Page 36 of Rejected Broken Mate

"I was just offering you a ride home," he said softly, squatting next to me.

"It isn't that simple," I grumbled, chewing on my cheek. "I can't have you drive me home because that leads to other things, and other things lead to fucking, and we can't fuck again."

He smirked. "We could," he teased.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "We can't. I shouldn't open that door. I can't be a good mother if my mind is traveling around wondering when I can orgasm again."

Miles continued to smirk, and I scowled. "This isn't funny. I haven't been able to focus all damn day."

"It is a little."

"How is this funny?' I said, glaring at him. "Do you know what's gone through my head all day?"

His smirk grew, and his eyes sparkled. "No, but do tell."

I turned, pulled myself up, and fixed my dress. Miles stepped back, watching me as I reseated myself at my desk.

He crossed his arms. "Laura, whatever is going through your head is normal."

"I'm aware it's normal," I grumbled. "I know it's normal to fantasize about things, but I can't. I'm a mother. It's wrong. I don't have time for this kind of thing."

I could hear him sigh, and he went around my desk, placing his hands on the other side and staring at me. I felt my face grow hot once more as he was so close.

"Suddenly having sex is wrong because you're a mother?"

Hearing him say the words was wrong. And I knew that. But this wasn't that simple.

I sighed, waving a hand, knowing I would need to explain. "Michael was late for school this morning because I tossed and turned last night. And because he was late, he forgot his science folder, which I always remind him to put in his bag before we leave, but I didn't. My entire day was thrown, and instead of getting work done today, all I could think about was the fact my ass was on my desk less than twenty-four hours ago and how much I want it to happen again."

I sighed, looking away. "But I can't. I shouldn't have allowed it to happen the first time because now it's screwedeverything else up. It's blurring lines where they should be clear. You shouldn't cross them."

"So, you're what, saying you shouldn't be having sex because it makes you forget things?"

I waved my hands. "If it makes me a crappy mom, yes. This is why I said I can't have a sexual relationship."

I could hear Miles start to chuckle, and I scowled at him. He quickly shook his head. "Laura, can't you hear yourself?"

"You know what, I've gone without sex for a long time, and I've done fine. Your dick isn't magical."

He smirked. "No, but it's clear you want it if you're fantasizing about it at work."

I felt my face grow hot.

His eyes softened. "And it's normal. Wendy and Ayden have a sex schedule. And I only know this because I saw it when I babysat. Ashley and Owen do it at least once a week. And I know that because they have a date night, and we all have seen what happens at date night. I accidentally caught them fucking in a car in the parking lot when I forgot my gym bag."

"They are married," I said. "They have another person to pick things up when they drop the ball. I do not have that."

Miles leaned down, resting his arms on the desk. "What are you scared of exactly? Do you think your need for sex is going to overpower your love for your son?"

"No, I just…"

I knew there were parents who could do it all, but I wasn't. I removed relationships from the picture a long time ago.

I frowned. "It's always just been Michael and I.. Everything I do is for us. I can't do casual sex, Miles. That'swhere people get hurt, and Michael needs me to stay put together. I can't make mistakes."

Miles gave me a soft smile. "Laura, it doesn't make you a bad mom. It makes you human. We all have sexual urges. We all drop the ball on things."

I took a deep breath in. "I know that. But I can't do this." I wave a hand between us. "I can't be having sex at work."

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