The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(78)

“Ooh, an audience, huh? That’s kinky.”

He gazed down at her. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

She giggled. “Oh yeah.”

When they got inside, Aidan kicked the front door closed behind him. Heather wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her pelvis against his groin. Normally, he would have been at half-mast already, but there was nothing stirring below his waist. “Show me your tits,” he said, in a voice he couldn’t believe was his own. He tried ignoring the churning of his stomach.

With an obliging smile, Heather ripped her shirt over her head. Aidan’s hands immediately went to her br**sts. After kneading them through her bra, Heather’s Double D implants didn’t turn him on or feel the same way in his hands that Emma’s natural br**sts did. He pinched his eyes shut. Quit f**king thinking about Emma!

Grabbing Heather by the waist, he dragged them over to the couch. He plopped down and jerked her to straddle his lap. He brought his mouth to hers, desperate to feel anything for Heather and not Emma. After unbuttoning his shirt, Heather raked her nails down his chest. Rocking against him, she moaned against his lips. She was close to getting off just from writhing against him, and he felt nothing.

No, that wasn’t entirely true. Everything he had ever felt for Emma pulsed through him. Her laugh, her shy smile, her giggle—they flooded his mind. She might as well have been in the room with them. He could feel her all around him. His nose stung with the smell of her perfume while his body ached for the feel of her delicate curves beneath him.

When he dared himself to look at Heather again, he finally felt something. Revulsion. How in the hell had he gotten to this point? What could have possibly possessed him to think bringing Heather home was a good idea? Fighting the rising bile in his throat, he started to push Heather off his lap.

At the same moment, her hand went to his crotch. When she found his lack of arousal, she jerked her lips off of his. “Um, what’s going on?”

Raking a shaky hand through his hair, he sighed. “I can’t do this.”

She cocked her head at him. “Do you have some impotence problem or something?”

“I wish.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

It means you have to leave right now. It means I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. I love Emma, and I cannot do this to her. He shook his head. “I’m really sorry, Heather.”

“Aw, don’t get embarrassed, babe. We can work this out.” She gave him a seductive smile. “I can work this out.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Halfway to Aidan’s office, Emma thought of Beau stuck at Doggy Daycare. “Shit!” She whipped across two lanes to the symphony of honking horns. Her mind had been so occupied with her new baby, she had forgotten all about her old one.

She screeched into a parking space and hurried out of the car. The moment Beau saw her through the fence his entire body started wiggling all over, bringing a grin to Emma’s face. “Hiya boy, did you think I’d forgotten you?”

He gave an appreciative bark and ran over to the entrance door to wait for her. Sandy, the owner, greeted Emma with a smile. “I was just beginning to think Beau might end up spending the night with us.”

“No, I’m so sorry. I had my ultrasound this afternoon, and it got delayed.”

“And what are we having?” Sandy asked.

“A boy.”

“Oh that’s wonderful!” She opened the door and clipped on Beau’s leash. “Did you hear that? You’re going to be a big brother.”

Beau ignored her and headed straight for Emma. He nudged her belly with his wet nose as if saying hello to the baby. Sandy’s eyes widened. “That is so sweet!”

Emma laughed. “He’s just started doing that in the last few days. Ironically, after I felt the baby move for the first time.” Emma shook her head. “It’s like he’s finally sensing something is different, and it’s not just fat inside this belly!”

Sandy chuckled. “He probably didn’t notice anything because you’re barely showing!”

“Aw, I appreciate that. I feel like I’m ballooning up.”

Beau jerked on his leash. “All right, boy, we’ll go home and see Daddy.” His ears perked up at the mention of Aidan. “Night, Sandy.”

“Night!” she replied, waving.

Emma wrestled Beau to the car and got him inside. “There’s no way I’m taking you to Daddy’s office. I guess I better drop you off at home before I go see him.”

Beau whined at the prospect as they pulled out of the parking lot. Since Aidan’s house was closer, she figured she would take him there.

At the sight of Aidan’s car in the driveway, Emma’s heart shuddered to a stop. The fact a silver Audi sat next to it caused her lungs to constrict. She fought to breathe. Thoughts flashed through her mind like a lightning storm. He said his meeting was running late. He’s supposed to still be at work. He’s at home.

With shaky hands, she killed the engine and opened the car door. Beau lunged out, but Emma didn’t even bother holding his leash. Instead she focused on trying to put one foot in front of the other up the sidewalk.

Using the key he’d given her, she pushed open the front door. The living room was bathed in darkness except for the muted lights from the chandelier. Aidan lounged on the couch while a leggy brunette straddled his lap. He was still fully clothed except his shirt was unbuttoned and untucked. The woman, on the other hand, had stripped off her shirt, and her short skirt had ridden up her thighs. Aidan’s hands were on her forearms as if he was about to push her off of him.