Carter cocked hishead and gave Grant a look like he wasn’t sure if that sounded good or not. Hissub was going to analyze everything. Hopefully, he’d come to realize thatsometimes it didn’t matter why something turned you on, it just did. Stillgiving Grant a questioning look, Carter shifted away slightly. “Let’s go get ashower. I’ll let you make the coffee if you promise you can actually make itright.”
Not sure what wasgoing to happen in the shower, Grant tried for a neutral look. Figuring he’dplay it by ear, he gave Carter a quick kiss as he sat up before starting to getoff the bed. Visions of taking his time washing Carter thoroughly had his cockjerking and starting to leak precum. “Let’s go, pretty.”
“Just to let you know,that innocent act is failing miserably.” Carter looked like he couldn’t decideif he was excited to see what would happen in the shower or not.
“I’m just thinkingabout how helpful I can be.” Pulling Carter close as he rose from the bed,Grant let their bodies rub together, loving the way Carter’s cock pulsedagainst him. “I like being helpful.”
Carter snorted.“That sounds more like a threat than a promise.”
Grant laughed.“That’s because you’re more than just a sexy man in lacy panties. Your brainsare just as hot.”
Laughing, Carterstepped away and headed for the shower, giving his hips a little more swingthan usual. “You like my lingerie.”
“I love it.” Itwas an understatement, but saying he was a bit obsessed sounded wrong.
“You’ll have towait and see what goes under my clothes today. I think I’m going to keep it asurprise.” He looked back, grinning. “Just to make sure you think about metoday.”
Grant couldn’thelp but smile. His man was wicked.
Chapter 13
Carter
“Hello, dear.” Thecheerful voice of Mrs. Jenkins wasn’t what sent shivers of dread racing downCarter’s spine.
Where was Wyattwhen he needed backup?
No, it was thesight of Mrs. Jenkins followed by a gaggle of innocent-looking older ladiesthat had his heart racing. She’d brought reinforcements. What could she want?He wasn’t even going to pretend it would be about his actual job. No, thoseladies had a mission and it had nothing to do with antiques.
He could see it intheir eyes.
When he’d casuallyspoken about wanting a distraction to keep himself from thinking about whatGrant might do when he got home, Mrs. Jenkins wasn’t what he’d had in mind.He’d been picturing something less dangerous. Like an invasion of snakes.
It took him amoment to realize he hadn’t answered. With a shaking voice, he managed to forceout a weak response. “Hello, Mrs. Jenkins, ladies.”
It sounded good tohim. Evidently it hadn’t fooled her, because she gave him a grin and cluckedher tongue. “No, you’re safe today. Although don’t think I’m forgetting yourrecent dates. I’m going to wait for another day when Wyatt is working to askabout your new beau.”
Relief flooded throughhim, but it didn’t last long. If she wasn’t there for Carter, what could shewant? The options weren’t good. Wyatt had the best radar for the woman Carterhad ever seen; he always walked in just as she was starting to interrogateCarter. However, there was no reprieve in sight. He counted to five in his headto try and calm down. It didn’t help. “What can I help you ladies with today?”
It was a loadedquestion. One that he didn’t want the answer to.
Whoever said thecustomer was always right had never met someone like Mrs. Jenkins.
“We,” She gesturedwith fluttery hand movements to her flock, “found the perfect young man for thebaker’s son.”
A short woman withred hair that Carter was sure was found nowhere in nature perked up like alittle poodle. “My baker. The boy’s so sweet. A bit rough around the edges. Thebest ones always are. You know that, though. Your young man.” She fannedherself. “Benji’s so sweet but—”
“Benji?”
“Benjamin.” Shefrowned, head shaking like she shouldn’t have to repeat herself. “My baker’sson.”
The big Dom whowas into puppy play was named Benji? Carter had a memory of that being a dog inan old children’s movie. Who named their kid after a dog?
“You know he likesto be called Ben or Xavier, that’s his middle name.” Mrs. Jenkins clucked hertongue again. “Not that his parents listen.”
All the womennodded in unison. Carter stared, not sure what to say. Luckily Mrs. Jenkinscharged ahead, not waiting for Carter to comment. “They seem to be ostrichparents.”
“Ostrich?”
