Page 12 of Merry with a Single Dad

Just as I was about to call Emily’s name, she strutted into the kitchen in tall black boots.

And a wickedly sexy Catwoman outfit.

I never dreamed that she’d join in on our tradition. She told me she’d be wearing a festive outfit, so I expected a Halloween-themed sweatshirt.

My sexy little angel had transformed herself into Gotham City’s devilishly fine feline.

Her costume looked like a black onesie—but this was not at all like something you’d wear to bed.

This was shiny, like patent leather. Her mask was made of black sequins, and her ears and tail were furry. Her nails were black—mysterious; her lips were red—sensual.

“Mee-ow, Mister,” she said, purring and trailing her nails down my arms. “Happy Halloween.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

She licked her lips. “You’ve got a very naughty mouth,” she said, purring again.

“And I’m going to show you just how naughty when we get home. You know I had a crush on Catwoman when I was younger.”

She raked her nails down my chest this time. “You did, did you?”

“Uh-huh. Huge crush.”

“So, you fantasized about her?”

“Oh, yeah. I used to imagine her breaking into my room, and when I tried to stop her from robbing me, she’d turn and look at me.”

Emily’s lips were an inch away.

We were just about to kiss when Hudson skidded to a stop behind her.

“Wow!” he said. “Cool!”

Our playful banter ceased immediately.

“Did I do good?” my sexy vixen asked, changing her voice back to the normal tone she used with him.

“Yeah. You look just like her.”

“What made you choose Catwoman?” I asked, doing my damnedest to hide my hard-on from my child.

“She’s Hudson’s favorite.” She glanced down, then back up. Her smile was untamed as she sent me a wink. Catwoman might be my son’s favorite, but this outfit was most definitely for me.

Still, my heart swelled as Hudson pulled on Emily’s hand, ready to ring the doorbell of the first house.

Halloween was a night of fantasies in the makings for adults, but for the next couple of hours, everything was about having a fun, festive family night with my son.

The carnal inferno blazing inside me matched Emily’s blazing red lips.

She pulled off her mask and ears and set them on the dresser.

“Thanks for doing this.” I took off my jacket and dropped it at the end of the bed before tugging off my shoes and socks. “Dressing up with us. It really made Hudson’s night.”

“Yeah. We had a little chat the other day.” She waffled back and forth in her high-heeled boots.

“Do your feet hurt?”

“A little.” She sat down and sighed as she unzipped one of her boots. “I thought it would be fun to join you guys. And he was so excited when he asked. So, any pain I endured was well worth the smile on his face.”

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