Page 50 of Analysing Her Assets

“I disagree. It’s not getting old. I came to take Giddy for his morning run. Are we meeting tonight? My turn, my place.”

He’d have a hard time matching the mind-blowing experience she’d given him. But this wasn’t Peaks, and they weren’t in competition.

“Come on, Giddy, piss already. Yes, we said we would and we will. Unlike some people I know, I don’t change my mind easily.” A jab, which he totally deserved.

“I don’t want Giddy to stay alone. Bring him with you tonight.”

Tamar kept darting nervous glances back toward her building’s exit.

“What is it? Why do you keep looking over your shoulder?”

“My sister, you met her, Tally, we spent yesterday evening together. They stayed for dinner. Eyal wanted to play with Giddy, and he fell asleep, so they stayed the night. She’s supposed to come out at any moment.”

The last thing Gideon wanted was to meet the Tally harpy and Tamar, apparently, felt the same.

“Give me Giddy. He wants to have his run. I’ll be gone before she comes out and back after she leaves,” he said in a hurry.

“Here, let me help you with your pouch. The extra leash is in there, right?” She stepped closer. The dogs barked excitedly around them.

She unzipped the small pocket that held the dogs’ flexible leashes. Gideon stilled. The pouch was right above his cock, and she brushed a knuckle across his bulge.

“Tamar...” he whispered.

Tamar snaked fingers between his thighs and rubbed his balls. Blood rushed like fire in his veins. His cock shaped under her touch, fighting the constraints of the tight running shorts. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, and her nostrils widened as she concentrated on enlarging his bulge, her thumb tracing the contour of his cockhead. They were in the street, in plain view. Her sister might show up at any minute, and the promise of danger heightened his senses. Her breaths came as fast and as short as his. He ran his fingers through her smooth hair, down to the satin cool bare skin of her nape. Closing his eyes, he sniffed the crown of her head, shampoo and something that was essentially Tamar. This was how she would smell if they woke up together.

“Our teacher says this is a “no-no” place to touch.”

Gideon’s eyes flew open. Her sister and her son were right behind her. Tamar leaped backwards, and he had sense enough to reach for her elbows and steady her. Her family now had an uninterrupted view of his swollen shorts.

“Your teacher is right,” he told Eyal, going for calm and reason, because the laughter bubbling in his chest wouldn’t do. “Until you’re much older, no one should touch you there.”

“You should learn to say ‘no’, and go away, and tell someone you trust.” Eyal was reciting a well-learned lesson.

“That’s right. But I am already a grown-up and I like your aunt, so I don’t want to say ‘no’ to her.” Gideon wasn’t talking to Eyal anymore.

“You like her?” Eyal asked. “Like I like Giddy?”

“I like her. Like a man likes a woman.”

Declaring it for the first time in front of this crowd was all wrong, but it made it no less true. He liked Tamar. The way she smelled, talked, made him laugh. Her sister’s dagger stares were just fueling his resolve. He acted like a spineless coward last time. No more.

“I thought you guys were done,” her sister said accusingly. As if it was her business.

“Are you still taking Giddy for his run?” Tamar muttered, still staring at the ground.

“Yes.” He didn’t care what her sister wanted, and Tamar shouldn’t either. “Good news, our dog walker starts tomorrow. Did you have your key copied for him?”

She nodded. He leashed Giddy to his pouch.

“Please look at me,” he whispered, and she lifted her face, which was crimson red.

“Tamar, we’re not doing anything wrong,” he said in a low voice that only she could hear.

“I know. Just foolish.” She sighed. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Bye, Eyal, have a nice day,” he said to the child and went jogging with both dogs. He couldn’t wait for tonight.

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