One More Time

Emily arrived right at eight o’clock the next morning. I’d hoped she’d be late since I took too long to get out of bed. When I woke up, my morning wood was harder than it had been in a long time.

My dreams had been about Emily, and I wasn’t at all surprised to see the tent my cock formed under my sheet. Still, it took me a while to relax and calm down. By the time I managed to climb out of bed, it was already a quarter to eight.

“Good morning,” Emily said brightly as she bounced into the kitchen.

Tommy and Sarah ran over to give her a hug. She leaned down and kissed them both on the top of the head before she ushered them into their chairs. She was dressed professionally with a pair of black pants and a light-gray sweater, but even so it couldn’t hide the curves she had in all the right places. As she cooked breakfast, I hung back, too afraid to be close to her. She made my body respond in ways that made me feel like I was betraying my marriage, even though I hadn’t been the one to do that.

I looked at her as she stood in front of the stove. Her blue-green eyes were focused downward, and her dark brown curls hung loosely over her face. I swallowed hard and forced myself to look away. From the second Emily walked through the front door yesterday, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind. I went to bed last night just thinking about her curves and her perky tits. While she cooked, I had to force myself to think about something else. I knew that if I gave just one inch, this woman could climb the wall I’d built around myself. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

It worked for a while. I watched T.V. and flipped through a magazine. Every few minutes, Sarah or Tommy would ask me a question that forced me to look up. I always answered them easily, but then my eyes fell on, Emily and I was back to square one. I needed to find my get out of jail free card or I was going to be in deep trouble.

The hardest test came when she bent over the kitchen table to cut Sarah’s sausage. With that one motion, I got a bird’s eye view of her ample cleavage, and I felt my dick twitch in my pants. I swallowed hard and tried to look away, but I couldn’t. Her tits were like magnets, drawing my eyes to them and torturing me with their appeal. My thoughts ventured on dangerous territory.

“Are you hungry, Sean?” Emily asked suddenly. She stood up straight, her eyes focused on mine. “I can make you something before I take the kids to the park.”

“No.” I cleared my throat. “I’m good.”

Emily nodded and went back to getting the kids ready for the day. I exhaled slowly and covered my lap with the magazine I’d been holding. The last thing I needed was for Emily or the kids to see my raging boner first thing in the morning. I was beyond grateful when they finally left the house for a quick trip to the park.

They weren’t gone long enough, though. Just as I finally managed to get my thoughts off Emily, she came bouncing through the front door with the kids by her side. She grinned brightly as Tommy told me all about the park. Sarah insisted I go with them later.

I tried my best to focus on their words, but Emily’s smile was captivating. Her lips were the perfect shade of pink, and they curved just right. As I looked at her, I imagined those same lips wrapped around my hard cock.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to look at Tommy and Sarah. If anything could center me, it was my kids.

“That sounds like fun,” I said, smiling. “I’ll go with you guys tomorrow.”

“Really?” Sarah asked, bouncing up and down on her feet.

“Really,” I said.

Sarah and Tommy both cheered with delight before running upstairs. Emily insisted they wash up before lunch. Before they made it back downstairs, she was already in the kitchen, preparing their food. I was starving and thought about going into the kitchen to get something for myself, but the second I saw Emily bend over to get something out of the fridge, I froze. There was no way I could be that close to her without touching her. God, I wanted her so badly. What was wrong with me?

“I’ll be in my study,” I nearly barked.

I didn’t wait for her to respond, I simply hurried down the hall and disappeared inside. Once the door was firmly closed behind me, I sank into my desk chair and took deep, relaxing breaths. My entire body was alive with desire, and I didn’t know how to calm myself. Every time I looked at Emily, all I could think about was taking her on the nearest flat surface. She was sexy and sweet, amazing with my kids, constantly asking me if I needed anything else, and that body – why did it have to be so hot?

No, I thought firmly to myself. I needed to focus, or else I would never get anything done. With a groan, I pulled my notebook toward me and grabbed a pen. I didn’t have anything to write so I just jotted down random thoughts and hoped that would be enough to get my creative juices flowing.

I hadn’t yet told anyone, but since Telissa died I’d been thinking about becoming a writer. I couldn’t imagine myself in a courtroom anymore. I didn’t need the money that a law career afforded me. I’d invested well, and my kids and I could live very comfortably for as long as it took me to figure things out.

For an entire year, I tried to fall back into my old routine, but it never worked. It wasn’t until I bought a notebook and started writing, that things seemed to fall into place. Writing was what I wanted to do. I just wasn’t sure how to do it, or what to write about.

Today was especially hard. No matter how many times I tried to write something insightful or clever, thoughts of Emily invaded my psyche.

About an hour after I sat down, there was a soft knock on the door. I cleared my throat and sat back in my chair, shoving my notebook into my top drawer.

“Come in,” I said.

Emily pushed open the door and walked inside slowly. She smiled and set a sandwich down on the desk in front of me. It looked amazing, and my stomach grumbled the second I saw it.

“I thought you might be hungry,” she said. “You didn’t eat breakfast.”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice flat.

She nodded and quickly left the study again. I watched her leave, my eyes trained on her ass.

When the door fell closed behind her, I groaned and leaned back in my chair. I couldn’t even see her for two minutes without wanting to rip her fucking clothes from her body. Just watching her walk away from me was enough to make me imagine how she would feel from behind.