Vic had regrets. He was thirty years old and screwing a twenty year old when he vowed he wouldn't. But damn was she hot. The woman--and she had proven she was completely a woman--was a firecracker in the sack. She had stamina that put his to shame, and he prided himself on his stamina. But he regretted having given in to her simply because now that he'd had her, he only wanted more.
He was an upstanding citizen, a member of the community that was looked up to. He was an authority figure, and here he was having sex with someone who was barely out of her teens.
And God help him, he couldn't be happier.
But that didn't mean he was about to let the town know what he was doing behind closed doors. So at two in the morning, after another round of vigorous sex, he reluctantly told Julia she had to leave. She'd left him with a smoldering kiss and a promise to pick up where they'd left off after a few hours of rest.
He dropped belly down onto his bed, and for the first time in nearly nine months, he slept soundly.
Rising at six, he checked his messages and was disappointed that there wasn't a message from Tom. He couldn't help but wonder how he and Cassie were doing, and if Cassie had had the baby yet.
Grabbing a quick shower, Vic dressed for work and headed out. For the first time in a very long time, he was smiling.
It was still on his face when he entered the depot a short time later. "Good morning, Millie. You're looking fine today."
"Well aren't you in a good mood this morning." Millie gave him the once over, smirking.
"It must be due to that winning smile of yours. Any messages?"
"None so far."
"Tom took Cassie in last night. Her water broke. If he calls and I'm not in, radio me. Okay?"
Millie's face lit up. "You bet, Vic. What do you think she's having?"
Walking behind the desk, Vic helped himself to the coffee that was always ready. "That's more of a woman thing. Men don't really give a rat's ass what a woman has."
"And you and I both know that's a load of bull. What do you think she's having?"
"A boy." He grinned.
"Typical." She rolled her eyes.
"What man doesn't want his first born to be a son? If she has a girl, I'll buy you lunch. If she has a boy, you buy me lunch," Vic said with a cocky smile, heading to his office. "I'll be ready for my steak at noon."
"If you think you're getting steak for lunch, you got another thing coming. And I'll be ready at eleven-forty-five for my turkey club and fries. No mayo," Millie called out before he shut his door.
Laughing, Vic walked to his desk and nearly dropped his coffee cup when Julia popped out from under his desk. "Jesus Christ, woman! What the hell are you doing under there?"
"Waiting for you," she said with a seductive purr.
"Millie didn't mention you were here." Vic set his coffee cup down before he did spill it on himself.
"I snuck in here when she went to the other office." She walked up to him, sliding her hands along his tie. "I like you in your uniform. It makes you even sexier."
"Cut it out," Vic said under his breath, hoping Millie hadn't heard him talking to Julia. "You need to go."
"Oh, I need alright, and I'm not leaving until I get."
He grabbed her hand when she reached for his pants zipper. "Stop it." His pulse skyrocketed when someone knocked on his door.
"What?"
"I have a few forms here for you to fill out, Vic."
When the door began to open, Julia darted under his desk, and Vic hurried to his chair. He knew perfectly well he was as hard as a steel pole, and Millie would definitely see it if he was standing when she entered the room.
"Last night's reports," Millie informed, walking to his desk, dropping the files on top.
"Okay, I'll get right on them. Jesus!" he gasped when Julia drew his zipper down.
Millie's brow creased. "You okay?"
"Yeah, leg cramp." He reached down, trying to push Julia away from his groin. "I'll call you when I'm done with this--with the files," he corrected sharply, feeling his face flush.
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