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Fair enough. We had lived together since college and into our adulthood. We pretty much knew everything about each other.
Anna went to town on her phone, texting at the speed of light, and within minutes, it dinged with a reply to whatever she’d been doing.
“I’m sending you his number,” she said. “His name is James. He’s a widower so he can come off kind of gruff, but I've met him, and he’s a real softie.”
I nodded, receiving his number from her almost immediately. I’d never worked for a single dad before at all, let alone a widower. Would it be different reporting to the man of the house rather than his wife? And what would the kids be like if he was this tough guy? I’d had my fair share of bratty kids, but this might be something totally different.
“Thanks,” I said to Anna after a minute. “I’ll give him a call.”
“No problem,” Anna replied, looking at her phone once more. “Now if you will excuse me, I have something pressing to address.”
“You mean you’re about to have something pressing through your dress,” I said, indicating the blue sweater dress she was wearing.
“Tomato, Tomaaato,” she said, waving to me as she left the room.
I couldn’t lie; I was a little jealous of the turbulently erotic relationship she’d developed with her dad’s best friend turned her man. They were going at it like rabbits multiple times a day. Meanwhile, I was lucky if I saw Max once a day since he’d packed his schedule so tight.
Suddenly, someone knocked on my door. Speak of the devil.
“Come in,” I said, knowing my blond and beautiful boyfriend was about to come in. Sure enough, Max practically bounced into the room, still wearing his ski clothes. I watched as clumps of snow fell off into the carpet and melted on the spot. “Maxwell,” I said. “Come on, dude.”
Max looked to where I was pointing before bending down to kiss me. “Sorry, sweetheart. I was just excited to tell you my good news.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, watching as more snow slid down his body. “And what’s that?”
He practically exploded as he said, “I got named regional ski instructor of the year!”
I wasn’t sure if that was impressive or not, but if Max was happy about it, so was I. “Oh my God, no way!” I said. “How?”
Max shook his head in wonder. “I have no idea. You have to have someone nominate you, so maybe Uncle Kevin, but he swears it wasn’t him, so probably a client.”
I reached out my hand to him. “That’s amazing, honey.”
He nodded, kissing me again.
The feeling of his chilly lips on my neck was electric, and it put a very devious idea in my head.
“I think we should celebrate,” I said, taking hold of one of his hands.
“How?” he asked.
“Oh…” I pressed his palm against one of my breasts and heard him inhale as his chilly hands made my nipple spring to life.
“Haley…” he said in a warning tone that lacked any conviction. “You’re still healing.”
I squeezed his hand to clasp it around my breast and shook my head. “Since when does a girl need two working legs to give a blow job?” I asked.
I watched as Max “sprang to life.” His eyes said that he was having the internal struggle of the century, and I thought for a minute that he might refuse.
“Well…” he said, pulling off his coat, gloves, and boots. “I suppose that’s true…”
He took a step forward to where I was still perched on the bed and arched his hips toward me, offering the chance to unleash him myself. I gave him a wicked grin and did indeed.
I tugged the zipper of his snow pants down so slowly until I could see the black bulge that was his long underwear covering his hard-on. I licked my lips, thanking the powers that be that he was being agreeable today. Then I reached forth and ran my palm over the quickly hardening flesh.
Max moaned with pleasure as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to the black cloth, wetting the entire surface area where his cock was buried beneath. He tangled his fingers in my hair and gently pushed forward against me, giving me a ripple of my own pleasure.
I reached forward and slid my hand into the convenience slit at the front of him, going beneath his underwear until I could feel the soft flesh engorged with blood in my hand.
