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And slightly curved.

This man could be a dildo model.

I start the condom at the tip and slowly roll it down, watching the rubber stretch around its girth.

“How do you want it, beautiful?” He asks.

“Any way you want to give it,” I reply.

In one swift movement, he climbs on top of me and moves my ankles onto his shoulders. He pushes the big head of his dick inside me. I’m still so wet that he slides in easily.

As I look up at this gorgeous man who is pounding me seven ways to Sunday, I can’t help but realize how surreal this whole thing seems.

In this moment, I’m not just a mom. I’m a woman—and a sexy one at that. Something like thirty-six hours from now, I’ll be back to thinking about math homework and bake sales.

So, I figure I’d better enjoy this to the absolute fullest.

Chapter Nine

Tanner

Withherchestheaving,Erin says, “Okay, if you are going to keep screwing my brains out, I’m going to need some food.”

“Same. And we are going to need more condoms.”

She looks at me and smiles. “You mean to tell me that you don’t have a never-ending supply in that wallet of yours?”

“Surprisingly, no. I will do a Postmates order for some.”

“A man who takes action. I like it.” She lets out the cutest little giggle. “Want to go downstairs while I make us something to eat?”

“Of course.”

I watch her get up and put on a t-shirt. My eyes stay glued to her ass until the cotton material covers it up. Then, I look away to find my boxers and slip them on.

Grabbing her for a quick kiss, I say, “Don’t get used to that shirt. You won’t be wearing it for long.”

She smiles at me. “Good. I hate this shirt.”

Before she walks out of the room, she turns back toward me. Her finger taps her lips as she thinks.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask you something.”

I brace myself for what she might say.

“I probably should have asked this last night before we got all sweaty and naked, but tequila makes me forget things. What is your last name?”

She’s adorable.

“Samson,” I tell her. “How about you?”

“Prescott.” She grins. “Okay, now we can go eat.”

Five minutes later, I’m watching Erin dig through her pantry and fridge. I like when she bends over, and I catch a glimpse of her pussy peeking between her legs.

Frazzled, she says, “Okay, I don’t have a ton to work with here. Most everything I have is something that’s on the list of my kids’ favorites. How do you feel about dino nuggets and mac and cheese?”

“Sounds just fine to me.”

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