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I hold out my hand to him. “Hi, Nick. It’s good to see you again.”
He takes my hand and shakes it firmly but tenderly. I want to pull him into me and kiss him, but both kids are carefully observing us, so I settle for his hand.
“Thanks for having me for dinner. I don’t often get a home-cooked meal, so this is a big deal for me.”
He winks at me as the kids head toward the kitchen. As soon as they aren’t in front of us, he whispers, “I’ve missed you.”
I stare longingly at him as he passes by me, not giving me a chance to respond. I say a small prayer that the night isn’t a disaster.
“Want a tour?” Kale asks him.
“I’d love one,” he responds.
I listen as Kale explains each room and what we do in it. “This is where we eat… This is where we watch TV… This is where we use the bathroom…”
As we walk down the hall, Nick pauses at the collage of pictures on the wall. Kale stops to explain. “I was like two months old there. Right?” he asks, turning to me. I take a step forward to examine the picture he’s referring to.
“Yep. That’s Kale and me, and this one is Marlow when she was first born.”
“I can’t see!” she shouts from behind us, jumping. Nick lifts her, and she tosses her arms around his neck adoringly. I think she might have a crush on him too. I don’t blame her. He’s strong, handsome, and attentive.
“That’s you?” he questions her, and she nods.
“You were such a little peanut! Is that a baby Roscoe?”
“Yep. He’s super tiny and just a puppy,” Marlow declares. Nick pauses on a picture of me from high school.
“That’s my mom,” Kale says as he points to it. He peers at me as he says, “Wasn’t she pretty?”
Nick smiles. “Yes she was. She still is.”
I bow my head shyly but not before I see Kale smile appreciatively. My heart skips a beat in hope.
“Come see my room,” Kale demands as he pulls on his hand.
“No! Mine first!” Marlow commands as she tightens her grip on him.
Nick tosses her over his shoulder and she squeals in delight. He holds her hands in place around his neck as she crosses her legs around his waist. “Kale, then you!” he says as he moves her. She’s so thrilled with her new position and how he bounces her as Kale leads the way to his room, she doesn’t complain.
Kale points out his karate ribbons and Nick listens in interest, asking questions about how long he’s been doing it and how often he practices. Kale eats up the attention and gets more and more animated as he describes his moves to Nick. Nick laughs genuinely and tries to mimic him with Marlow on his back, and she laughs as he jostles her around.
I’m in awe of him. Watching the ease with which he interacts with my children makes me fall in love with him even more.
After spending some time in Marlow’s room, we skip past the open door of my bedroom, and Nick peeks his head in and raises his eyebrows seductively to me. I bite my lip at the ideaof having him in my bed. I force my thoughts back to dinner as we travel down the stairs and Kale and Marlow lead Nick outside for soccer while I check on my chicken.
I watch him through the kitchen window as he juggles and dribbles the ball around him. The kids laugh and clap as he shows off his ridiculous handling skills. Then he slows down and teaches them how to do a basic move. He’s beautiful, talented, and in love with me. I shake my head at the schoolgirl, head-over-heels feeling he creates inside me. How can he be here in my life again?
After dinner, Nick insists on helping with the dishes. The kids run back outside for the final moments of light to practice the new moves he taught them. As I stand at the sink, he slides up and presses himself into me from behind. We stare out the window at the kids, making sure they don’t see us. The minute his body touches mine, I erupt into shivers as if small currents are passing through every cell of my being.
He rubs his dick into my ass and I almost pass out. I push back eagerly and he moans into my ear as he kisses the back of my neck.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
“I know,” I respond confidently and he gasps.
“Finally accepting a compliment? God, that’s hot!”
“I want to stick my tongue down your throat,” I whisper back.
