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“Yes.”
“We’re adults. We know what we’re getting into. As long as we’re both still enjoying ourselves and having fun, I don’t see why we would have to stop. Do you?”
She thinks about it, then shakes her head slowly. “I can’t think of a reason why we shouldn’t.”
Looking her up and down, I give her a filthy grin. “Good girl.”
She presses the heels of her hands to her cheeks. “I like hearing you say that.”
I swat her on the ass lightly. She squeaks.
“Do we have some time before the first vendor meeting?”
She gulps. “Just an hour.”
“Then you should get the lock on the door.” I pull my shirt free of my dark pants and start to unbutton them. “Get on your knees and suck my cock, beautiful. Then I’ll show you how to ride my tongue.”
Sav’s mouth forms a distinct O.
“Cole!” she says, scandalized.
I swat her ass again, a little harder this time. “You want this. I promise.”
Eyes wide, Savannah turns meekly and goes to lock the door.
26
Cole
Phone calls from Holly go unanswered.
Emails from two agents’ offices in London sit in my inbox unread.
Dad and Sarah’s gentle reminders that I have to figure out where Charlie will go to preschool in the fall are impatiently ignored.
These things are all put on the back burner while I focus on Savannah, the haven from my troubles. Charlie gets most of my time and energy. He has to come first. But every second that’s not spent on my kid?
Savannah grabs my attention and shows me, over and over again, why she so profoundly deserves it. I kiss her and touch her whenever I can. At the office, on nights after Charlie has gone to bed, in stolen moments while Charlie is at play practice.
My career suffers, sure. But I can’t care about that. Not when Charlie is cared for and Savannah is waiting for me.
Over the next week, I ignore the fact that I’m supposed to be moving toward getting Charlie and myself closer to London. Instead, I work for a few hours and then spend the rest of my time floating in a dreamy haze of Savannah. I go down on her at the office. I fuck her in the elevator of the only half-decent hotel in Cape Simon. She gives me head in my car on the side of the road between the Cape and South Shore.
On this particular Sunday afternoon, we have all but worn each other out. But still, a sizzle of heat fills my veins at the thought of seeing her. I park my car outside the community center and look at my son. He is playing with two toy dinosaurs and making them roar at each other.
“Ready to go see the Stooges?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Remember I told you about the Stooges? They’re black and white comedies like Charlie Chaplin used to make. You’re going to love them.”
“Okay.”
“Miss Savannah is going to be here. I know you like seeing her,” I say.
“Sav likes the Stoo-biz?”
I grin. “Stooges, with a hard g. And Savannah told me that she picked these movies just for you. She promised that you would like them.”
