it kind of a shit show…but it’s also weirdly catchy.
“Yep. I think I heard this song in a movie once.”
“Seriously? It had to be a comedy.”
“It was,” I assure her as I pull onto the road and into traffic.
When the song ends, she turns the music off. “I don’t know if I can take any more seventies’ flashbacks.”
I grin. “Same.”
But the car falls silent. All I can think about is grabbing some afternoon delight with Masey. I wonder if she’s thinking it, too.
At a stoplight, I glance her way. She looks back. I see awareness in her eyes.
Yeah, it’s crossed her mind—and parked there.
Fuck, how soon can we get back to my place?
Thankfully, the answer is three minutes. When I pull into my assigned spot, we both bail out of the car. I grab Ranger. She snatches up his diaper bag. We both practically run for the door to my condo. Inside, we race to get my son settled, and he falls into his crib with a deep sigh, sucks on his pacifier, and instantly melts into his mattress.
“He okay?” Masey asks from the door.
“Yeah,” I whisper, touched that she cares so much.
Then I turn to her. She’s already shed her shoes, ditched her lightweight cardigan, and unwound her hair from the loose bun she shoved it in earlier.
Heart pounding and harder than hell, I make my way across the room and crowd her back into the hall. “I’ve been thinking… Do you have to set up this afternoon for tonight’s filming?”
She bites her lip. “I should.”
I nod because I understand. My overeager dick doesn’t, but it may have to wait. She’s doing me a favor by being here, and I shouldn’t get in her way.
Still, I can’t resist. “Do you have to do it now?”
“Oh, to hell with it,” she mutters as she lunges against me and lays her lips over mine.
Excitement spikes. My blood pumps. I shove her against the nearest wall and drown in everything Masey—her pillowy mouth, her coconut scent, her little catches of breath, and her lush breasts pressed against my chest as I dive deep in her mouth and explore her with my kiss.
When we finally pull away long moments later, she’s panting as she blinks up at me. “Show me just how comfortable your couch is.”
She wants me. I can’t stop smiling. Masey can kid herself, but she isn’t the kind of woman to get physical without any emotions being involved. So I don’t think she would initiate sex unless being with me meant something.
“My pleasure.” I pull her down the hall.
“Just to be clear, I was thinking less napping and more skyrockets in flight.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
When we reach the living room, she yanks my shirt up my torso and over my head. I lift her sundress and jerk down her panties. Her skirt is still swishing around her thighs when I tug at the tie fastening the top of her dress around her neck. It tumbles down to reveal the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra, and she still has the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen, topped with hard, well-loved nipples. “Oh, honey, I’m definitely thinking afternoon delight.”
I shove my shorts down and find the condom I hopefully tucked into my pocket earlier, just in case. I roll it on, plop onto the sofa, then lift her onto my lap.
“It’s like you read my mind,” she gasps as she splays her knees on either side of my hips and sinks down onto me slowly.
“Yeah…” I groan. “Let’s rub our sticks and stones together.”
She giggles and moves rhythmically over me. “We already are, and it feels ahhhmazing.”
“I’m going to go out on a limb and say the sparks are already ignited.” But to make sure, I tell her to rub at her clit while I take one of her bobbing nipples in my mouth.
Twenty minutes and three screaming orgasms from Masey later, I finally let go and sink into the sofa with a long, satisfied sigh. “Damn.”
“That was so good.”
It was. And honestly, it just keeps getting better between us.
“I believe you now,” she murmurs sleepily.
Believe me? “About what?”
“This is the most comfortable couch ever.”
After a shower and a catnap, we awake refreshed in each other’s arms—to the sound of Ranger crying.
“Someone’s up,” I mutter.
“And clearly not thrilled about it.”
I roll over and brush a kiss across Masey’s mouth. And I can’t help but linger.
Jesus, I’m so fucking happy, especially when she kisses me back as if she has no other agenda than to