My Love - Bobby & Sophie: A Crossroads Novella (8 page)

When she and Bobby had first gotten together, she’d actually been self-conscious for about a millisecond because her emotions were broadcasted in high definition and his were concealed like they were in witness protection. But her short-lived embarrassment had come to an abrupt end the first time Bobby had voiced how hot it made him to watch her face while she lost herself in the unprecedented heights of ecstasy only he had ever brought her to.

Which was exactly where she knew this interlude was heading. Just as her patience for his teasing touch was about to boil over her passivity pot, he switched up his technique. She was now bubbling up in an entirely different heat altogether.

Her lips opened on a silent gasp as she felt not one, but two, of Bobby’s broad fingers slide into her entrance with just enough force to sting even as the pleasure of his movement sent shockwaves of bliss exploding through her. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he began working his substantial fingers in and out of her snug canal. With each stroke, he spread his fingers apart then brought them back together in an erotic dance, stretching her inner walls with increasing pressure then releasing them just as they tightly clamped around his digits.

The pounding of her heart against her chest was in perfect sync with the rhythm of Bobby’s fingers as he penetrated her. Like a perfectly choreographed dance, when his pace sped up, her heart rate increased. Every single nerve ending in her body was electrified with arousal at the tantalizing push-and-pull of his fingers impaling her.

A familiar need began throbbing deep in Sophie’s lower belly as she let go and allowed herself to give in to the passion and lust spiraling through her. With her eyes glued to Bobby’s profile, she noticed that his breathing grew shallower each time his fingers drove inside her. She could feel her body speeding towards release, but when Bobby ground the heel of his palm against the top of her sex, more specifically her knotted pleasure button, it sent her into orgasm hyper-speed.

As Sophie wrapped her fingers tight around Bobby’s wide wrist, her head fell back once again and she decided to just hold on and enjoy the ride. Clenching her hand, she could feel her nails dig into his skin as wave after wave of exquisitely, sinful sensations crashed over her until, finally, they crested in a frenzy of simultaneous explosions. Sophie came with soul-shattering intensity as her body convulsed in a chain of spasms.

The last thought Sophie remembered was how nice the heat from Bobby’s hand, which remained cupping her intimately as she slowly drifted back into her consciousness, felt.

Mmm. So good
.

S
ophie stifled a yawn as her heels clicked on the marble floor of the entrance of the upscale Italian restaurant where Bobby had secured reservations. Frustration rolled through her for having fallen asleep on the drive in. After her two-fer climax-a-thon, exhaustion had pulled her under before she’d even had the opportunity to fight it.

Bobby had gently woken her when they’d arrived at their hotel. She’d felt like a zombie as she followed behind him when they checked in and then made their way up to the fortieth-floor suite they would be spending two nights in. Not having any time to shower, Sophie had slipped on the red dress Amber had made her specifically for this occasion, brushed her teeth, and ran a brush through her hair before they’d headed out to eat.

“Sloan, table for two.”

Sophie noticed that every female within the sound of her husband’s deep voice turned her head and took notice. Women were drawn to Bobby like he was a primal magnet and they were willing pieces of metal. Not only was he six foot two, with jet-black hair, baby-blue eyes, and a body that would rival Channing Tatum, but his voice held a deep timbre that proved to be quite the aphrodisiac. In high school, a girl he’d ‘dated’ (yes, she was using that term lightly!) bragged to the entire drill team that all Bobby had to do was speak and she could squeeze her thighs together and make herself orgasm. She’d referred to it as a ‘Bobby Sloan eargasm.’

At the time, Sophie had been skeptical, but now, she had to admit that, if any voice in the world could do it, it would be Bobby Sloan’s.

The young, attractive hostess, who was dressed in a black, form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, definitely took notice of Bobby. Sophie wasn’t sure if it was the visual she was stuck on or if she was currently having an eargasm, but the result was a pink flush that rose up her chest and neck before spreading across her dimpled cheeks. Licking her lips, the brunette dipped her head, presumably to check the reservations on the computer screen, then looked back up and nodded with a more-than-friendly smile.

“Right this way, Mr. Sloan.” The black irises of the hostess’s caramel-colored eyes dilated as she retrieved two menus.

Some women might have felt jealous, insecure, or even angry at the kind of attention that followed Bobby everywhere he went. Not Sophie. She didn’t feel any of those things. If anything, she felt sorry for all the girls who swooned over him. Even the ones who tried to give him their phone numbers or hit on him aggressively. She used to attribute her response to the fact that she’d never been a particularly jealous person. But as they weaved their way through the white-linen-covered tables and Bobby possessively wrapped his arm around Sophie’s waist, she realized that the reason she didn’t have any negative feelings towards the kind of attention he got was because he made her feel so secure. So loved. So protected.

She was his and he was hers. There was never any question of that.

When they arrived at their table, Bobby pulled out her seat like he always did, and Sophie did not miss that his gentlemanly gesture caused the hostess to practically melt into a puddle of swoon.

To her credit, the hostess almost immediately recovered. Clearing her throat, she set the menus down before she announced, “Tonight’s specials are the Tagliolini Al Caffe, which is rock shrimp, porcini mushrooms, oven-roasted tomatoes, tarragon, and white wine sauce. The Pollo Belvedere, which is grilled chicken paillard with arugula, balsamic tomato, avocado, pine nuts, and sliced Pecorino Romano. And last we have Scaloppine Alla Boscaiola, which is veal scaloppini topped with mushrooms and drizzled with white wine, veal stock, truffle, and fresh thyme. Valentina will be serving you this evening. Enjoy.”

