passed since that night that I haven’t thought about you.”
The honesty in her statement caused something warm to bloom inside him.
“You know I’m probably old enough to be your father, don’t you?”
She sort of rolled her eyes. “I’m twenty-seven.”
Still young, but older than he’d thought she was.
“And you’re what? Forty-two, forty-three?” she asked.
He was tempted to just leave well enough alone.
“Forty-seven,” he corrected.
“My father was sixty-five when he died and almost as many years older than my mother as you are to me. That’s not a wide age gap where I come from.”
Was he really negotiating the terms of dating this girl? The prospect of it, and the wholly unexpected rush of hope he felt at the thought, made him smile.
“This isn’t strange to you?” he asked.
“As long as it’s not strange for you after the shit I’ve pulled the past few months.” She tried to come off as casual, but the shame she was feeling showed when she blushed again.
He set his coffee mug aside, took hers and put it next to his so he could pull her onto his lap, straddling him. “Our time, yours and mine, no one else’s, started the night you came in here naked and stuck your hand down my pants.” He smiled when the red in her cheeks went another two shades darker. “No sooner.”
Her hands come up to frame his face and she wrinkled her nose. “You’re not going to ask me to rewind to the holding hands and chaste good-night kisses part of dating, are you?”
He laughed. Hard.
“I’m okay with adding dinner and movies to what we’re already doing,” he assured her.
She slid her fingers into his hair, leaned in close for a kiss and whispered, “Good.”
About the Author
Jayne Kingston was born, raised, and has always lived in the Northwest Ohio area. Her job gives her lots of free time to let her imagination run wild—it’s boring, but she rather likes that freedom of thought—and unlimited access to paper so she can jot down ideas as they pop into her head. (Seriously, the office supply nerd in her loves that part.)
She’s an avid fan of erotic romance and erotica of all genres who’d been writing rather vanilla contemporary love stories for years. She hadn't thought to combine the two elements in her own writing until asking herself the question 'what would happen if she showed up and put her hand down his pants?' helped un-stick the rather boring plotline of a short story she wanted to write. She was off and running after that.
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