I got ready to leave home as soon as the childproofing expert finished doing her thing.

"Is your family away?" she asked when she packed up her bag of things made exclusively out of soft rubber.

"It's not my family that I'm doing this for," I said, pulling my phone out to text Heather.

"No?" the redhead asked, walking toward me.

Her eyes raked over my torso while she stood inches away. "So you got your entire place childproofed for yourself?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What's your name again?"

"Natalie."

"Well, Natalie. How would you like to get dinner with me tonight?"

She smiled and her fingers trailed over my arm.

"How about we skip all that and save you some time, bigshot?“

I shrugged and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Works for me."

She grazed my neck with the tip of her tongue and said that she would be back at eight.

"Or, you know, we don't have to wait if you—"

"I've got other things to do right now." I palmed her wrists. "Meet me at the Marriott in Soho tonight. Not here."

She took a couple of steps back and glanced at my hand.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you're a married guy with a couple of kids and a newborn.”

"Would you change your mind about meeting me tonight if I were married?"

She smirked. "Probably not, because that would be your problem. Not mine."

I cocked a brow. "Okay, then."

She winked and pulled away then slid her oversized bag over her shoulder.

I offered help to carry it for her, but she held up her hand.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "You've got other things to do. Like returning to your wife and kids, maybe.“

I shook my head as she left. The woman was hot. Her toned curves had my name written all over them and it was refreshing to feel horny for someone other than Heather. Perhaps my mind was still in the right place, after all.

Once I got into my car, I texted Heather that I was on my way to pick her up.

I still couldn't believe that she'd agreed to temporarily live with me. I didn't, in a million years, think that she would. She must really want to stop being roommates with Rachel.

I couldn't complain. It would be nice to have her and Max around in my spacious condo where the sound of my voice would echo because of how empty it always was.

The plan, for now, was that she would only bring two suitcases and move out within a few weeks. Only then would she want to go through the trouble of packing up all her belongings from her apartment and move someplace permanent.

A few weeks had sounded fine to me, though. If it were up to me, I would want to push it further. I didn’t, however, want to push my luck, and judging from the way things were going, it was for the best.

My cock twitched in my pants whenever I was in close proximity to her. Heather had me under some kind of sexual spell that I myself had mastered over other women.

And the way she cared for her son? I sighed as images of her being a dedicated mom infiltrated my brain. It turned me on like nothing else ever had before.

A smile spread across her face when I pulled over right in front of her.

"Ready?" I winked when I got out of the car.

"As ready as I can be, I guess."

Rachel and I loaded up her bags in my car while she held onto Max and put him in the car seat.

The two women shared an emotional moment and I tried to get myself as away from all the tear-shedding as I could.

I saw long hugs and heard sniffles while I waited in the car for them to be done, then Heather slid in the passenger seat and we were on our way.

The drive back was over before it started, even though it was a long one. Heather shared countless stories about Max throughout, and I couldn't help but want to pull her into an embrace every time her face lit up.

"Welcome home," I said when I pushed the door open. Heather's mouth opened wide along with the door and she looked at me dumbfounded while exploring the kitchen and then the living room.

"You did this?" she asked.

I swung my head from side to side. "Not really. I hired someone to."

She chuckled and tapped her forehead. "Of course you did. Regardless, I can't believe you went through the trouble of babyproofing, Brad. You really didn't have to."

I moved closer and pressed a finger against her lips. "That's enough. It's the least I could do. Now please sit and relax, and let me know what you would like for dinner."

"Are you cooking?" she asked.

I bit my lower lip. "I'm not really cooking these days. I would like to, but I barely have any time. Regardless, none of that matters because I'm not going to be home this evening."

She moved her face to the side with her eyes still narrowed at me.

"Care to share your grand plans?"

I shrugged. "I've got some work to take care of, and then I've got myself to take care of."

She sighed and slapped her hands against her thighs.

"I see. Booty call."

"I'll let you and Max settle down in the meantime. And if you need anything—"

"Your fridge is stocked, I know," she completed.

With a nod, I twirled my keys around my fingers and left for the Marriott.

* * *

After meeting with a client in the lobby, I greeted Natalie with a bite on her lips.

It'd been a while since I'd slept with a woman. Two full weeks. It's the longest I'd gone without getting laid. Unfortunately, it was images of Heather that had kept me from going all the way with Tanya and I hadn't tried to fall into bed with anyone after that.

I was hoping that Natalie would change things for me. Perhaps her wavy red hair would bring me out of my deeply inappropriate thoughts about my best friend.

I counted on it. I needed to make it work, to have my cock feel the insides of a woman again.

Natalie had a grin on her face when we stood next to each other in the elevator. She lunged at me as soon as it was just the two of us in there.

Her knee found my cock and she slid her hand into my jacket.

"Brad," she groaned while we impatiently made out in the hallway on our way into the room.

I didn't bother plugging the key into its designated spot so the lights would turn on. I didn't need lights. What I needed was for her to ride me.

We bumped into the lamp, then what felt like a desk before I pinned her against the wall. Her body shivered against mine and she ran her hands over my jacket before peeling it off. She then unexpectedly pushed me away.

"What do you expect to get out of this?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Huh?"

"I know how it goes with men like you. You'll fuck me all night and then go back to your wife like none of it ever happened."

"You got a problem with that?"

"Hardly." She grinned. "But, I've got conditions."

I turned her around and she glued her hands on the wall.

"I don't do conditions," I groaned into her ear, then bit it. "But I'm curious to know what they are."

She ran her tongue over her lips as her hand rubbed my cock.

"I want you to tie me up," she said, still facing the wall.

“Now that's a condition that I wouldn't mind making an exception for," I said, loosening my tie and turning her back around.

“Lie down on the bed."

She did as told, and I approached her, then pulled her arms up on the bed frame and wrapped my tie around her wrists.

She squirmed when I crawled on top of her and rubbed her pussy through her skirt.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"For you to get soaking wet," I said. "More than you already are."

She squealed and tightened her grip on the bed frame.

"Oh, don't torture me too much."

I placed my hand over her mouth then slid a finger into her.

"Stop talking."

She lifted her head to look at me and nodded.

I pulled her panties down to her thighs and rubbed the length of her pussy while teasing her clit at the same time.

"Oh, Brad," she said, then looked at my phone vibrating next to her.

"Ignore it," I groaned.

"Are you sure?"

She gasped when I pinched her ass.

"I said stop talking."

She did, but my mind was now elsewhere. I couldn't stop wondering if it was Heather who’d called.

"Forget it," I growled, reaching over and untying her.

"What?" Natalie sat upright. "What was that all about?"

With an arched brow, I walked over to the other side of the bed and lifted my phone to see a missed call from Heather.

"I have a driver waiting downstairs," I told Natalie. "I'll ask him to drop you wherever it is that you wish to go."

"No thanks, asshole," she hissed. "That's not the kind of ride that I came here for."

She lifted her panties from the floor and began gathering up her things.

"Suit yourself," I said.

She shook her head. "Fuck yourself."

I chuckled and she was out the door within seconds after that.