Page 10 of One Night

Colton glances toward me and my heart slams against my chest. “I’d agree with that. She’s very kind.”

“Thank you both. Good night, Ellie. I can’t wait to spend the day with you tomorrow.”

“Same.” She rolls over and cuddles her unicorn as Colton flicks off the light.

When the door is closed and we’re down the hall, he leans into me, bringing with him the scent of all the hard work he’s done today. Maybe some women would be repulsed, but there’s some kind of pheromone dripping off him that leaves me desperate to climb all over him. “I’m going to need to up your pay already.”

I grin. “Why’s that?”

“You’ve broken her fear of the drain, gotten her excited about bed, and gave her something to feel good about. I think that’s above and beyond what I was expecting. Thank you.”

“Oh, she’s great. I’ve always loved Ellie.”

He nods slowly as we stand on the top of the stairway. “I’m gonna get cleaned up. I’ll be down in five.” He turns toward his bedroom, but glances back slowly. “That t-shirt is one of my favorites.”

“Oh, I can change. I—”

“No, it suits you. I’ll be down in five. There’s a carton of ice cream in the freezer. We can share.”

I consider heading back to my room to slide my bra back on, but I liked the way he was looking at me, and I want more. Plus, I’m pretty sure ‘it suits you’can go in the lexicon of words I get to analyze later.

I turn off the overhead light in the kitchen and twist on the lamp in the attached living room. It’s a dimmer light for this kind of night, which is easier on the eyes…or I’m inadvertently setting the mood.

I grab the cookie dough ice cream from the freezer to defrost a little before Colton gets back downstairs. As I wait, I pull my phone from my pocket with intentions to text my sister, but instead see a barrage of texts.

Dad: How’s the first day going?

Dad: Don’t let him work you too hard.

Dad: I just stopped by the pie shop. They have that new butterbeer pie you were looking forward to. I’ll stop by Colton’s with a slice on my way back from your sister’s place tonight. Let me know if eight works.

I have been looking forward to that new Harry Potter themed pie, but no, eight doesn’t work. I’ll have to stop and get a slice for myself.

The lamp flicks off, and Colton lands his heavy feet on the hardwood floor of the kitchen before turning on the brighter overhead light.

What the hell?

He’s wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a tight white t-shirt that shows everything and anything a woman could ever want to see.Okay, I guess a brighter light can be good too.

I drop my phone onto the table and check my chin for drool. “Oh, ugh, one scoop or two?”

He grins. “I say we take two spoons and eat it right out of the carton. Calories don’t count unless they’re in a bowl.”

My clit throbs. I pretend it’s about the calories not counting comment, but I fear the throbbing has more to do with the outline of his massive cock.God, I need help. “Oh, that sounds good.”

He grabs two spoons from the drawer next to the dishwasher and sits at the dining room table before pushing the chair next to him out for me. “I meant what I said a few minutes ago. I’m happy you’re here. Ellie hasn’t responded to anyone like this.”

“I’m glad I can help.”

How am I going to focus knowing his cock is that big? I mean sure, I only saw the outline, but that was more than enough.

He shovels his spoon into the carton and stares toward me. “Lately, she’s been asking about her mom, and it’s gotten complicated.”

“What happened?” I dig into the ice cream as well, fishing out a bite of cookie dough.

“I’m surprised your dad hasn’t told you.”

“No, he never said a word.”

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