I’m self-conscious because I’ve been in stockings all day, because I haven’t showered since this morning and because my daughter could walk into the house at any given time.
But the door is locked.
And this feels so freaking good.
“Relax,” he says, his mouth hovering just above my skin. “You taste delicious.”
He is a master with his tongue. And very, very good at his job.
I come in three minutes. I come quietly, without screaming, since I don’t want Sophie to hear and come running. Shade watches my face as I come and I see satisfaction on his. When I am done convulsing (which takes approximately another thirty seconds), he slides me off the washer and against him.
His penis is hard and the velvety tip is pushed against me. I gulp.
He covers my mouth with his and I can taste myself there.
Holy cow. I’m such a freaking vixen, I think. Or maybe I’m just a freak. Either way, there is freakiness involved.
He pulls away. “Did you taste yourself?” I nod.
“You taste so f**king good,” he tells me. “I’d like to f**k you now. But I won’t. Because now, I’m going to be Colby and I’m going to go coach your daughter. But if you decide that you still require my services, you can call and make an appointment and I’ll finish this. Alright?”
I nod. “Alright.”
“Also, just so you know, you don’t look nearly old enough to have a teenage daughter. You’re gorgeous.”
He pulls his swim trunks back on and he’s gone before I know it.
I am utterly relaxed now, both by his compliment and his…um…services.
I lean against the dryer, trying to still my breathing for a second before I pull back on my skirt. I toss my stockings in the dirty clothes and smooth my hair down before I make my way out to the pool to watch the rest of Sophie’s practice.
I recline on a pool lounger, soaking up the sun as I watch.
He was right. He’s perfectly professional and he knows exactly what he’s doing. And Rick has already paid for him. I have no good reason to say no.
At the end of the lesson, Sophie goes inside to get dressed and Colby comes and sits next to me. And it is clear that he is definitely Colby out here. Droplets from his wet hair drip onto my leg and I wipe them away.
“Well?” he grins. “What do you think?”
I shake my head.
“Fine. I can see that you are professional. And I have a horrible time saying no to Sophie. So, alright. You can continue.”
Colby looks at me, his blue gaze glittering. He casually towels off his back. His wide, strong, sexy back. I restrain myself from watching. I seriously continue to amaze myself with my fortitude.
“I can continue as Sophie’s coach? Or I can continue as Shade… for you?”
He watches me, waiting for my answer.
I glance at his rippling chest, as his bulging tanned biceps, at the dimple in his left cheek. And then I remember his erect penis pressed against me in the laundry room and sigh.
“Both.”
He grins because he knows that he has won.
And I program his cell number into my own phone that evening.
I’m probably going to burn in hell for all of eternity. But when I do, at least it will have been worth it.
Chapter Eight
(Or: To Hair or Not to Hair? It’s not even a sane question)
“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me,” Sara exclaims, staring at me from across the table. We’re at lunch again, at our usual table in the park between our office buildings. “And you didn’t think this was important enough to call me about last night? What is wrong with you? This breaks like every rule in the BFF handbook!”
“I know,” I sigh, picking at my turkey on whole wheat. “I just felt exhausted. I didn’t even want to re-hash it. It makes me feel like a horrible mother. First I had sex with a gigolo. Then the gigolo ends up in my pool with my daughter. Then said gigolo performs o**l s*x on me while my daughter swims laps, then I agree to let previously mentioned gigolo continue training my daughter while I continue using his sexual services. Am I insane?”
Sara nods.
“Yes. But in a good way,” she rushes to reassure me. “You’ve been too uptight for too many years. You saw for yourself- Colby can be Colby with Sophie and he can be Shade with you. Trust me. As Sophie’s godmother, I would never steer you wrong on this topic. I love that girl. And not even one fine looking piece of dick will sway me from doing what’s right where she’s concerned. In my opinion, you’re just fine. Keep an eye on it. And if anything seems inappropriate, fire his amazingly sexy ass. Until then, enjoy him. Enjoy the scenery when he’s in your pool. Then bang his brains out when you see him on the weekends. That’s my final answer.”
She folds her arms over her chest as though she is the Great and Powerful Oz, and the Great and Powerful Oz has spoken. I roll my eyes.
“Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up,” I say wryly as I reach for my lemonade. I find myself wishing that it contained vodka. Sara glares at me.
“I’m serious,” she says. “You’re fine. Now, changing the subject… I need you to date Brian.”
I almost break my neck as I gape at her.
“Have you lost your mind?” I ask. “He’s as boring as a plain white button-up. I can’t date him. I’d want to slit my wrists within the first thirty minutes. No lie, Sara.”
She sighs, as though I have tried her patience for the last time.
“First, it would depend on who is wearing the white button up as to how boring it is. And second, Brainy Brian will be great practice for you in the dating world. I need for you to get your date on. And I need for you to do it well. I am not having you moping around anymore, staying home on weekends alone when Sophie is at her dad’s. More importantly, I can’t be babysitting you every weekend. There are places for me to go and people to do.”
I stare at my best friend, wondering if aliens have taken over her body.
“Do you even know me at all? Wasn’t it me who went to Utopia with you last weekend? And Sophie is hardly ever at her dad’s. And you don’t babysit me! Do you? What is with you?”