Page 101 of The Overtime Kiss
We reach his home, and he lets go of my leg to open the garage. “We never said we couldn’t do…” As soon as he parks the car and cuts the engine, he grabs my face and says, “this,” before he pulls me in for a hot, searing kiss.
My brain pops. My senses fry. And I melt in the car. Then I heat up when he tugs on my lower lip with a growl.
He kisses me harder, recklessly, the kind of quick make-out in the front seat that feels like it could lead to more.
But even as he kisses me like I’m his new guilty pleasure, I can feel his restraint too. It’s in his arms, his muscles coiled. It’s in his stance—close but not too close. And it’s in the clock, ticking in my mind.
The kids will be home soon.
Elle will be dropping them off.
I don’t want to be a disheveled mess in front of her.
But I also really want this man to kiss me some more. So I grab his face, running my fingers through his beard, and I turn the table, kissing him hungrily. Then I can barely take the distance between us, so I take my chances, swiftly moving into his lap.
Then I smile at him. “We’re not having sex.”
“So we’re not breaking our schedule,” he replies as he curls his big hands over my ass and grinds me up and down.
I glance back at the clock.
They’ll be home soon.
Any minute, really.
I should stop.
But I keep rubbing myself on him, and he keeps working me up and down on his dick, his breathing growing more staggered with every passing thrust.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out. “This is hard to stick to.”
“I know,” I breathe out.
And I’m nearly ready to throw in the towel this early. I dip my face closer, seeking out a hot, messy kiss that’ll blow my mind, but instead…he grips me tighter—then gently moves me off him, setting me back in my seat with a clear intention.
“I’m sorry, but I need to get a grip because all I want right now is to fuck all that sass right out of you,” he says. “And I also do not want to answer the door with a raging boner, so I’d better go inside and think about…I don’t know, kittens orFrozentunes.”
A laugh bursts from me at the image of this man trying to hide the flagpole in his pants, but inside I'm dying. The ache between my legs won’t abate, and my whole body is screaming at me to climb back onto him.
“I can answer it,” I offer, grateful to be helpful again. To play Super Nanny. “I can hide my lady boner.”
And now it’s Tyler’s turn to crack up. “Would you do that for me? I don’t think I can deflate that quickly.”
Is it weird that I love that he’s asked me to help on this count? If it’s weird, I don’t want to be normal.
Less than four minutes later, I’ve smoothed out my hair, dusted powder against my flushed cheeks, and I’m swinging open the door, pushing our sex schedule out of my head as fast as I can.
“Sabrina!” Luna shouts. “Mom took us to the wildlife sanctuary in Darling Springs. They had foxes. Foxes! Like on your bag! There was a fox who was injured, and he can’t live in the wild anymore, so the sanctuary helps him. And we learned that foxes eat rabbits and birds and stuff, but they eat berries and fruit too—like us,” she says, without taking a breath.
And wow. “That’s a whole lot of fox facts,” I say.
“Don’t forget they can see in the dark. They have a layer in their eyes…what’s it called, Mom?” Parker asks, turning back to Elle in the doorway.
“Thetapetum lucidum,” she says. “It reflects light back through the eye.”
“You should be a vet, Mom. That’d be cooler than a doctor,” Luna says, skipping inside and dropping her bag.
“No problem. I’ll just see if I can switch from treating humans to animals,” Elle deadpans as the kids rush past me toward—I presume—the kitchen.
