Page 50 of Time for Change

Her lust-drunk eyes are filled with confusion as she replies softly, “Okay.”

“I really want to be with you. I want to take this to the next level, but I’m not looking for a quick romp in the sheets just to get off. Been there, done that, and it’s not what I want with you. You deserve better.” I bring my hand up to her cheek, cupping her jaw and running my thumb across her swollen lips. “I want to take my time, explore every inch of your body. I want all night, Sweets. I want nothing but you and me for hours and hours, no plans the next morning, because we’re both going to be too exhausted to do anything but sleep.”

A slow grin spreads across her lips. “I want that too.”

I exhale, not realizing I was holding my breath until she agreed. “You deserve special, because that’s what you are.”

She openly smiles now as she pulls her hands out from under my shirt and places them on my chest. “See? You’re a good guy.”

I snort, especially because my thoughts have been anything butgoodsince the moment I saw her. “I don’t know about that, but I try to be decent.”

She leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “You’re a very good guy, Jack, but I’m going to enjoy seeing the bad side.”

The groan spilling from my mouth pulls from my gut, and my cock is more than ready to get to the bad part. But he’s going to have to wait.

“I know my schedule with my kids doesn’t make it easy to date. I can’t always take you out on a Friday or Saturday night,” I start, but she quickly interrupts me.

“That’s fine, Jack. I don’t need those nights of the week, just as long as I can steal a few other times.”

“They’re yours,” I tell her, meaning it. “How about I have you over one night next week and cook for you?”

She smiles and seems surprised. “You cook?”

“Of course I cook. I can’t exactly feed my kids McDonald’s and mac and cheese every night, despite them preferring it.”

She giggles. “Well, then I accept. What night?”

“You pick.”

She considers her options before answering, “Well, if you were serious about everything else you said,” she starts, clearly referring to sex, “I work Tuesday lunch shift and have Wednesday off.”

My dick jumps. “I’ll take Wednesday off too.”

Her eyes widen. “You don’t have to do that,” she insists.

“I will. We can sleep in and spend a little more time together, maybe do something in the afternoon.”

She nods and smiles. “Sounds good.”

I lean forward and press my lips to hers. “Putting on the brakes was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, Sweets. I want you. When we’re both ready. Don’t think I’m only inviting you over Tuesday to get you into bed.”

“I don’t,” she quickly adds, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a hug.

“Good,” I tell her, returning the hug. “I want to spend more time with you.”

“I want that too. Naked alone time,” she murmurs, kissing the underside of my jaw.

A bark of laughter slides from my mouth. “Well, I definitely want that part too.”

Slowly, she steps back, putting space between us. “Tuesday night.”

I nod, reaching down and picking up my bag. “Come over any time after five. Dinner probably won’t be ready until closer to six thirty, but you’re welcome to meet me there after I get off work.”

She nods. “Sounds good.”

I turn and release the locks on the front door. “Bring a bag or don’t. There’s no pressure here, Stevie.”

She gives me a sassy little grin. “I’ll bring a bag.”

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