Page 54 of The Single Dad's Guide to Recreation

Words aside, she’s not shy about finding her own pleasure, so when her fingers dip to her pussy, I egg her on. “I want to feel you come around me. Tell me what else you want.”

“Your mouth on my breasts,” she says, leaning over my torso.

My hands gather the soft globes, pushing them together so I can nuzzle between them before licking my way to one nipple while gently pinching the other.

“Harder,” she says, her voice breathy, her cunt gripping me, engulfing me in sensation. As my cock drives into her wet warmth, she moans and gasps and mumbles half words and, finally, my name as another orgasm rocks through her.

Needing more friction, to be deeper inside, I flip us so I’m on top. Before entering again, I push her knees to the side, so she’s spread wide for me. Just as I’m about to ask if she’s okay, she reaches for my ass to pull me closer, moaning, “Yes.”

And then I’m lost, unable to tell where she begins and I end or where the sounds of pleasure are coming from. I try to hang on to the feeling as long as I can, teetering on the edge. Wanting this to last forever as much as I want the release.

When climax comes, it’s the sweetest reward.

The last thing I want to do is leave this extremely comfortable bed, especially because the sexiest woman I’ve ever been naked with is sharing it with me. But when a notification sounds from both of our phones, Avery rolls out of the nest. When I groan, she also holds out a hand to me. “We can always sneak out, but we have to at least show our faces.”

Brushing wisps of her golden locks away from her face and cupping her cheeks, I lean in for what I truly intend to be a chaste kiss, but before I know it, my hands are roaming and my erection is back.

Until a very loud stomach growl echoes between us. “Was that me or you?”

She laughs, leaning away. “I don’t know, but I do know there’s food at tonight’s meeting.”

“I guess I could also use sustenance.”

After patting me on the chest, she takes a step back and wags a finger at me. “No more touching, or we’ll never get out of here.”

“Fine.”

After showering separately, we golf cart it to the dining hall where we’re handed branded notebooks, an agenda, and a themed cocktail called Patio Season, a blend of Aperol, nocino, and sparkling wine. “Looks like we’ve got mingling time followed by the keynote and dinner,” Avery says. “But I don’t see our Irish friend.”

I frown. “There’s a brainstorming session after dinner.”

Avery pats me on the arm. “Don’t worry, we’ve got the whole weekend.” Going up on tiptoes, she whispers in my ear, “Two whole nights. One cabin. One bed.”

I should be networking, but I just end up following Avery around. She manages to make three new buddies over cocktails, and more at our assigned table for dinner. Jealousy curls through me, not wanting to share her with these strangers, but she looks so happy, so in her element, that I tamp it down. As she said, we’ve got two full nights together.

Keynote speakers at this kind of thing are rarely worth paying attention to. In my experience, it’s either someone trying to sell you on something or an aging corporate leader who lost relevance years ago. I’m prepared to zone out and savor Avery’s presence next to me, even if I can’t pull her into my lap like I want, but the speaker’s words eventually make it through the fog of lust.

“The dangers of a publicly owned and operated organization becoming dependent on a single privately-owned entity cannot be underestimated or ignored. Because private companies are subject to changes in leadership or corporate organization, even failure, public institutions cannot rely on a single private benefactor for support.”

I’m wishing Eli were present, even as I note that it’s probably a good thing that CPR seeks other funding sources.

When he talks about the benefits of collaboration and mentions social and environmental performance, I jot down a few notes. We’ve floated the idea of using the design of Trede’s campus as part of a B-corp application. Perhaps a community partnership can be another piece of that puzzle.

He pauses meaningfully before wrapping up. “This kind of relationship should not be entered into without careful thought and planning. Plans should establish clear boundaries, build on a foundation of trust and shared goals, while maintaining openness to new possibilities.”

I glance over at Avery, wondering if she’s getting the same message I am. That we might learn some things about how to avoid pitfalls for our personal relationship here too. But before I can ask, she’s off to the powder room with a few other women, telling me that she’ll meet me in our small group session.

The session is specifically geared toward first-time PPP participants, and its leader—a tall woman with chestnut brown skin and a kind smile—encourages us to bring up anything we’re concerned about. “What you’re going through or worried about may be just what another person needs to hear,” Regina Lowell says, her deep voice a balance of command and compassion.

After a few members of the group make comments, Avery raises her hand. As she did with the other individuals, Regina asks her to introduce herself and any colleagues present and to give the group a brief rundown of the project.

Avery does as asked, but when she’s prompted to share her concerns, she side-eyes me before speaking. “There is an issue I’ve been avoiding.”

“I’d love to facilitate this discussion, if you’re willing,” Regina says.

It takes me a moment to realize that she’s talking to me. “Um, sure. Of course.”

At Regina’s urging, Avery continues. “We’re collaborating on a reorganization at our rec center, and one of the programs I run is on the chopping block.”

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