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Joss pressed her lips right on top of the spot where my heart beat wildly. “I don’t know, Ben. You have a nice strong heartbeat and it sounds good to me. But we can test that theory, if you like.”
I laughed and held her tight. Joss was the kind of woman that a man could get addicted to, if he wasn’t careful. “Maybe later.” I was always careful. Always.
Joss pouted. “Fine.” She climbed on top of me, her naked body beautiful and curvaceous, her breasts bouncing as she moved, sliding her heat up and down the underside of my exhausted cock. “How about we grab some food, then? I’m starved.”
I laughed and gripped her hips to stop the movement. “I could eat.” Heat flared in her blue eyes and she laughed. “Food, Joss. I could eat food. Now. Dessert, later.”
“Promises, promises,” she sang and rolled away, reaching for a soft cotton robe that she wrapped loosely around her body. “I guess its my turn to rustle up some sustenance.”
I watched her walk out of the bedroom with an exaggerated swing in her hips, a smile on my face. God, she’s irresistible. I couldn’t get enough of Joss and I was worried I never would.
“Got any steak?”
Her laughter faded as she made her way down the stairs and I found my boxers, following after her at a much slower pace. How in the hell she had so much energy when I was completely drained, I had no idea, but the sight of her dancing around the kitchen while she searched for something to eat, had my cock stirring. Once again.
“I have pork chops.”
“Delicious.” I took a step forward just as my phone rang in my pants pocket and I groaned at the familiar ringtone.
“You have to get that?” I nodded. “I think your pants are in the front hall.” Her lips twitched at the absurdity of those words and I went to grab the phone.
“Hey, Mom. Look, I can’t talk right now.”
“Word around Pilgrim is that your car has been parked at the girls’ soccer coach’s house all day. Are you seeing her?”
I stifled a groan at her question and pinched the bridge of my nose. This was another reason I didn’t like to date locally, because it was a sin to get a mother’s hopes up.
“We’re having tacos, Mom. That’s all.”
She snorted a laugh. “Tacos that take all day to make and eat? I wasn’t born yesterday, you know that don’t you Ben?”
“Mom, please. Spare me the details.”
She laughed. “If I spare you the details, do you promise to give me a few details about what’s going on with you and Ms. Callahan?”
At those words I turned my gaze to Joss, humming to herself and shaking her booty to a song that only she could hear. What was going on with us? I had no clue, and I didn’t want to look at the reasons why too carefully.
“We’re friends.”
Joss turned at the sound of my voice, her brows arched in question. Before I could shake my head, she held up a bag of potatoes and a package of broccoli. “Which one?” She mouthed.
“Both,” I mouthed back.
“Friends? Like two people who go bowling together, or one of those friends with benefits arrangements?” Mom laughed to herself again and I could just see her, shaking her head at her wayward son, the high school principal. “I’ve heard those relationships stand a good chance at forever, at least when one of the people removes his head from his backside before he screws it up.”
“Mom.” My tone was more forceful as I tried to hide my annoyance. “You’re prying.”
“Damn right I am. You are my son, and it is my God given right to pry into your life, especially when your happiness is at stake.”
“I’m plenty happy, Mom. Don’t I seem happy to you?”
She snorted. “I’ll bet you’re plenty happy right now, but post orgasmic glow isn’t real happiness. It fades if it’s just purely physical pleasure.”
“Please don’t ever say those words to me again, Mom.” The last thing I wanted in my mind, especially with Joss naked under that robe, was my own damn mother talking about booty calls.
“On one condition.”
“Fine,” I groaned. “What is it?”
“Was Ms. Callahan your match from Time for Love, or is this one of those workplace romances you pretend you don’t believe in?”
“Joss and I are friends, Mom. That’s all you’re getting.”
She laughed again. “Then I guess it’s back to our discussion about those friends with benefits relationships. Maybe I should look into getting one, it’s been long enough since-,”
“Okay, fine Mom. Yes, okay? Time for Love matched Joss and I together.” She squealed with delight and I turned away from Joss and lowered my voice. “Don’t get your hopes up,” I warned. “I still don’t do workplace romances. Period.”
