Page 13 of The Single Dad

I nod, warming up to the topic. I love talking about my job. “Grade school and kindergarten. Best job ever.”

He slurps up a noodle. “Why did you stop?”

I exchange a glance with Adrian, who’s watching me closely because maybe he, too, wants to hear my answer. I never told myparents or Peter. I told them I was quitting and coming home. That’s it.

“Because I needed a break,” I say, sobering a little but finally relieved to let it out. “Teaching is the best, and it’s very rewarding, but also takes a lot from me. I wanted to breathe for a little while before going back.”

His little face scrunches. “Are you gonna be a teacher again?”

I smile. “Absolutely.”

“Good.” He stabs a meatball from Adrian’s plate. “We need fun teachers, just like you.”

I press a hand to my heart, swallowing past the lump in my throat, surprised at the warmth I feel. “That might be the highest compliment I’ve ever received.”

He nods. “My kindergarten teacher was so strict. She always told me to sit still.”

I gasp. “Sit still? The horror! I would never.”

He grins, and it’s always when he does that that I see he’s a spitting image of his father. “I know! She also said I couldn’t bring inside the worm I found by the playground.”

“No way!”

“I named him Burt, but I returned him outside, and when I came back after school, he was gone.”

Adrian interjects, “Maybe he turned into a butterfly.”

Thomas stares at Adrian, his face full of disbelief and disappointment, and shakes his head. “Dad, Burt’s a worm, not a caterpillar.”

I swallow back a laugh and continue watching them. Adrian looks torn between confusion about the difference between a worm and a caterpillar and amusement at the way his five-year-old son just corrected him in public, with zero hesitation, too.

It’s a beautiful thing to witness, Adrian becoming who he is.

I’ve always known Adrian would grow up to be a good man, but watching how he is as a father, the patience, love, and pride in his eyes? I’m falling dangerously deeper for him.

And honestly, I don’t mind at all. It’s a welcome feeling. He was and will always be the love of my life.

5

ADRIAN

Noelle promised she’d prove how hot she was for me, and filthy thoughts haven’t left my mind ever since. The moment we closed Tomtom’s door, we were all over each other.

Throughout the day, she kept teasing me, brushing her tits against my arm, grazing my crotch with the back of her hand, pretending to whisper when she’s really nipping my earlobe. It drove me crazy.

So now I come to collect.

I sweep her into my arms, my tongue invading her mouth. I know this house inside and out, so I can navigate it with my eyes closed, something that didn’t come in useful until now.

When we get into the bedroom, I kick the door closed and toss her onto the mattress.

Noelle laughs softly but gasps when I wrap a hand around her neck and pull her to me for another kiss. It’s deep, hungry, and full of promise of what I’m about to do to her. I swallow everymoan, but then she breaks the kiss. With a sultry look, she unfastens my jeans and grabs my cock in record time.

Jesus Christ.

“God, you’re so big, Adrian.”

“Fits you perfectly, though.”

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