is on there and my home number is on the back. I really want to take you and Jack ice skating tomorrow, but I'll understand if you don't want to go.”
“I want to go. I really want to spend some time with Jack and you together.”
“Then call me in the morning and tell me where and what time to pick you up.” He smiled at her, relieved.
She glanced at the card and smiled back. “I'll give you a call in the morning then. I promise to wear something warm this time.” She glanced down at her dress and gave a sheepish grin.
He looked at the dress and almost drooled. She was sexy as hell in that red mini dress. The fact that she was as bare as the day she was born underneath wasn't lost on him either. Everything about her intrigued him.
“Please put on something a lot more insulating.” Maybe a bunch of bulky long handles would keep his mind off of her body. He didn't need to be distracted by her with Jack.
Her pussy was so wet; it practically dripped with her delicious juices, just for him. His dick couldn't get any harder. It looked like another rub off in the shower. Hanging around her just about guaranteed him to be the cleanest man in Chicago. He didn't see how the woman had remained single for so long. Either she hadn't wanted to commit or some man was a fucking idiot.
He hopped out of the truck as soon as his brain started functioning again to help her out of the truck and into her car.
She rolled down her window. “I had a nice time tonight.”
He almost laughed at that. He knew the last fifteen minutes of her time had been a real low point, but he just nodded. “I had a nice time too, and I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I have to get going. My babysitter only works till eleven.” He leaned down and kissed her quickly so he didn't get lost in her again. She was like a drug to him. It was easy to get caught up in her.
She shivered in the cold of her car. “Roll up the window and get that heat going sweetheart, before you freeze to death.” He backed away as the window was going up. She waved and drove off. He watched her taillights fade into the night, hopped back in his truck and headed home to Jack.
“Dad, can I have ice cream for breakfast?” A sleepy faced Jack came around the corner into the kitchen.
“Absolutely not. You may have cereal or eggs. What's it going to be, buddy?”
Aw, Dad. I don't want to eat eggs and cereal. I want ice cream. Please?” He stomped his foot and pouted.
“I said no.” Derek put his hands on his hips and stared sternly down at his son.
“And I said please.” He crossed his little arms over his chest.
“Jack, if you keep that up, you're not gonna get to go ice skating with Miss Lissa.”
“Miss Lissa? Who is that?” he blinked up at his dad and scrunched his nose.
“The lady I went on a date with. Remember?”
“Oh yeah, I member. Did you kiss her?” He smiled up at his dad.
“Yes, I did. And that's all you're going to hear. Now what do you want for breakfast?” Good grief, here we go with the twenty embarrassing questions. Jack wouldn't leave it alone.
“Like the French people do?”
“Jack, I'm not discussing this with you.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“But, Dad, I want her to be my new mom. I really liked her. She's pretty.” Jack sat down at the table and swung his legs in the chair. His Superman pajama with footies made a scraping sound as the tips grazed the floor.
He sighed frustrated. “Jack for the last time, what do you want for breakfast?”
“I guess cereal.” He scrunched his nose.
“Cereal, it is.” He walked to the pantry pulled out the box and headed for the cabinet with bowls. After pulling down a bowl, he went to the fridge and grabbed the milk. Fixing Jack his breakfast was a welcome relief from the conversation that wasn't over.
“What are we doing with Miss Lissa?” He looked up at his dad with childish enthusiasm.
Now that was a question he could answer. “We're going ice skating.” He sat
“I want to go. I really want to spend some time with Jack and you together.”
“Then call me in the morning and tell me where and what time to pick you up.” He smiled at her, relieved.
She glanced at the card and smiled back. “I'll give you a call in the morning then. I promise to wear something warm this time.” She glanced down at her dress and gave a sheepish grin.
He looked at the dress and almost drooled. She was sexy as hell in that red mini dress. The fact that she was as bare as the day she was born underneath wasn't lost on him either. Everything about her intrigued him.
“Please put on something a lot more insulating.” Maybe a bunch of bulky long handles would keep his mind off of her body. He didn't need to be distracted by her with Jack.
Her pussy was so wet; it practically dripped with her delicious juices, just for him. His dick couldn't get any harder. It looked like another rub off in the shower. Hanging around her just about guaranteed him to be the cleanest man in Chicago. He didn't see how the woman had remained single for so long. Either she hadn't wanted to commit or some man was a fucking idiot.
He hopped out of the truck as soon as his brain started functioning again to help her out of the truck and into her car.
She rolled down her window. “I had a nice time tonight.”
He almost laughed at that. He knew the last fifteen minutes of her time had been a real low point, but he just nodded. “I had a nice time too, and I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I have to get going. My babysitter only works till eleven.” He leaned down and kissed her quickly so he didn't get lost in her again. She was like a drug to him. It was easy to get caught up in her.
She shivered in the cold of her car. “Roll up the window and get that heat going sweetheart, before you freeze to death.” He backed away as the window was going up. She waved and drove off. He watched her taillights fade into the night, hopped back in his truck and headed home to Jack.
“Dad, can I have ice cream for breakfast?” A sleepy faced Jack came around the corner into the kitchen.
“Absolutely not. You may have cereal or eggs. What's it going to be, buddy?”
Aw, Dad. I don't want to eat eggs and cereal. I want ice cream. Please?” He stomped his foot and pouted.
“I said no.” Derek put his hands on his hips and stared sternly down at his son.
“And I said please.” He crossed his little arms over his chest.
“Jack, if you keep that up, you're not gonna get to go ice skating with Miss Lissa.”
“Miss Lissa? Who is that?” he blinked up at his dad and scrunched his nose.
“The lady I went on a date with. Remember?”
“Oh yeah, I member. Did you kiss her?” He smiled up at his dad.
“Yes, I did. And that's all you're going to hear. Now what do you want for breakfast?” Good grief, here we go with the twenty embarrassing questions. Jack wouldn't leave it alone.
“Like the French people do?”
“Jack, I'm not discussing this with you.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“But, Dad, I want her to be my new mom. I really liked her. She's pretty.” Jack sat down at the table and swung his legs in the chair. His Superman pajama with footies made a scraping sound as the tips grazed the floor.
He sighed frustrated. “Jack for the last time, what do you want for breakfast?”
“I guess cereal.” He scrunched his nose.
“Cereal, it is.” He walked to the pantry pulled out the box and headed for the cabinet with bowls. After pulling down a bowl, he went to the fridge and grabbed the milk. Fixing Jack his breakfast was a welcome relief from the conversation that wasn't over.
“What are we doing with Miss Lissa?” He looked up at his dad with childish enthusiasm.
Now that was a question he could answer. “We're going ice skating.” He sat
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