After I find the game on TV, I collect the ice cream and two spoons, drop down next to Tori on the couch, and hand her a spoon. “Chocolate Cherry Garcia or Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough?”
“Chocolate Cherry, please.”
“Here ya go, m’lady.”
I adjust the volume on my flatscreen and settle in. I’m about to pat myself on the back for getting her to relax when she moans, and my dick sits up and takes notice.
Reflexively, I turn toward her and immediately wish I hadn’t.
The look on her face is pure ecstasy. Her eyes are closed as she wraps her lips around the spoon and moans. Again.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Fuck.
Reaching down, I yank my jeans at the knees to make more room and stretch the hem of my t-shirt out before I strategically place the ice cream over my erection.
What the fuck?I glare down at my lap, wondering how the hell I’m sporting spontaneous wood when I’ve barely noticed a woman in the last two years, much less popped a boner around one like a horny teenager.
“This,” she mumbles around a bite, “is sooo good. Thank you.”
“Welcome.” I muster a grunt.
We eat in silence while the Cubs get their asses kicked.C’mon, guys.
The tension in my shoulders finally starts to ease, which is when I remember the phone call this afternoon.
“I heard from the babysitting agency this afternoon.”
“Oh?” She stills next to me.
“They told me I was shit outta luck. That no one wants to come out this far, but they’ll keep me posted if something changes.”
“They did not say you were ‘shit outta luck.’” She makes this little sound in the back of her throat.
Laughing, I shrug. “No, but you get the gist.” I look over at her hesitantly. “So what do you say? Think you could stay on longer? I know we initially said we’d start with two weeks to see how things went, but I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you right now.”
Her eyes soften, and she gazes into her ice cream like it holds all the answers.Please say yes.
“I might have someone interested in subletting my place, so… maybe?”
“Maybe is better than no, so I’ll take maybe. What if I promise unlimited Ben & Jerry’s?”
She gives me a shy smile. “Giving me the hard sell, huh?”
I try not to think about all the hard things I’d love to give her. “Just keep me posted about your apartment situation. I’d hate to lose you.”
See, I can keep things professional.
The room quiets as we return to the baseball game. She keeps making those eager noises as she eats her ice cream. I can’t decide if giving her Ben & Jerry’s is the best idea I’ve ever had or the worst as I try to ignore how much those sounds remind me of sex.
Christ.Maybe I do need to get out more, but I’d rather endure my mother’s henpecking knitting circle than go on a blind date.
A few minutes later, Tori closes up the pint and relaxes back. “I practically ate the whole thing. Guess I didn’t realize I was that hungry.”
“What’d you eat for dinner?” I know she mademebrisket, but what did she eat?
She shrugs and doesn’t answer.
