Page 49 of Mister Mom

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Somehow, I survive dinner with the kids even with the fact that every time I pass Vance when the kids aren’t paying attention, his hand slides over my ass. Thankfully, he agreed to wear a t-shirt I had that was too big for me. If his delicious abs had been on display I don’t know what I would have done.

“Time for bed!” I clap my hands and Vance laughs.

Payne whines. “Can Vance read me my book?” he asks and I glance over to where Vance is sitting on the chair.

“I’d love to.” Vance hops up and follows Payne out of the room.

I pick up Via and we follow behind.

While I rock Via and read her Goodnight Moon, I hear Vance and Payne laughing about a shark book Payne hasn’t been able to get enough of lately.

Via’s hand moves up to my hair and then she caresses my face.

“What do you think, baby? Is Mommy crazy?”

She smiles over her pacifier with her hand resting on my bare skin. I watch her for a few minutes until her eyes drift closed and her hand falls from my face.

I stand up and place her in the crib, turning on her twilight light, and leave the room, closing the door softly behind me.

With Vance still reading to Payne, I head downstairs. Mostly because I don’t trust myself to wait for him in the hallway. I have no doubt we’d end up in my bed within five minutes.

By the time Vance makes it downstairs, I’ve poured myself a glass of white wine and placed an open beer on the coffee table for him.

“You’re snooping.” He falls down beside me onto the couch, grabbing the beer in the same motion.

“Just looking.” I place his script back down on his computer.

“I’m kidding. It’s okay.” He sits up, resting his elbows on his knees, so near that his crisp cologne lights every nerve ending in my body.

I pick it back up. “How is it going?” His chicken-scratch handwriting is written in some of the margins, but for some reason it makes the script more him, and it feels more intimate that it’s here in my house.

“It’s okay. I meet with a script manager next week. Jagger set it up.”

“What are you changing? I think it’s awesome as is.” I lean back into the couch, propping my feet up on the table. “Actually, there is one scene I think needs a little tweaking.”

“And what’s that?” he asks, a smile teasing his lips.

“You’re probably thinking that I should stay out of it… that I’m only an actress.” I raise my eyebrows and he chuckles.

“You caught me, but I want to hear it. What scene?”

I flip through the pages to reach the scene where Melanie and Joseph have sex after one of the heists. “I think you need to add romance into this one.” I tap my finger on the page.

“Romance? They’re outlaws.” He tips his beer back and then places it on the table, grabbing his pencil and leaning in close. “Where?”

“After they get off the yacht with all the jewels, you have Joseph pin her against the hotel window, stripping her down and taking her from behind.”

Damn. I shouldn’t have listened to Vance and not worn any underwear because my yoga pants are now wet.

“You don’t like that scene?” He raises his brow and that cocky smirk is on his face.

We both know how sexy the scene is.

“Oh, I like it, but I’d rather him press her against the window, strip her down and then carry her off to the bed to make love to her with the jewels spread out all over the bed.”

He plucks the paper from me, his pencil poised. “You think Joseph doesn’t love her because he fucks her against the window?”

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