Page 57 of The Family Man

“Oh God no,” Zac groans. She and Nikhil rush over to the huge grey sofa leaving Zac and I standing in the kitchen.

He comes behind me and presses his length in my back.

“I want to bend you over and spank you for that. Maybe even deny an orgasm or two.” He nibbles the side of my neck. The feeling shoots from my neck, passing my breast straight to my girlie bits.

I look forward, making sure the kids are focused on the tv.

“You have a dirty mind, Mr. Sullivan.” I press back into him and he groans.

He bites my earlobe and I inhale because he’s making it difficult for me to not moan.

“It’s all about perspective. You say dirty mind, I say sexy imagination.” I hear him chuckle behind me.

“You guys, it’s about to start! Come on,” Poppy is clearly excited.

“Go sit, I need some minutes. I will bring the popcorn.”

“Popcorn, why do we—” Then I turn around only to see his cock is straining to come out of his pants.

“Popcorn it is.” I leave him there in his aroused state as I walk to the sofa. I sit on the end and Nikhil comes closer to me and leans into my side.

I instantly wrap my arms around him.

Zac comes with the popcorn. We both look at each other like we know what’s about to happen once they go to bed.

Zac takes the other end of the sofa and Poppy crawls into his lap.

“Do you like Elsa or Anna, Sage?” Poppy asks like it’s a serious Disney debate.

“I like Olaf.” She and Nikhil giggle.

“Nikhil likes Olaf too!”

“See, Nik, great minds.”

The Disney logo appears, and within some minutes, Poppy and Nikhil are out for the night.

“Give me a minute. Let me just put them to bed,” Zac says.

“I can help.”

“Okay, let me take Nik from you, and you take Poppy.”

We carry them upstairs and tuck them in. I don’t want to feel this. This attachment. I want to leave at that moment.

As we walk back down the stairs it takes all of my control not to pick up my stuff and run. But what was I running from? A family? A man who likes me?

No, heartbreak, if he decides that he doesn’t want to do this anymore.

We walk into the kitchen to collect my stuff as I’m about to pick up my stuff, Zac pulls me towards him.

He says nothing. His grip is firm as he pulls me past the doors of the kitchen and down the hall.

The clean scent of linen and bleach assaults my nose. He closes the door, and we are in total darkness.

“Can you please put on a light?” I ask.

“No.”

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