Down Too Deep (Dirty Deeds, #4)(82)

I stepped out of the house and peered over at the car parked behind Jenna’s.

Shay and Olivia both waved at me through the windshield.

“They could be gone for close to two hours, depending on how picky the girls are about their colors.”

I looked over at Jenna after she spoke. “Two hours, no kids?”

“If you’re okay with Shay taking Marley…”

“I’ll grab the car seat out of your car. It’ll be faster than getting to mine.”

A smile stretched across Jenna’s mouth. She turned her attention to Marley, asking, “What do you think, princess? Do you want to get your nails painted super pretty?”

The second my daughter started nodding her head, I stepped down off the porch and crossed the yard. I wasn’t wasting any more time. We were already on day fifteen, half a fucking month, and that car seat could be the biggest pain in my ass. I needed to move.

“Hey, Nate!” Olivia leaned across Shay’s lap and waved at me out the driver’s-side window.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I stopped at Jenna’s back seat and smiled at Shay. “Hey. Thanks for offering to do this.”

“Desperate times,” she replied coyly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She dropped her sunglasses in front of her eyes.

Jenna walked over with Marley and jumped into conversation with the girls. I got to work on the car seat, nearly snapping one of the belts in half in the process of getting it out of the car. This shit should not be that difficult. I paused with it at Shay’s hood when she leaned out the window, hollering.

“No need! I got two back here for Sean’s girls. The youngest is still in that stage.” She gestured with a flick of her hand. “We’re good!”

My face hardened. “You couldn’t have mentioned something before I pulled it out?”

Jenna laughed, and I turned my head.

“God, I could make the best joke right now,” Shay said.

I stalked back over to Jenna’s car. Securing the car seat took twice as long as removing it. By the time I was finished, sweat beaded on my forehead and the back of my shirt was damp.

“Your car is like an oven,” I said, stopping beside Jenna. I waved at the girls as they backed out of the driveway, then used the hem of my tee to wipe my face.

Jenna groaned, looking at my abs. “Please refrain from any more of that until they turn off your street. We’re almost in the clear.”

I let go of my shirt, laughing. “Shay knows this whole scheme is just us buying time to have sex all over my house, correct?”

The car pulled away.

“Well, I left out the ‘all over your house’ part, but yes. She knows we wanted a little privacy.”

Was it weird having one of my employees help me out in this situation? Yes. Was it weird enough that I wouldn’t capitalize on this opportunity? Absolutely not.

I stared at Jenna’s profile until she slowly turned to look at me. “What?” she asked.

“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”

Her eyes widened. Damn. Was that too blunt?

“Romantically, of course,” I quickly added, just in case. “Also, you look really pretty today. Have I told you that?” I adjusted my glasses.

Laughter burst out of Jenna’s mouth. She grabbed my hand and pulled me across the yard, backing up toward the house. “Can I make a request before we begin all this romantic fucking?”

“Go for it.”

“Leave your glasses on for me.”

When Jenna reached the porch, I stepped toward her and bent down, gripping her thighs and guiding her legs around my waist.

She gasped and held on to my neck, breathing sharply against my mouth. “Please,” she whispered.

“You got it.”

I smiled, kissing her, and carried her inside.

*



“Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face!” Jenna rolled onto her stomach beside me and dug her elbows into the mattress, propping herself up. Her breasts billowed against the sheet. “You looked so angry at my romper. I thought you were going to rip it to shreds.”

“I almost did when it refused to come off. What the fuck?” I tucked messy strands behind her ear, getting them out of her face. “That was the most confusing piece of clothing I’ve ever seen. Never wear that again.”

“You figured it out.” She leaned over, pressing her lips to my abs and then resting her cheek there. She sighed in content. “That was some top-notch romantic fucking. Well done, Mr. Bell.”

I smiled at her.

“I saw the new billboard today. It looks really good.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. Tori did a great job with it.”

I was kicking myself for not giving Tori a management position a long time ago. I could’ve been spending more time with Marley. With Sadie…I pushed that guilt out of my head. I didn’t want to think about what-ifs right now.

“What made you want to own your own restaurant? Did you always want to do that?” Jenna asked.

“No.” I bent my arm and slid it behind my head, raising myself up higher. “Not until college. Sadie came up with the idea. We met working at this restaurant on campus.”

“I don’t know that story. Tell it to me.”