“We’ve both been through hell, but that’s over now.” I run my fingers through her soft hair.
“And I plan on enjoying every minute of my journey with you.” I trace the tip of her ear, and she shivers.
“One taste of you made me an addict, and I’ve been in withdrawal for a long time.” I trail my finger down her delicate jawline to her neck and clavicle, watching the bumps raise in my wake.
“You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?” I meet her blown-out gaze.
“Happiness?” she asks quietly, drawing my attention to her tempting lips.
“A tiny little taste.” I run my thumb over her lips. They part for me, and I moan. “You want that, little Blume?” I cup the side of her face and lean in slowly. Our lips brush, and my nerve endings jolt as the blood rushes straight to my dick. Flicking my tongue out, I trace the seam of her lips, thrusting in when she allows me entrance. Her tongue glides across mine, and we both sigh.
Her hand reaches up to weave into my hair and leans into me, pressing her upper body into mine. Tilting my head, I go in for a deeper sampling. I suck on her tongue, and she whimpers. The needy sound runs straight through me.
Sucking air into my lungs, I pull her into my lap and take her mouth again. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she shifts her hips. Grunting, I pull away and grip her hips, pressing into my hard-on to keep her in place.
“Keep that up, and I’ll show you more than you’re ready for.”
Breathing hard, she licks her swollen, lipstick-smeared lips. “You’re right. This got out of hand so quickly.” She pressed her small hands against my chest. “I don’t know what got into me.”
“Nothing yet,” I grumble.
Her eyes widen. “Newton.”
“I thought you liked honesty and transparency.” The heat of her pussy grows, breaching the layers of clothing separating us. “You do,” I whisper.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Exhaling, I rest my head against the back of the couch and release her. She scrambles off me, and I count to ten as I think about cold water, fishing, and baseball. Standing, I adjust my dick to hide my lingering arousal, swipe my hand over my mouth and walk to the door. I open it. Laurel's mouth puckers like she’s been drinking lemonade.
“I see we interrupted you.” Laurel leans in and wipes the corner of my mouth. Holding up the thumb, she shows me the remaining berry-colored residue.
“Time got away from me.”
She sneers. “I bet.”
“Get used to it.”
“What?”
“Ms. Daphne!” Brax cries as she stands beside me.
Laurel’s face twists with anger. “Are you kidding me?”
“Hey, Brax. I was just leaving, but if it’s okay with your Dad, you can see some of the plans I have for Pages.”
“Can I Dad?”
“Yeah. I bet Daph would love it if you gave her your thoughts on the new children’s reading area.”
“You kept it!” Brax squeals, throwing himself at her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
“I promised I would, didn’t I?” She cups the back of his head as she returns his hug.
“I didn’t realize the three of you were so close.”
“Mom. I told you Noah and Ethan’s Godmother was awesome.” Brax steps away from the hug. “Can you stay to watch it with me?” Brax grabs her hand, and my heart stutters in my chest.
Daph glances from me to Brax. I can feel the resignation in her eyes.
“I think I have a few minutes to spare.”