Page 15 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

Against my better judgment, I sit sideways across his lap, the strength and warmth of his body comforting me. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me closer.

“Should I order a drink?” I’m growing increasingly curious about what he’s planning. If my brain wasn’t stuck in mom mode all the time, I might even admit, I’m excited. But still, I can’t accept that he’d think we were serious about comparing cocks and cigars. It wouldn’t be hygienic to—

“This will be enough fun without alcohol.” Diego’s free hand dips into his pocket, and a small foil packet glints in the dim light. A condom.

My breath catches.

Hygienic problem solved.

I glance from the packet to the other men in the lounge.

Diego tucks the condom under my bra strap, then runs his hand under my skirt, into the wetness high on myinner thighs.

My cautiously rational mom-brain points out that this is a mistake. I didn’t even do crazy things like this before I had a baby. But another part of me, the part that craves being seen as more than a mom, loves the side of me Diego nurtures.

Diego unwraps the cigar. “Sheath it or light it?”

I take the condom from my bra strap, tearing open the packet with my teeth. With trembling fingers, I roll it onto the cigar, the latex stretching taut over the firm tobacco.

Diego shifts me in his lap, cradling me as he drapes my legs over the cushioned arm of the chair. He spreads my thighs and rests his arm between my legs as he maneuvers the cigar under my skirt.

A casual glance would miss what’s happening.

The tip presses against my sex. Diego watches my expression. I’m good, I think. I’m more than good. I’m exhilarated. He leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue dances with mine, and I melt into him, eager for another new experience.

He slows the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine as he penetrates me with the phallic object. It’s a strange sensation, yet thrilling. He pauses, giving me a chance to reconsider. I nod, my breath hitching. He begins to pump the cigar, the rhythm steady and deliberate.

The pleasure is unexpected, different from the pleasure of sex with him. I’m shocked by how much I like it. The pleasure builds, a slow burn that spreads through my body. Is it the cigar,or is it the situation? The thrill of doing something so daring, so forbidden, in a public place?

His cock is rock-hard under me. Should we move to his office? Is that his plan?

Fighting back moans, I try to keep my hips from rocking too much, but the sensation is overwhelming. I’m driving closer and closer to release, the pressure building inside me like storm clouds ready to unleash.

“Diego,” I murmur between kisses, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m about to come. We need to stop.”

His grip on me tightens, his voice a low growl. “The only reason I’ll stop is to sit you on my dick.”

The thought sends a shiver down my spine. “We could go somewhere more private. Your office?” I suggest, my eyes darting to the other patrons in the lounge.

He shakes his head, his gaze intense. “You’re going to finish right here. The only choice is what you want to have inside of you when you do.”

The offer is too wild, too reckless. Too… exactly what I need.

It throws me over the edge. I bury my face into his shoulder, my body convulsing as I come, the cigar still inside me. Waves of pleasure wash over me, as I cling to Diego, my anchor in the storm.

Diego holds me close while I recover. His arousal continues to press against me, but he makes no move to satisfyit. This was about me, about pushing my boundaries, about making me feel alive and fun. And it worked.

Eight

Bane

I sit in my home office, staring blankly at the computer screen. The new hire we brought on at the shop has been a godsend, allowing me to work from home, but I can’t focus with Avery in the house.

Every time I hear her voice, I’m reminded of the other night and her quick denial that our kiss was a mistake. It tears at my soul. Nothing that feels like that should be a mistake.

The house suffocates me. Betraying the memory of my wife clouds my thoughts. Making a move on my best friend’s woman haunts me.

How has Avery’s presence upended my carefully structured world?

---