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his face.
“Hey, maybe I should make this string-bean-mushroom-soup thingy, too!” She held up a can of Campbell’s Soup to show him the recipe printed on the back. With that, she was off and running to the store.
Kimberley must have known that, too. Why else was she there?
“What do you do, stake out my house?” It was hard for Brady to sound grumpy with her grinding her hips into his.
“I figure that Jade is like every other woman in the country right now, battling it out for the last box of Pepperidge Farm stuffing down at Safeway.” Without further ado, she slapped her hand on the dining room table. “Let’s not bother with the bedroom. It would be hot to do it right here—you know, give you something to remember fondly other than Jade’s dried-out turkey.”
“No! I mean, considering Jade has already set the table, it may not be a great idea.”
“Looks like you’ll be having a lot of company.” Kimberley picked up a plate to scrutinize the pattern. He could tell by her frown it wasn’t one she would’ve chosen.
“Yes, well…always a full house.” The last thing Brady wanted to do was tell her who was coming over. Knowing it was other club members might have her presuming it was an open house, and the last thing any of the Probationary Onesies needed was the tension of having her watching their every move.
Or his.
She pulled him into the kitchen. “There’s always a Plan B. We’ll do it right here, on the counter.”
“We prepare food there, remember?” He grabbed her arm to pull her away, but instead, she placed his hand on her crotch through her short flimsy dress.
Brady hesitated, then finally nodded. “At least let me put Oliver in his playpen.” He picked up his son and headed for the media room. He was still embarrassed at Jade’s success in seducing him in front of Oliver. The last thing he’d want his son to think was that he was a pushover for any pretty face.
Aw hell, what guy wasn’t?
The moment Brady and Oliver were out the door, Kimberley opened a cabinet and tossed her thong into it.
It was time to give Jade a wake-up call: Brady wasn’t all hers.
Sure, all hell would break loose, but she didn’t give a damn. As long as Brady was determined to keep Oliver in the Pacific Heights Moms & Tots Club, he’d keep her name out of it.
Having disposed of her lavender thong, she lifted up her skirt but kept on her four-inch heels. For a week now, she had practiced poses in the mirror and had come to the conclusion that when she bent over the counter just a little , her long, lean legs and her S-Factor’ed ass would be seen at their best advantage.
By how quickly Brady entered her and how hard he pounded her, she presumed she was right.
Brady saw it differently. Fucking Kimberley was his penance for getting Oliver into the club. Doing it quickly assured that Jade wouldn’t catch them and walk out on him. Otherwise, the club was no good to him anyway.
Well, he had to hand it to Kimberley, her ass was a beautiful sight. And it was hot that she came without panties.
After she headed out the back door, he was still thinking of her ass. He walked into the media room to take his crying son out of his playpen, but before he could reach for the toddler, Oliver hit him in the eye with the ball.
And laughed as Brady cursed in pain.
11:10 a.m.
For Jillian, it had been an ideal morning. While Addison and Amelia played together in their playpen, she had laid out the dough and the filling for the three pies—pumpkin, pecan, and apple-rhubarb.
Granted, with her broken oven she couldn’t bake them, but she’d get to the Pierces’ bright and early so the pies would be cooling when the turkey went into the oven.
Perfect, perfect, perfect…
Yes, a run would make things perfect, for sure.
And it was a glorious day for it, too. She started down Lyon Street, on the Presidio Park side. Already she was halfway toward Union when her eyes and thoughts roamed upward, toward
“Hey, maybe I should make this string-bean-mushroom-soup thingy, too!” She held up a can of Campbell’s Soup to show him the recipe printed on the back. With that, she was off and running to the store.
Kimberley must have known that, too. Why else was she there?
“What do you do, stake out my house?” It was hard for Brady to sound grumpy with her grinding her hips into his.
“I figure that Jade is like every other woman in the country right now, battling it out for the last box of Pepperidge Farm stuffing down at Safeway.” Without further ado, she slapped her hand on the dining room table. “Let’s not bother with the bedroom. It would be hot to do it right here—you know, give you something to remember fondly other than Jade’s dried-out turkey.”
“No! I mean, considering Jade has already set the table, it may not be a great idea.”
“Looks like you’ll be having a lot of company.” Kimberley picked up a plate to scrutinize the pattern. He could tell by her frown it wasn’t one she would’ve chosen.
“Yes, well…always a full house.” The last thing Brady wanted to do was tell her who was coming over. Knowing it was other club members might have her presuming it was an open house, and the last thing any of the Probationary Onesies needed was the tension of having her watching their every move.
Or his.
She pulled him into the kitchen. “There’s always a Plan B. We’ll do it right here, on the counter.”
“We prepare food there, remember?” He grabbed her arm to pull her away, but instead, she placed his hand on her crotch through her short flimsy dress.
Brady hesitated, then finally nodded. “At least let me put Oliver in his playpen.” He picked up his son and headed for the media room. He was still embarrassed at Jade’s success in seducing him in front of Oliver. The last thing he’d want his son to think was that he was a pushover for any pretty face.
Aw hell, what guy wasn’t?
The moment Brady and Oliver were out the door, Kimberley opened a cabinet and tossed her thong into it.
It was time to give Jade a wake-up call: Brady wasn’t all hers.
Sure, all hell would break loose, but she didn’t give a damn. As long as Brady was determined to keep Oliver in the Pacific Heights Moms & Tots Club, he’d keep her name out of it.
Having disposed of her lavender thong, she lifted up her skirt but kept on her four-inch heels. For a week now, she had practiced poses in the mirror and had come to the conclusion that when she bent over the counter just a little , her long, lean legs and her S-Factor’ed ass would be seen at their best advantage.
By how quickly Brady entered her and how hard he pounded her, she presumed she was right.
Brady saw it differently. Fucking Kimberley was his penance for getting Oliver into the club. Doing it quickly assured that Jade wouldn’t catch them and walk out on him. Otherwise, the club was no good to him anyway.
Well, he had to hand it to Kimberley, her ass was a beautiful sight. And it was hot that she came without panties.
After she headed out the back door, he was still thinking of her ass. He walked into the media room to take his crying son out of his playpen, but before he could reach for the toddler, Oliver hit him in the eye with the ball.
And laughed as Brady cursed in pain.
11:10 a.m.
For Jillian, it had been an ideal morning. While Addison and Amelia played together in their playpen, she had laid out the dough and the filling for the three pies—pumpkin, pecan, and apple-rhubarb.
Granted, with her broken oven she couldn’t bake them, but she’d get to the Pierces’ bright and early so the pies would be cooling when the turkey went into the oven.
Perfect, perfect, perfect…
Yes, a run would make things perfect, for sure.
And it was a glorious day for it, too. She started down Lyon Street, on the Presidio Park side. Already she was halfway toward Union when her eyes and thoughts roamed upward, toward
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