Page 85 of DadBod

Grinding myself against him, his mouth does magical things to my boobs. That is until he says the four most heinous words in the dictionary. “We need to stop.”

“Huh?” Fuck a duck. I was close to having the orgasm of the century. So. Damn. Close.

“The kids are home alone, Elizabeth.”

“Oh.” I slide off his lap and nearly fall. I scamper around, looking for my bra and shirt. When I spot them, I pick them up and run to the bathroom. Why didn’t I just get dressed in front of him?

I know the answer. I was embarrassed. I practically threw myself at him. Like I said, I was exhibiting hussy-like behavior. Which I don’t have a problem with, for other people. For me, though… no.

I’m out of the bathroom in less than a minute. Rome’s still sitting on the bed. “We should talk.”

“No.” I shake my head. “We need to get back. We can talk tonight.”

Rome gives me a sweet smile as he nods his agreement. I search for my purse as he beats me to the door. Holding it open for me, I step through. When he follows, I lock up, and we’re down the steps to his car without another word spoken. What is there to say?