Page 71 of Smitten with the Single Dad

He popped more ibuprofen after he finished his ravioli, then took Vica’s bowl from her, moved it to the nightstand, and peeled her pajama bottoms off of her before he covered her body and filled her with his once more.

Nothing felt so right as being inside Vica. As beingwithVica. Nothing felt empty, or lonely, or monotonous. Since she moved in, everything had more color and vibrancy. Even his kids seemed happier.

Rolling off of her once they were finished, he admired her taut, round ass as she climbed out of bed and went to the en suite bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Noises in the hallway pulled his attention and was quick to redress into a T-shirt, boxers, and sweats, and open a window to air the place out. The room smelled like sex, and leave it to Griffon to notice something like that and comment.

The toilet flushed in the bathroom, followed by the sink running, then Vica emerged.

“I think the beasts are awake,” he whispered, causing her eyes to go wide.

“What do you want me to do? We don’t want to confuse them.”

He glanced at his phone. It could be either of them up. His money was onJake though. Griff tended to sleep deeper than Jake. It would have been nice if his kids slept a little longer, but he wasn’t going to force them to stay in bed.

“Uhhh …” His lips twisted. “Let me distract them, and you sneak past when you hear the safe word.”

“What’s the safe word?”

“Uhhh …”

“Ravioli?”

“Perfect.”

“Okay.”

He ducked out of his bedroom door, closing it quietly behind him and checking the boys’ rooms. Jake was sitting up in his bed reading, but the bathroom door was closed, indicating Griffon was in there. “Hey, bud,” he said to Jake, hanging out in Jake’s doorway. “How’d you sleep?”

Jake sat up in bed and stretched. “My body is a little sore and stiff.”

Wyatt nodded. “Mine too. Vica made ravioli,” he made sure to increase his volume on that last word and blocked the doorway so Jake couldn’t see out.

“When?” Jake asked.

Wyatt’s bedroom door opened silently, and they were nearly out of the woods when the bathroom door flew open. “Oh, hey, Vica,” Griffon said. “Do you need the bathroom?”

Shit.

Wyatt spun around to find Vica mid-tiptoe behind him, while Griffon and his wild brown hair had his head tilted to the side curiously.

“Uhhh …” Vica glanced at him.

“You can use mine,” Wyatt quickly said to her.

“Thanks.” She beamed. “I think I forgot my toothbrush in there anyway.

Griffon remained oblivious. “What was that I heard about ravioli? Can we have some?”

“Absolutely,” Wyatt said. Crisis averted, at least for now.

“For breakfast?” Griff asked.

“Why not?” Wyatt followed his youngest downstairs into the kitchen, where the majority of their cooking mess had been cleaned and put away.

“Well, it smells good in here,” Griffon commented, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Jake joined them a moment later, followed by Vica who wore a pair of black leggings and a gray, off-the-shoulder, slouchy T-shirt. She looked hot as fuck, and he wanted to do nothing more than sink his teeth into that bare shoulder.

“Dad, you’re not going into work today, are you?” Jake asked.

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