Page 22 of Make Me Whole

“That was terrible!” I teased, trying to sound light. “Got another one?”

“Sure do. The broccoli took the beet out for a drink. Where did they go?”

I really tried to come up with the answer this time, but all I could think about was where I could take Skylar out for a drink. The pasta boiled over, reminding me just how fucked I was.

“Where?” I asked, taking the pot from the burner and draining it in the sink.

“The salad bar,” Aiden replied smugly.

I shook my head and laughed. “That was actually pretty clever.”

“Thank you. Thank you very much.” His Elvis impersonation was as lame as his jokes, but I loved it. I might be biased, but the kid was a comedian in the making.

I mixed the pasta with the Alfredo sauce and chicken and carried the food to the table. Aiden followed me, another joke already coming my way.

“Which friends should you take to dinner?”

Skylar,I immediately thought.Fuck. Stop thinking about her.

I shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Aiden groaned as he sat next to me. “You’re not even trying. It’s so easy, Dad.”

I tried to focus on the answer, but all my mind kept saying wasSkylar, Skylar, Skylar!I ordered my top head to take over the thinking from the lower one. It worked, and a moment later, the answer hit me.

“Your taste buds.” Aiden’s grinning lips pressed together in an unhappy frown. “Did I get that right?”

“Yes,” he grumped. “I shouldn’t have given you a chance.”

I laughed and asked for another joke. He gave me a hard one this time, and the night’s entertainment continued.

After our bellies were full and the kitchen was clean, Aiden and I played video games until bedtime, which helped pull my thoughts from that kiss. I was pretty beat, so instead of lingering in the living room with my scotch like I usually did, I walked my son to his room.

“Are we going to see Ella tomorrow, Dad?”

The question hit me like a punch in the gut, but I forced a smile. Saturday was one of two days I could avoid Skylar without an explanation, but the thought of disappointing my son was as uncomfortable as the prospect of spending a blue-balled day around her.

“Sure,” I said, sounding surer than I felt. I kissed the top of his head. “Don’t forget to brush your back teeth, okay?”

“Okay.” He hugged me and disappeared into his room.

Massaging my scalp, I walked to my bedroom. I tossed my T-shirt and joggers on the chair at the corner, brushed my teeth, and slipped into bed. In the darkness, I replayed the kiss with accurate details.

I remembered the taste of her mouth, the feel of her skin, the smell of her hair. The memory was so vivid I could feel her soft folds against the pads of my fingers and hear her soft moans. My cock hardened as my mind slid into sleep-land, her voice serving as my lullaby.

“Oh, fuck, this feels so good, Max.”

“Not good enough, baby,” I whispered against her lips as my fingers toyed with her clit. “But if you want me to, I’ll show you what good truly is.”

She sucked in a breath, the air passing from my mouth to hers. “I do. Show me how good you can make me feel. Make me forget there was ever anyone else. All I want is to be yours.”

I’d never taken Viagra, but I doubted any pill could make me harder than those words did.

Without wasting a second, I grabbed her by the ass, got up, and pivoted toward the desk. I sat her down at the edge and untied the bow that kept her wrap dress closed. I pushed the fabric away, revealing glorious lace-covered tits, a small waist, and rounded hips. I licked my lips and then kissed a line down her gorgeous body as I dropped to my knees in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.

I inched closer to that sweet little pussy and kissed the spot where her clit was, still hidden by that lace. With a smirk pressed to the sensitive spot, I looked up at her and deadpanned, “Right now, I’m just enjoying the scent of your pussy, but my plan is to make an entire meal out of it.”

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