said. “Time to come back down to sea level. You’re not giving up, girl. You need head-banging, ear-splitting, crazy-inducing sex. And we’re going to find the guy to give you an orgasm that will send you to the moon.”
Yes, Max thought, mentally giving Lucy a high-five. Though he had to admit, picturing Grace with some faceless jerk as said jerk bent over backwards to pleasure her didn’t sit well with him. In fact, it pissed him the hell off.
But Grace only responded with a small feminine snort. “I’m frigid and I have to accept it but I’m not givin’ up on love. I’m just movin’ forward with my life.”
Max mentally snorted. Grace saying she was frigid was as ridiculous as Melina thinking she needed lessons in sex because her ex-boyfriends were ass-hats. Rhys had disabused her of such silly thoughts, and now it was Melina and Lucy’s job to do the same for Grace.
Only… only…
“You’re not frigid because there’s no such thing. But…” Melina hesitated, then sighed. “You have given plenty of men a fair shot at pleasuring you. Why continue to force things? Until the right man comes along, maybe you should—”
“Jesus,” he muttered in disgust. He wanted to charge into the nursery and say, “What the hell are you thinking? You’re a beautiful, responsive woman. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, other than needing to be fucked, long and hard, until you’re screaming out in pleasure. If the men you’ve been with have been too incompetent to accomplish it, then I’ll—”
Before he knew what he was doing, he took several steps toward the kitchen doorway, stopping only when Grace spoke again.
“I’ve wasted my adult life tryin’ to find a man who can pleasure me so I could move on to the good stuff—marriage and a family. Well, I don’t need a man to get me off sexually, and I don’t need one to raise a baby, either.”
“A baby?” Lucy gasped. “That’s your new plan? Are you crazy?”
Max winced. He could practically hear her hurt in her silence.
“Oh Grace, I didn’t mean it like that,” Lucy said quickly. “I think you’d be a wonderful mother. But you do need a man to have a baby.”
“Unless you plan on going the turkey baster route?” Melina asked.
“No,” Grace said, her voice trembling slightly. “I want a lovin’ and stable father for my baby. I just don’t want a boyfriend, lovah or husband.”
“So no sperm bank but no personal connection between you and the father either. You just want a baby daddy?” Melina clarified.
“Exactly. He lives in his house, I live in mine. Shared custody. I still have time to do the things I enjoy. Dance. Even date. And my baby gets the benefit of an involved, lovin’ father.”
Well, that sounded stupid as hell, Max thought. If she was going to bother having a baby with a man, why not try for the whole package? A woman like her deserved that. Plus, did she really think she could trust her child and her own happiness to a total stranger? Whether they lived in separate houses or not, her father’s baby would be in her life and would have an impact on almost everything she did. Just who was she planning on…
A crazy idea made him suddenly lightheaded.
She’d asked him for an orgasm. Was it possible she’d been going to ask him to father her child, too?
Granted, he didn’t have the kind of reputation or lifestyle that would make most women want babies with him, but maybe, despite what had happened with Elizabeth last night, Grace had seen beyond all that. Maybe there was finally a woman who saw more to him than others did.
“When did you decide this?” Melina asked.
“To have the baby? I’ve been thinkin’ about it for a while. But I made the final decision to forgo Operation Orgasm for Operation Baby around one a.m. ”
About an hour after she’d seen him with Elizabeth.
“Grace,” Melina said quietly. “I know you went to see Max last night. He talked to Rhys this morning and