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My legs wrap around Jack’s hips, pulling him closer and he begins to move, slow at first, knowing neither one of us wants this moment to end.
Our mouths are connected the way our bodies are, exploring and tasting each other as the need and want blooms heavy in both of us.
Desperation begins to take over and my nails are dragging down Jack’s back, marking him as I moan his name, begging for him to fuck me as his hips grind hard against mine. His movements become erratic and less controlled, he’s rough and needy.
It’s only seconds before my body clenches around him, pulling an orgasm from each of us, along with the last pleading desires from our lips as we lie sated and breathing heavily on my bed.
I can’t remember the last time I ever woke up like this. Honestly, I’m not certain I ever have. Nothing in my life has ever felt this right.
“Plans for today?” Jack asks, his fingers absentmindedly twirling a few strands of my hair around his finger.
“I have no idea,” I respond still somewhat breathless and Jack laughs.
“I’m so good at this that I’ve blown your mind,” Jack gloats and what once would’ve annoyed me, now has me smiling and teasing him right back.
“Oh, you’d like to think it’s your amazing body that has this effect on me, huh?”
“I don’t think it, I know it. The way you moan my name…” Jack starts, his lips once again trailing along my neck, “tells me that it’s my dick that you want, always.”
He wasn’t kidding when he said dirty talk and that accent are a deadly combination, and I find myself moving against him again.
But that idea is short-lived because we are once again interrupted by the sound of a door slamming and small feet pounding on the wood floor.
“Aunt Lulu!” comes Olivia’s singsong voice as she searches my house for any signs of me.
There are so many things I suddenly regret as I lay here naked in bed with Jack, but the biggest of them all was teaching those two how to find the house key I keep hidden under the doormat.
“Put some clothes on,” I whisper-shout as I shove Jack out of the bed and I scramble for my robe. “And don’t you dare come out of this room unless you want the firing squad out there to hit you with a million questions.”
“Aunt Lulu!” Olivia screams louder this time, because like all kids she thinks if she screams louder it will suddenly make me appear. Which it actually does because I emerge from the bedroom to find Oscar and Olivia standing in my kitchen with Olivia wearing Jack’s work boots.
“Where’s Jack?” Oscar asks, looking around like he’s going to appear out of nowhere. “He’s not in the shed and it’s late.”
“He’s not here,” I defend immediately and Olivia gives me the stink eye.
“Why are his boots here?” she asks, shuffling her too small feet around in the clunky boots.
“I don’t know,” I respond, stumbling over my words and knowing they are totally on to me.
Damn, these two are good.
Both of them stand there eyeing me and knowing I’m lying through my teeth, but how the hell do you explain to two seven year olds that you’ve spent the night with someone and you don’t mean a sleepover. The questions will be endless.
“Some more parts for the crusher just got delivered and I had the guy bring them to the shed,” Oscar says like he’s running the place. “And Mom wants to know where you are.”
“Okay, thanks,” I reply hoping it will send them on their way, but neither one of them budges.
“What’s going on?” Oscar asks, his eyebrows up and the skepticism loud and clear in his question.
“Nothing, why? Just woke up late. Gotta get moving, right? You said Mom was looking for me.”
“Woke up late?” Olivia scoffs as she clomps around the island in Jack’s boots leaving little bits of dried mud in her wake. “You never wake up late.”
“You sick?” Oscar asks. “One time when I threw up at school, I slept late too.”
“No,” I answer back, finding it hard to hold back the laughter that builds inside me.
These two are piece of work.
