Page 86 of DadBod
ROME
I had to stop us.If not, I would have wanted to spend the entire day in her bed learning every curve and nuance to that body of hers. It got hot and heavy fast. I was rather startled by her. Her assertiveness––removing her shirt and bra was a surprise. A very pleasant surprise.
She was beautiful, but I knew she would be. Her perfect breasts, ones that fit my hands like gloves. Her nipples were dark pink, and the taste. Jesus. The taste of her skin is remarkable. Sweet like honey. Thinking about it now makes my dick throb in my pants, which is a constant issue with me lately. Whenever I’m near her, my cock is on high alert.
“What do you think about Hamilton?”
“Hamilton?”
“You know, taking Ryann and Calvin. You said you ‘knew a guy.’” She said the last part in a husky voice. I suppose that was me she was mimicking.
That show is coming to town next month. I’ve been mentally preparing for the onslaught of customers because that show is going to draw large crowds. “We’re going to be swamped at the restaurant.”
“You can take a couple of hours to see a show. The place won’t fall apart.” She snickers. “Anyway. Don’t they usually have a Sunday afternoon show? We won’t be that busy.”
They do. “A matinee.” I know another meaning to that word, and my cock twitches thinking about me and Elizabeth….
“I’ll check with the kids. See if they’d like that.” I glance over at her. “You could come along.”
“No.” I look down and see her hands twisting and twirling in her lap. I’ve seen her do that before. She’s nervous? “That should be something you do with them. Just them and you.”
I get her point. The kids and I need more one-on-one time. She’s right.
“Besides, I work on Sundays.”
“You could take a day off. I know a guy who could make that happen for you.” I smirk at my little bit of humor.
“I can’t.”
I wait for more, but she doesn’t provide it. I’m about to ask her why that is, when we arrive at my home. Pressing the garage door button, I drive in carefully. Now that we’ve got a second car, I can’t take up the space I once did. Which reminds me. “You gonna be ready for your test tomorrow?”
Elizabeth mumbles something. Turning to face me, she gives me her Mona Lisa smile. “Sure. Of course.”
“You need help studying?”
Arching a brow, she’s got a response I didn’t expect. “You said you were going to help me study the other night, but that never happened.”
“I’ll help you tonight.”
Mumbling again. I ask, “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Elizabeth. Tell me what you said.”
Sighing, she turns her body. “It sounds like we’ve got a lot of things to talk about tonight.”
Right. We’re going to talk about what the hell we’re doing. “We do.”
“Dad.” I look up at Calvin standing in the doorway to the garage. “You coming inside or what?”
Elizabeth giggles at my kid.
“Yep.”
“You should ask them about Hamilton.”
“I will.” But before I get the chance, Elizabeth does it for me.