doing the trick?”

She nodded, set aside the tray, then cleared her throat. When she said nothing, he grabbed the bowl of ice cream and two spoons, and hopped back on the bed, this time leaning against the headboard next to Grace, who snuggled in and grabbed a spoon. “So, you being upset… Does it have to do with Operation Baby? Did the ass on Skype say something to make you feel bad?” he asked.

“No. I hung up on him right after I took that picture and sent it to you.”

“That picture was the highlight of my day, you know. But we’ll get back to that later, too. Tell me why you were crying.”

“It’s about my job. I don’t know if you’re aware of it, but I’m on administrative leave right now.”

“I didn’t know. Is that how you’re able to take a week off? Because you’re on leave?”

Sighing, she dug into the ice cream, then ate a few bites before responding. “There’s a sexual misconduct suit against me. A graduate student named Logan Cooper filed it after a faculty party.”

“Was he flunking out and needed to blackmail you?”

Her eyes widened. “You’re not going to ask if the charges are legitimate?”

He stared at her. “Seriously?”

“Well, you don’t really know that much about me—”

“I know enough, Grace. Enough to know you would never act inappropriately with one of your students. You can cover your body with tats and piercings and vajazzle, but you’re a class act all the way.”

Her face reflected startled pleasure before she frowned. “Vajazzle?”

“You know… embellishments for…” He waved his hand, making her giggle. “What? I’m being serious. It’s a thing.”

“You’d be the guy to know.” Her smile dimmed. “You’re right. I’d never do anything inappropriate with a student. Not intentionally anyway. But what happened was my fault.”

“How?”

“I did something, and Logan took it the wrong way. Quicker than a knife fight in a phone booth could start, he went to the dean and I was put on leave. I had someone, a witness who said he was going to come forward and explain that Logan misunderstood what happened. But I checked my emails tonight while you were doing your magic show and… well this witness is backing out.”