Priscilla shook her head. “I’m tired. Sitting still is hard work,” she joked.
“I’m here to help, baby,” she said, leaning over to lend Priscilla a shoulder.
Margo must be exhausted, and here I was wanting to keep her up late. Why? Because I was a selfish prick ...or a selfish nice guy.
“Mick?” Priscilla asked.
“Yeah?”
“Night. See you soon,” she said before Margo helped her to her room.
I went into the kitchen and hunted for some decaffeinated coffee. Setting a pot to brew, I heard the two of them padding around upstairs. I was going to offer to help, and then thought of Margo’s earlier advice.
“Oh, wow. Smells good,” Margo said as she sneaked up on me.
“Hey, she okay?”
“Yep. Twelve and three-quarters going on twenty-three. Wanted to know if you were going to be here in the morning.”
I felt my eyes bulging out of my head. “Ah, is that normal?”
“She’s a young woman and knows all about the birds and the bees. What I didn’t think she knew about was torrid extramarital affairs and divorce, but apparently, she’s wiser than I thought.”
I poured two coffees, grabbing the milk for Margo—yes, I knew how she took her coffee.
“I’m going to have to investigate all that ... later.” Taking a sip of her coffee, she let out a little moan of contentment. “Mmm.”
I couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing her. We were both standing, facing each other with a hip to the counter. My hand found hers, and I helped her shelve her mug on the counter before guiding her palm up my back and running mine down her back to her ass. We kissed, our tongues working their way into each other’s mouths, and our lower bodies seeking friction. Her hand found my ass and squeezed it tight.
“God, I want you,” I moaned quietly.
“Me too. I mean, I want you, but ...” Her words trickled into my ear as she nibbled on the lobe, making her way back to my mouth.
“Don’t worry, you don’t need to explain. This is enough,” I said.
Shutting up, I held her as close as possible, running my fingers down her side and to her jeans. I made quick work of the button fly and even faster time into her panties, my finger finding her warmth.
“No reason I can’t leave you satisfied,” I whispered.
“Mick ...”
She started to protest, but then her head fell back and something like a purr came from her mouth as I added another finger and worked her over. My thumb met her most sensitive area, teasing the little ball of nerves while my fingers found the spot.
It didn’t take long. Within a matter of moments, Margo was in full ecstasy.
Ask any guy, and he’ll tell you what it does to him to get a woman off quickly with only his hand. It’s a top-of-the-tallest-building type of feeling. Do that with a woman you actually care for, and it puts you on top of the world.
I continued to kiss Margo through her muffled cries until she was actually shivering in my arms. I pulled my hand out from her pants and brushed my lips over her forehead.
“Did that really just happen?” she asked breathlessly.
“That won’t be the only time,” I said before running my hand in front of my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
“I’m going to let you go to bed,” I said, wiping my hand on my pant leg. I wanted to lick it clean, but we were in her kitchen with her daughter upstairs. We’d done enough for one night.
“What about—”
“Nope, don’t even say it,” I said, cutting her off. “Tonight was for you.”
