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Lydia

“All right, you two,” I called to them after a few minutes of standing there watching them. “You can take a break right now. It’s time for dinner.”

“Mom,” Bryson whined. “It was just getting good!”

I rolled my eyes at my son’s pouting face. “You can continue it another day, okay? But if you’re not both in here and at the table in a few minutes, you’ll be getting saltine crackers for dinner.”

That had him scrambling inside, and Ken laughed as he watched my little guy run. He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes bright and aimed at me as he moved to lean against the door jamb, a few feet away from me.

“Do I get any dinner, or do you want me to go home?”

Like it always did in his presence, my heart had started beating fast. I did my best not to show it as I turned away and headed inside ahead of him.

“You can come in, but if you’re any later, you won’t be getting any either.”

His chuckle, when it came, was low and husky. His hand brushed against my ass as he passed me, and I could feel my face heat when I realized the innuendo my words implied. As if I could stop myself from jumping him.

I set the food on the table, and we ate. I kept silent, mostly watching Ken as he and Bryson chatted about what they’d gone through so far in their lessons. I wasn’t sure how much Ken even charged for them, but he hadn't asked for any payment from me. Bryson looked the happiest talking to him than he had been for some time as well.

What am I going to do if I ruin this?

When it came time for Bryson’s bedtime, I put the thought out of my mind. I wasn’t going to let it bother me for a while, not as long as things between Ken and me remained good, and so far, I thought things were still pretty great.

“Mmm,” Ken murmured in my ear. We were in my room after I’d tucked Bryson into bed, and he hugged me from behind, dragging my body against his. “I missed you today,” he said, voice husky, placing kisses along my neck.

I sighed as I leaned back into his embrace, tilting my head so he had more access to my neck. My body grew warm with arousal at the nearly innocent touch, and I arched my back, rubbing my ass against his hard length, loving the way that sent sparks through my lower abdomen.

“I need you, Ken,” I said, breathless.

He stilled against me, and a part of me was just as surprised as he was. Where exactly was this behavior coming from? I didn’t always leave him to make the first move, but it was such an obvious one, I would have blushed had I been in my right mind.

But I wasn’t.

I turned around in his arms before he could get a hold of himself, wrapping my arms around his neck and taking his lips in a rough kiss.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked with a chuckle, looking down at me, eyes alight with humor. “Should I take that as you missed me, too?”

I nodded, biting my lip. Then I got on the tip of my toes to kiss him again, but he moved back before I could. Before I could overreact, he smirked down at me.

“I still stink of sweat from the workout. Do you mind if I use your shower first?”

I shook my head, even as I tightened my arms around his neck. “Of course, I don’t mind,” I said innocently. “But would you mind if I joined you?”

His eyes widened at the bold statement. Usually, he’d drag me with him, or I’d go first, and he’d just follow me inside. Then he was grinning at me. He ducked down, and I yelped when he suddenly picked me up, hooking an arm under my knees and back, carrying me over to my bathroom.

“You know I wouldn’t mind, Lydia. I’d love it.”

I took his word for it. He let me down in the bathroom, then turned on the shower. As we waited for the water to warm up, we stripped each other down. My body was hotter than it had ever been before, and I couldn’t stop touching every bit of his skin I revealed, as if I would never get the chance to do it again. I could tell he was puzzled by how forward I was being, but he seemed to love it.

Both naked and the water warmed up, he dragged me into the shower enclosure.

“You’re so fucking hot, Lydia,” he growled as he licked the water flowing down the side of my neck. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”

My heart gave a hard thump at his words, even as my mind scrambled to cover it up. Don’t think too much about it! He’s just saying it in the heat of the moment…

I slid my hands into his wet hair, clenching it tightly in my fist and tugging his head up to fit my lips against his again. Ken groaned at my attack, pushing me up against the shower wall as his hands roamed over my body. I was panting and squirming as his fingers teased at my breasts, then one of his hands dropped between my thighs. I parted them for him even further, rocking my hips against his hand.