Page 97 of Tempt

She meets me stroke for stroke, her soft moans making me imagine how long it would take to clear this desk so I can fuck her on it. The seventy-five-year-old professor emeritus with a hearing aid next door probably wouldn’t even notice.

The past two weeks have been amazing.

We’ve been hooking up whenever we have time and privacy.

In my bed while Andy’s at school.

In hers.

In the laundry room.

In the shower.

Except…it’s more than hooking up.

We’ve fallen into new routines. I never thought I’d change my ways but she makes me want to.

Weekends over pancakes. Late-night talks on the couch and the back porch. Driving to campus together after dropping Andy at school.

She’s fun and silly and smart and sexy. Everything I see, I want to see with her. I find myself texting her in the middle of the afternoon just to get her reaction. When I have a rough meeting, I want to call her just to hear her voice.

Kat’s the one to pull back first. “Andy has to make cupcakes for the bake sale tomorrow.”

“I suppose it’s bad form to buy them from the bakery.”

I drag my lips down her throat.

“Single dad card gets you a pass. But, I got all the ingredients to make them tonight. Plus some decorating stuff.”

I lift my head to meet her gaze. “You’re a saint.”

“If I was, I could turn water into LaCroix. We’re out and so is the grocery store.”

“But the Walgreens isn’t.” I hitch her knee up around my waist, stroking up her thigh. “I picked up a new case this morning. It’s in the truck.”

“God, I love it when you talk dirty,” she whispers. I’m ready to devour her when she presses a hand to my chest, holding me away. “So, what’s on your mind?”

I frown. “How do you know something is?”

Her head tilts and she levels me with an “it’s obvious” look.

Not sure when I became so obvious. Perhaps it’s only obvious to her.

I fill her in about the conference.

“Do you want to go?” she asks.

“The paper isn’t one I promised this year, so it wouldn’t directly help my case for tenure.”

“But do you want to?” She tugs lightly on my hair, which seems to be a favorite pastime of hers between mainlining LaCroix and watching reality TV.

I can’t help grinning. “Yeah, it would be fun.” I love seeing colleagues from around the world, talking about big ideas and what they’ve been working on. “I can’t leave Andy. I could bring him, except I can’t have him hanging out in lectures.”

An idea strikes. “What if I bring you, too?”

Her brows lift. “You want me to go on a trip with you.”

“I mean, it’s a thing nannies do.”

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