“Because you don’t read comics. There are a few Superwoman characters, actually. And there’s a Superboy. His name is Kon-El, and he goes by Conner Kent. He was cloned.”
She blinked at him.
“What? I’m trying to educate you.”
She rolled her eyes and said something under her breath.
“Did you just call me a nerd?” He laughed. “Because I just had a conversation with the guys on this very topic two days ago.”
“If the shoe fits…”
He grinned. “Quit making fun of me. You’re hurting my ego.”
She snorted and cuddled close.
“And now you’re distracting me from the show. Not nice, Maggie.” He actually had no idea what was happening on-screen, hyperaware of everything that was Maggie Swanson.
She shifted, and her hand settled on his thigh.
His temperature rose.
“You ever watch this show?” she asked. She rolled her fingers on his thigh, tapping.
“No. I like TV, but usually I stream something. I don’t have cable.”
“What do you like to watch?”
You, coming.Probably not the best thing to say with her daughter down the hall. Still, what could she expect with her hand on his thigh, perilously close to his steel-hard dick? Had she noticed? His jeans were tight with a capital T. Sitting had become uncomfortable.
“I, ah, I like sci-fi shows,” he said, trying not to think about tightness or tight fits. “Fantasy, adventure. I don’t mind comedy, actually. But the Lifetime and Hallmark channels aren’t my favorites.”
“Everyone assumes if you’re a woman, you have to like those channels.” She stopped tapping,finally, but did something far worse. She rubbed her hand up and down his leg, from this knee to his pelvis, way too close to his erection. He didn’t even think her aware of it, because she talked and watched the TV without looking at him. While he could focus on nothing but her scent, her touch, and how fucking close she sat.
“But I’m not into sweet romance. And some of the stuff on Lifetime isn’t real enough for me. It’s not dark enough.”
“Dark? You?”
“Well, I like a happy ending.”
Don’t we all.
“But I like more serious drama than the psycho babysitter or stalker cheater guy because everyone who cheats gets a stalker in the end. Not that I mind that premise. I’m very much into fidelity.”
“Good. Me too.” He sucked in a breath when her hand shifted and grazed his dick.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Yeah.” He was only sorry he had his jeans on. She could touch him wherever she liked.
The sitcom continued as Reggie sat in his own personal hell for the next half hour, simultaneously tortured by the dick that wouldn’t quit and gladdened to have Maggie near.
“I’ll be right back,” she said and left him.
He swallowed a groan and spread his thighs wide, needing some relief. Unfortunately, Maggie returned sooner than he expected. She saw his legs spread, and he swore she tried to bite back a grin.
“Emily’s fast sleep. Frank barely twitched when I went in. He’s lying next to her, and she’s hugging him. It’s adorable.”
“Yeah. She’s a cutie,” he agreed, wishing his voice hadn’t gone so deep. He sounded aroused while she looked unaffected and amused.
