The Babysitter

And Melissa felt like a cow. The girl had let her lie in, obviously done her best to take over the helm while she’d been sleeping, and what had she done? Come over all proprietorial, as if her space were being threatened, and promptly burst her bubble. Her friend Emily had had a babysitter for a while, while she and Adam were busy setting up their holiday chalet business, and she’d once admitted she’d felt her nose had been put out of joint, even confiding she’d been the tiniest bit jealous at first, when the babysitter appeared to look after her child better than she did.

Chastising herself, Melissa smiled. ‘It’s okay,’ she said, reaching to give Jade’s shoulders a squeeze and then relieving her of the tray. It was nice of her to think of Mark, but if anyone was going to take him breakfast, it was Melissa. Not that he could expect such service on a regular basis. ‘Poppy has a vivid imagination,’ she said. ‘She’s very good at storytelling. She must take after her mad, arty mother.’

Jade looked relieved, though her smile was a little less zingy than it had been.

‘I’ll take this in and see if I can rouse my husband from his slumber,’ Melissa said, supposing she’d have to get used to setting boundaries, but perhaps more subtly in future. ‘You could do me a huge favour, though, if you wouldn’t mind, and take Poppy to school. I’d hate to embarrass her in front of her friends.’

Jade’s smile widened at that. ‘You look fine,’ she said. ‘Great legs. But of course I wouldn’t mind taking her. Come on, Poppy. Shoes on, sweetie. You can’t possibly scrape that bowl any cleaner.’

Extending her hand, Jade waited for Poppy to scramble down and latch onto it.

‘Jade…’ Melissa stopped her, as they headed for the hall. ‘Thank you. You’ve done an amazing job. I really would have been lost without you this morning.’

‘No problem,’ Jade assured her. ‘Poppy and Evie have been as good as gold.’

Melissa hesitated. She hadn’t been considering a babysitter just yet, though it was something she had on her future to-do list. She wasn’t sure what kind of employment Jade might be looking for, but working here whilst overseeing the repairs to her own property might actually suit both of them, assuming she hadn’t already scared her off. ‘Jade, it’s just a thought, but if it’s a babysitting job you’re looking for, I could certainly use some help here.’

‘Really?’ Jade looked hopeful.

‘Really.’ Melissa looked around, indicating the general bedlam. ‘I was considering growing an extra pair of hands, but… I’d pay you the going rate, of course.’

‘That would be brilliant. Perfect, in fact. Yes, I’d love to.’ Jade beamed. And then she turned her smile on Mark, who had just appeared in the doorway, looking possibly more bleary-eyed than Melissa felt.

Smiling uncertainly back, Mark stepped aside to allow Jade to exit. ‘Ahem,’ he said, as Poppy skipped by without a word. ‘I thought you loved me bigger than the sky?’

Melissa heard Poppy’s audible intake of breath as she realised she’d ignored him, and watched with amusement as she abandoned Jade’s hand and charged towards her father. ‘I do!’ she declared. ‘Bigger than the whole moon!’

‘Glad to hear it.’ Only just managing to scoop her up as she threw herself at him, Mark laughed and smooched her neck, which had Poppy in wriggle mode in an instant.

‘Daddeee,’ she said, rubbing her cheek as she pulled back to inspect his face, ‘you need to shave.’

‘Yes, ma’am. Immediately, ma’am.’ Lowering her to the floor, Mark planted her back on her feet, and then saluted. ‘Bye, Poppet,’ he said. ‘Have a good day, and remember the Cain motto.’

‘Be wise, stay vigilant.’ Serious-faced, Poppy repeated the motto Mark drummed into her every morning. Translated: don’t go near strangers. ‘Wilco.’ She nodded, blew him a kiss, then turned to catch up with Jade as she opened the front door.

‘Whoops. Hang on a sec.’ Mel put down the tray and turned to fetch a spare front-door key from the hooks on the utility door. ‘In case I’m in the shower or out in the garage when you get back,’ she said, handing the key to Jade.

‘Brilliant.’ Jade smiled. ‘I might pop by the bank and order a new debit card, but I shouldn’t be too long. Bye, Mark. You stay vigilant out there, too.’

‘I will,’ Mark assured her. Smiling as he watched them go, he turned to Melissa. ‘I think our temporary house guest’s a hit.’

‘Um, actually, she might be more semi-permanent.’ Melissa quickly picked up the tray, hoping to distract him from the fact that she hadn’t discussed hiring Jade with him first.

‘Oh?’ Mark arched an eyebrow curiously. ‘How so?’

‘Well, I know we weren’t thinking of taking anyone on just yet, but…’ Melissa shrugged and smiled. ‘She’s our new babysitter. I hope you approve.’

Mark considered, and then nodded. ‘Absolutely,’ he said. ‘If it means I get served breakfast on a regular basis.’

‘Don’t bank on it, Detective,’ said Melissa, pinching a slice of his toast.



* * *



With Evie settled back into her cot, Melissa finally stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to cascade over her and wash her awake. She was soaping herself luxuriantly when Mark passed by the en suite door. And then stepped back for a better view.

‘You do know that could be deemed provocation, Mrs Cain?’ he said, leaning against the doorframe, an arm across his chest, one hand grazing his unshaven chin as he watched her thoughtfully through the shower door.

Melissa smiled. God, he looked delicious, sexily dishevelled. ‘And that, DI Cain, could be deemed voyeurism.’

‘Guilty.’ Mark smiled, stepping into the bathroom. ‘I, er, don’t suppose there’s room for two in there, is there?’

‘That depends on how good with the soap you are, DI Cain.’

‘Very,’ Mark assured her throatily, hastily stripping off his shirt and making short shrift of the rest of his clothes.

Melissa felt a thrill of anticipation as he stepped in behind her to demonstrate his skills. Burying his face in her neck, trailing his tongue over the already soapy wetness of her skin, Mark took his time, reaching around her to gently circle each sensitive nipple, touching her with slow, soft caresses and feather-light brushes with his thumbs, each touch so exquisitely pleasurable it was almost painful.

‘Okay?’ he checked with her, that alone almost bringing Melissa to sweet orgasm there and then, reminding her what a good lover he was, how caring of her needs. He hadn’t been particularly sure of himself when she’d first met him – not surprising, given how his confidence had been knocked out of him. His uncertainty, though, had been nothing but endearing in a man so good-looking. And he’d learned fast. There was nothing they wouldn’t do now, instinctively moving together as one. Nothing they hadn’t done.

A low moan escaped her as he slid one hand over the soft round of her tummy.

‘Have we got time for this?’ she gasped, as he moved lower.

‘Always,’ he said huskily, hitching her towards him. She ached for him; she needed him. She wanted to slide her hands over him, soap his broad shoulders, to trail them down over his chest, his taut stomach.

Feel his body up close to hers.

She caught her breath as he slid a finger carefully inside her, his thumb now expertly circling, building her to heights of ecstasy she wasn’t sure she could bear.

‘Beautiful,’ he breathed, with such intensity that, despite her baby blues self-doubt, she truly believed she was.

‘Now?’ he asked her.

Melissa could only moan her affirmation as he pulled her closer. With one hand propped against the wet tiles of the wall, his other supporting her, he eased himself inside her, pacing himself, checking with her, as if she were made of precious porcelain after all her body had been through. She loved him so much for that. And then he increased the rhythm, in tune with her, until he was plunging deep inside her.





Eleven





JADE





Bitch. Stunned, Jade backed silently out of their bedroom to press herself against the landing wall, her stomach clenching painfully inside her as she heard Mark’s deep, throaty moan. Primal urges, that’s all it was. He was a man. He had needs.

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