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But I don’t want a quickie with Jules. I want to worship this woman all night.
“Are you drunk, baby?” I groan against her lips as she grinds against me. I slide a hand under her skirt, gripping her thigh. I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips into her.
She’s driving me wild, riding me.
I need to slow this down, make it last, but I don’t know if I can. But I also don’t want to be that guy to take advantage of a woman when she’s not fully aware of what she’s doing.
She pulls back, meeting my gaze. “Enough to feel good, but not enough to think this will be a mistake tomorrow.”
Fuck yes.
“Cal? Is that you?” Rosie’s voice echoes through the alley.
A bucket of ice water couldn’t have been more effective.
“Yep. I’m back.”
Jules tumbles off my lap at the clatter of shoes on the stairs and I immediately miss the weight of her
Rosie descends, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Okay, I don’t mean to rush out. But I’ve got to get going now, or I’ll miss curfew. Mom says if I get a ticket, then I’ll lose my car. And Mac watches my Life 360 like a hawk and micromanages me if I go even slightly over the speed limit. I don’t want to rush.”
“Sure thing,” I say. Wishing I’d had another five minutes alone with Jules. “Thanks for babysitting tonight.”
I shove off the bike, trying to adjust myself so this teenager doesn’t get an eyeful. “Head on upstairs,” I call over my shoulder to Jules. “I’m gonna walk Rosie out to her truck.”
Rosie babbles the whole way to her car, but I’m only halfway paying attention while she gives me a rundown of how the night went. I try to stay present, but my mind is on that kiss and the way Jules felt riding me. An eternity later,I’m taking the stairs double time, ready to touch and so fucking ready to taste.
I have zero chill when it comes to this woman. Maybe she’ll be naked, spread out like an offering.
Instead, I find a fully clothed Jules passed out on the bed.
Guess it was a good thing we didn’t take it any further after all. My throbbing cock disagrees as I drink my fill of the view before me.
She’s beautiful laying there sprawled out like she flopped back and didn’t have the wherewithal to get both feet off the floor. She’s so exhausted there are purple smudges under her eyes. We’ve both been burning the candle at both ends, trying to make parenting work, finish her shop, and keep all the balls of life in the air.
I owe her the world for saving my ass where Charlie is concerned. Waiting another night to make her mine won’t make a difference.
With a sigh, I cover her with the blanket at the foot of the bed and make a quiet exit. I have to get out of this room before the temptation of her becomes too much.
Charlie is snuggled up with her foxy and sleeping peacefully when I check in on her. The sight of my two girls sleeping so soundly makes my chest ache. I want so much for this to be every night. Wandering around my apartment, with two sleeping beauties tucked safely asleep.
Chapter 21
Jules
The room falls silent as Cal leaves. Though he’s trying to be quiet, his footfalls throughout the apartment might as well be grenades for the effect they are having on my anxiety. Knowing him, he’s probably double-checking the doors, checking in on Charlie. I burrow into the blanket he covered me with while I was pretending to be knocked out, equal parts ashamed and mad at myself.
The buzz I had at the bar is long gone. Evaporated on a haze of hormonal overload and poor decisions.
He deserves so much better than this. So much better than an overly emotional middle-aged woman who freaked right the fuck out at the thought of getting naked with a younger man.
I hold my breath as he passes through the bedroom into the bath. Even as the water in the shower turns on, I’m still shallow breathing.
Shallow. That’s exactly it.
I’m shallow. What happened to the woman who was in charge enough to climb into his lap—to grope him on that motorcycle ride.
The sounds of him disrobing shouldn’t be so incredibly loud, but I can almost imagine his shirt whipping over his head, the clink of his belt as his jeans hit the floor, and then a fainter, barely audible swish of fabric, like maybe his underwear sliding down his legs.
