Oh yeah. I was about to change Ruthie’s poopy diaper.
There was some more fodder for Child Protective Services… “She was thinking about fornicating with a man when she should have been taking care of her child!”
Fortunately, they were just the daydreams of a lonely, sheltered girl. Nothing would ever become of it.
Or maybe that was unfortunate.
“No, I’ve got it,” I replied as I reached for my daughter.
As my parents liked to remind me, she was my responsibility—no one else’s.
Chapter Twenty
Alan
One thing Lainey couldn’t do was complain that Jess and I weren’t working while we spent time in the kitchen.
We baked our asses off that afternoon. Cinnamon rolls, cupcakes, scones, cookies—chocolate chip and peanut butter, brownies, and even two pies.
“You’re really good at this,” Jess exclaimed when I frosted my first cupcake.
I looked over at her blue and purple frosted creation. “So are you.”
“Do you think we should try one before we go any further? What if they’re terrible, and we waste our time frosting them?”
I was confident they were delicious, but I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to split a cupcake with Jess.
“Let’s try mine—yours looks way better.”
She set her frosting bag down and stepped toward me.
“Okay.”
“I notice you didn’t argue,” I teased as I peeled the liner from the cupcake.
“I mean… I’ve had more practice.”
“Oh, two whole days!” I laughed and held out the cupcake for her to take a bite, which she did.
“Oh god, these are so good!” she moaned.
The moan went straight to my dick.
She had blue frosting on her nose, and I wanted to kiss it off her. Then my dirty mind went straight to her entire body being covered in blue frosting, and, well,fuck.
Now I had a damn boner.
A thirty-five-year-old man sporting wood justthinkingabout a woman.
I mean, it had been a while. But it wasn’t like I didn’t get off regularly. I had my right hand and a really good imagination. Plus, there was always porn.
I leaned closer into the table where we’d been working and took a bite. I could feel the icing on my face but didn’t care. We’d have matching frosting faces.
“Holy shit!” I mumbled as the confection hit my tongue. I took my time swallowing before proclaiming, “We’re freaking culinary geniuses!”
She took one look at my face and giggled. “Messy culinary geniuses.”
I bopped her nose, wiping the frosting off in the process then showed it to her. “You’re not any better, ma’am.”