Sophie felt her stomach turn at some of the things the hostess had rattled off. Shrimp? Veal? Avocado? No, no, and no. Normally, Sophie considered herself adventurous when it came to her culinary palette. Apparently, her body was not the only thing that was going to be sacrificed in her newfound state of knockupedness.

Picking up the menu, Sophie quickly glanced over it for anything bland and basic.
Come on, spaghetti and meatballs. Don’t fail me now.

“You are so beautiful.”

Sophie lifted her eyes from her menu and found Bobby’s crystal-blue gaze directed intensely at her. “You’re not too shabby yourself,
Mr. Sloan
.”

A small smile of acknowledgement lifted on his mouth at her repeating how the hostess had addressed him before she once again scanned the menu.

Bobby had always been overtly complimentary, but since she’d been gone on frequent business trips, he’d definitely stepped up his compliment game. She guessed it was true—absence made the heart grow fonder. Although, in a few months, her absences were going to come to a screeching halt. Her mind was still reeling at all of the repercussions this pregnancy was going to have—on not just her life, but Bobby’s as well.

He’d always worked long hours, and that had never been an issue. She guessed it still wouldn’t be, as long as she stayed put in Harper’s Crossing. If she even still had a job. Of course she knew that Amber and Haley would never fire her over this, but Sophie had too much pride to stay in a position if she wasn’t able to perform the tasks required to do a good job. And travel was definitely a necessity as a buyer.

Somehow, this all seemed so abstract to her. Not real. Like it was just a hypothetical scenario that was running through her mind.

It will be real when you tell Bobby,
a small voice piped up in her head.

Her palms dampened with nervousness when she thought about the fact that she needed to tell him. Like,
now
. She’d gotten sidetracked on the drive and then she’d passed out cold. It hadn’t been until the brisk one-block walk over to the restaurant that she’d actually perked up.

She just needed to open her mouth and tell him. Yes, they were in a public place. But that might work to her advantage considering that she had a pretty good hunch that, every second she and Bobby spent in privacy this weekend, he’d be distracting her the same way he’d done on the trip in.

Looking up, she took a deep breath just as Bobby beat her to the punch with his own surprise.

“I quit Sloan Construction today and signed a contract with Seth. After the new year, I’m going to be working for Elite Protection.”

It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard the words that had come out of Bobby’s mouth. She just wasn’t sure she could process them.

“What?” Sophie heard herself ask in a whisper.

*     *     *

“I quit Sloan Construction today and signed a contract with Seth. After the new year, I’m going to be working for Elite Protection,” Bobby repeated.

He hadn’t realized until this moment that he hadn’t had any idea how Sophie would initially react to his news. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that, after the initial shock wore off, she would be happy for him, but as the words had left his mouth—not once, but twice—he realized that this move was, by far, the most spur-of-the-moment thing he’d ever done.

Sure, some people probably thought that marrying Sophie after only having been together for six months would top that list, but both Bobby and Sophie knew better than that. Technically, they’d only been a couple for half a year before they’d walked down the aisle, but they both knew the truth—that they’d been madly in love with each other for years before that.

“You quit?” Sophie’s voice was shaky, and Bobby noticed all the color drain from her skin.

For the first time since he’d had his fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants moment this morning at The Diner, where he’d made this life-altering decision, he had the distinct feeling that it was a bad move. Why else would his wife look like she was about to throw up? Every protective instinct in Bobby’s body screamed at him that he needed to fix this. That anything that made Sophie look that upset was a mistake.

“Never mind. I’m sure I can get out of the contract. I’ll call Jason and Seth in the morning.” Bobby didn’t care if that was the last thing he wanted to do. He would gladly go to a job that made him miserable every day for the rest of his life if it made Sophie happy.

Shaking her head like she was trying to clear cobwebs out of it, Sophie started to say, “What? No. That’s not what I… I just wasn’t expecting… I mean—”

Before she was able to finish her thought, however, their server joined them at the table. “Hello. Welcome to Michelangelo’s. My name is Valentina. I trust Gianna informed you of our specials this evening.”

Bobby nodded. Sophie did as well, not that the waitress would have noticed. Her eyes were locked on Bobby like a heat-seeking missile. He couldn’t believe how many times that happened even though he was clearly with someone and had a wedding ring on. Actually, he was starting to think that it was especially because he had a wedding ring on. Apparently, wedding bands didn’t take you off the market in some women’s eyes. It was more like catnip than the barbed wire fence he hoped it would represent.

In fairness, it wasn’t just women. Bobby caught men ogling Sophie like she was dinner and they were starving on a regular basis. Even tonight, as they’d walked through the restaurant, he’d seen several tables with men dressed in suits practically have their tongues hit the floor and their eyes pop out of their heads like a wolf’s in a cartoon. Bobby had instinctively staked his claim, wrapping his arm around Sophie and pulling her tight against him. Not out of jealousy. He totally got it. His wife was next-level hot. He didn’t blame them one bit for staring. He just wanted to make sure they knew that she was taken. Alex often joked around that Bobby should just get it over with.
“Just whip it out and pee around her feet to mark your territory.”