Page 83 of Time for Change

Giving him a cheeky grin, I reply, “I’m glad you like it.” I lean forward, curling against his chest, my arms around his neck.

He wraps his arms around my back and holds me close. “I can’t wait for it to heal. I’m going to have my mouth on it twenty-four seven.”

“That’ll make it interesting at work.” I sigh. “You know, maybe you should consider a piercing,” I suggest, even though I know exactly where this conversation will lead.

“Yeah? I should get one of my nipples pierced?” I can hear the humor in his voice.

I shake my head and wait for realization to set in. When he doesn’t reply right away, I sit up so I can see his face.

His eyes narrow. “Uhh, I’ve recently become a huge fan of body piercings, but I’m not sure I’m the one I want to see them on.”

I run my fingers through his hair. “Too bad.”

He continues to watch me. “I’m thirty years old, Sweets. I’m not sure a dick piercing is in the cards for me.”

I shrug. “BJ said Isaac was in his late thirties.”

I almost laugh when his eyes practically bug out of his head. “Seriously?”

Shrugging, I pull the blanket tighter around us and snuggle in close once more. “I mean, I don’t want to think about it every time I see him, but apparently, the straitlaced accountant likes to get a little freaky with my sister.”

He groans. “I need to forget you ever said that.”

“Good luck,” I singsong, enjoying the teasing banter we share.

“Oh, there’s one thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What’s that?” I ask through a yawn.

“The kids and I want to invite you to dinner Saturday night.”

It takes a few seconds for his words to really sink in, but when they do, I almost fly off his lap. “What?”

He shrugs, readjusting the blanket around me. “I had a conversation with them after we got home from the birthday party. I told them you and I were friends and I’d love for us all to spend time together.”

My brain is spinning like a top. “What happened to…you know…waiting?”

He shrugs casually, as if it’s no big deal. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other a handful of weeks, but, honestly, Stevie, this just feels right.”

My jaw hangs open, probably in the most unladylike fashion, but I can’t seem to close it. After what feels like minutes, I finally ask, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Do you want to meet my kids on a more personal level? Because if you’re not ready, we don’t have to.” He brushes hair off my forehead and lets the pads of his fingers linger against my skin.

“I…” I stop, working through the onslaught of emotions. The fact he wants to introduce me to his kids is a huge deal, and not just for me. For him too. He’s been very open and honest the entire time, letting me know they come first, and it may be a while before he’s ready to officially mix his life with them and his with me. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he asks, the corner of his mouth curling up in a sexy little smirk. “As in yes, Jack, I want to have dinner with you and your kids this Saturday night?”

“Yes, Jack, I want to have dinner with you and your kids this Saturday night,” I parrot with my own grin.

He pulls me down and meets my mouth with his. This kiss is fiery and gets my blood flowing once more. Despite having an amazing orgasm just minutes ago, I can already feel my desire for him stirring to life.

“Come on,” he mutters, ending the kiss and helping me stand up.

My legs are a little shaky as he takes my hand and practically drags me through the living room. “Where are we going?” I ask, giggling at the urgency in his motions.

“To the shower.” He stops in the middle of the stairs and pulls me against his body. He runs his hands up and down my arms as he whispers, “I’ve gotten you all dirty. Now it’s time to help clean you up.”

My nipples harden. “So we can get dirty again?”

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