Plan B (Best Laid Plans #2)(44)

"Lean back, elbows on the desk." His voice is husky, not a hint of humor or teasing, so I do as I'm told.

"Aren't I the luckiest man in the world," Kyle murmurs, his tongue coming out to swipe at his lip, and oh, my God, I nearly come just from watching him swipe his tongue like that while I know he's thinking about doing things to me with it. He slides his chair in, picking my legs off the floor and placing my feet on his armrests as he does. Then he pushes my knees outward so I'm splayed before him in the most undignified manner possible.

When he looks up at me from between my legs he's grinning.

I groan, my head tilted back and eyes on the ceiling as he uses his thumbs to spread me wide open before flattening his tongue to flick back and forth across my clit.

Oh. My. Kyle. I blink at the overhead lighting and suck in a breath as he sucks my clit between his lips. Holy yes. I can feel his jaw moving against me as he works me with his lips and tongue and this is so, so fucked up and dirty. I tilt my head to the right, watching the sun reflect off of the rooftop across the street, then turn my focus back to Kyle between my legs.

Nerds are hot. This is way hotter than getting felt up in a bar bathroom or in the backseat of a car. Way naughtier. I like it.

He works quickly with his tongue and lips and finally two fingers, bent just so. Yes, that does it. Oh, God, yes. I do my best to keep quiet, nothing but a series of whimpering mewls coming out of my mouth as my feet fall from the armrests and dangle over the side of the desk in contented release. Kyle meanwhile removes a handkerchief from the inside breast pocket on his coat and calmly wipes off his mouth.

Oh, holy hell.

My husband is a filthy pervert. I didn't even know he had handkerchiefs. Who the hell still carries around a handkerchief? No one under sixty, right? I'm into it though. Big time. He refolds it, placing it back into his pocket, his eyes never leaving mine. That dimple in his left cheek is on full show though, that's for sure.

He helps me sit upright, still perched on the edge of his desk, and kisses me. I make a grab for his belt as there's a knock on the door.

"Out of time." Kyle winks. "You might want to get dressed."

Oh, my God. I scramble off the edge of his desk and dress myself faster than a teenager whose parents just came home. Panties, bra, jeans, shirt. Everything is on. Nothing is inside out. Exhale.

"Come here." Kyle smiles at me, two fingers beckoning me closer. I return to his desk and lean against it as he stands. He straightens my hair with his fingers and adjusts the collar of my shirt. Then he kisses me and I think I love him.

I'm an idiot. It's too soon. I'm infatuated. And I'm married to him and pregnant with his baby. Of course I have feelings. He probably has feelings too. Regular normal feelings, such as the feeling of like. I stare straight ahead at his tie. He's perfectly unwrinkled. Just breathe, Daisy.

"Is there a daycare in this building?" I ask as Kyle's intercom buzzes with James wanting to know if he needs to reschedule the Clemens group. Kyle taps a button, telling him he'll be ready in two minutes.

"Of course," he answers me once he's done. "Why?" He asks this with a small frown, like he's got no idea where I'm going with this. He walks me to the door of his office, hand on my elbow. It should probably be annoying, but I'm sorta into the way he's always touching me.

"I'm just making plans for the future, because I'm a planner now. I wanted to make sure someone other than James will be available to watch the baby when I visit you in the office. Not that James doesn't seem capable, it just seems like it would be so obvious, don't you think?" I smile, very pleased with my foresight into the future. I think I'm going to call nooners in Kyle's office Plan O. Also, wow. I really feel like I'm getting my shit together.

"We'll have a nanny, so I think it's likely you'd just leave the baby home with her when you can't make it through the day without a quickie."

"Wait. We're getting a nanny?" Does he not trust me to raise the baby without assistance? I loop my purse over my shoulder and adjust the strap, not looking at him.

"I would prefer a dedicated live-in nanny as opposed to dropping the baby at a daycare with a slew of workers I can't vet, so yes."

"A live-in?" What the hell? And why is the nanny a girl? Maybe I want a manny.

"Hmm, well, our unit isn't really big enough. I'll get the nanny a separate apartment somewhere in our building. Or we can get a bigger place in the suburbs. Whatever you prefer."

"Oh."

He's got one hand on the doorknob when I say 'oh.' He stops and turns back. "What does ‘oh’ mean, Daisy?"

"You don't trust me to watch the baby by myself?" God. I haven't even told him about how no one would ever hire me to babysit unless Violet was coming too.

"Are you worried about caring for an infant?" He frowns, as if he's confused by this entire exchange.

"No. I mean yes. But a normal amount of worried. I don't need an assistant to help me take care of my own baby. I'm going to finish reading that book before the baby gets here so I'll know what I'm doing." Also my sister will probably visit for at least a week and she for sure knows what she's doing. She always does.

"Oh," he says and I side-eye him for the choice of word. "Daisy." He exhales and glances at the door. "I wasn't implying that you're incapable. I was implying that we're going to need childcare while we're working. Both of us. That's all. We can talk more about it later, if you like."