Page 81 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

“God, I’ve missed this,” I said.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she gazed up into my eyes. “Me, too.”

“Is it normal to have this much chemistry with someone after seven years?” I asked.

“I don’t think it’s normal,” she said, squeezing my ass. “Nothing aboutusis normal. And I mean that in the best possible way.”

Hearing her say that filled my world with joy. There was nothing more satisfying than feeling something intense and special with another person, and discovering that they felt the exact same way.

It was a validation of every decision I’d made in the past six months. Leaving Detroit. Moving back to Vancouver.

Reaching out to Haley.

Now I just needed to tell her the truth.

I’d been terrified of doing that. Putting it off for as long as I could.

But now, as my cock softened inside of Haley and we grinned at each other like we were teenagers again?

I wasn’t afraid.

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Lucas stayed inside me, as hard as a brick column, for a lot longer than I expected. Especially after coming twice. It made me feel sexier, even more desirable, than I already did.

Then, with a final kiss of passion and love, our bodies untangled and we cleaned ourselves up. I was struck with a memory of us doing this as teenagers, always scrambling to fuck whenever we had a moment alone. Racing against an imaginary clock before our parents got home, or before someone saw us in the back of his car in the school parking lot.

It was so much nicer as adults, able to take our time.

When Lucas came back from the bathroom, I was sitting on the couch, still totally nude except for the plate of cheese fries protecting my modesty in my lap. He was wearing his tight boxer-briefs, the navy fabric practically popping off his chiseled thighs.

“Um, excuse me?” he said. “Who said you could have some of my fries?”

“I offered you half my burger at dinner!”

“Which was extremely kind of you.” Lucas sank into the cushion next to me. “I, however, was not planning on sharing.”

“There’s alotof fries here, and I took the time to move them to a plate and reheat them while you were in the bathroom,” I said. “We’re splitting these, fifty-fifty.”

“Sixty-forty,” he countered, grabbing a fry. “I’m bigger than you, and therefore require more calories.”

“There’s a box of Girl Scout cookies in your pantry. Throw that in, and you’ve got a deal.”

“You’re still ruthless after sex, I see,” Lucas softly kissed my cheek.

“I’m just glad I didn’t have to point out that I paid for these fries,” I replied.

Lucas picked up another tangle of messy fries. “You would really pull that card on me? After all the orgasms I gave you?”

I nodded. “Sorry to impose on yourindependence. I know you hate that.”

Lucas’s lips curled into an evil smile, which was my only warning before he shoved the fries at my face, smearing chili all over my cheek and lips.

“What?” he asked. “I’m just helping you eat the fries you paid for.”

We play-fought for a few seconds, eventually reaching a truce before the plate could fall out of my lap.

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