Of course, even with a bruised bone in his arm, my son’s a little pocket rocket. He hasn’t stopped, and even though I’ve been worried he’s going to hurt himself again, I haven’t coddled him. It’s not what he needs or wants.
He’s sound asleep in his bedroom, while I sit at the kitchen table in my underwear, having a stare-off with my coffee pot. It wouldn’t be good for me to have some, but it’s tempting.
“Midnight snack?”
I’m startled and pivot to see Flo leaning against the doorway in her tiny lavender sleep shorts and tank top. Her apple scent fills the room. I breathe it in greedily because soon, it’ll be gone.
Fuck, how does she get even more gorgeous every time I see her? Her hair isn’t tousled, which indicates she hasn’t just awoken from slumber, but probably hasn’t been able to sleep, like me.
We both know why.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I say.
At this point, I’m not too sure why we don’t sleep in the same bed—I’m inside her most nights—but maybe that just feels too intimate. Too personal. Perhaps it’s also the fact that she’s leaving in a matter of days, and we haven’t spoken much about it.
“Do you always sleep wearing boxers?”
I quirk a brow. It’s an odd question, but this is Flo McKenna we’re talking about, here. “No, I sleep naked.”
She hums, almost like she’s reflecting on a recent memory. “So why are you wearing boxers now?”
“In case you caught me.”
That gets her laughing. “I’ve seen it before, West.” She’s walking towards me now. “A little surprise kitchen dick wouldn’t scare me off.”
A scoff. “Why not? You like surprise kitchen dick?”
“Love it.”
My hands instantly grip her waist when she reaches me, tracing delicate lines on her skin. It’s comforting, and suddenly, the thought of coffee doesn’t interest me in the slightest. This woman in front of me has my undivided attention.She’smy new addiction.
“You look like you want something, Evan? Are you going to ask for it?”
My greys blaze. Oh, is that how this is? “Sit on my lap, Flo. Without the silly little shorts.”
“Usually I’d want a please, but I’ll let you off this time because you’re hot.” As if teasing me, Flo juts a hip out, ever so slowly swaying them while simultaneouslyshuffling her silky shorts down until they land in a heap at her white-painted toes.
She straddles me, and I lean down to kiss her with a fire I didn’t know I had behind me. She’s so warm. Fits so perfectly around me, like she was made for me. I’m convinced she might have been.
“I can feel you dripping onto my thighs, trouble.”
Suddenly, my words put her desire for control into a state of hibernation. Her face changes into one of desperation.
“I want you so badly, Evan.”
“Yeah? Do you think you can be quiet, though?”
Her chin dips to her chest in a desperate nod.
“Then ride me, Flo. Ride my cock.”
“Yes,boss.”
That gains her a frosty glare, but I secretly like it.
Flo springs my dick free and wraps her hand around the base, stroking it a few times. Each pump causes a wave of pleasure to rocket through me.
“You know, I used to ride horses?”
