Dirty Distractions (Afternoon Delight 1)

Must be a family trait.

“Hey. Where’s stupid?”

“I’m assuming you’re referring to your brother.” The man whose cock I just had my hand on…

Sara shifted uncomfortably on the chaise and pressed her knees together as if she could make the liquid between her thighs evaporate.

“Who else?” Kim collapsed into the empty chair and set her bags next to her feet. “The jerk was supposed to paint the front porch this afternoon. Paint cans are out there. Lid’s even off one of them. But where the hell is he?” She blew out a breath. “I was sure he’d be back here bugging you.”

“What? Why? What would make you think he’d be here with me?”

Kim gave her a look. “Let’s see, maybe because he’s always around you?”

“What do you m

ean by that?”

“I mean, my brother likes you. Which you know. What’s the big deal?” Kim rolled her eyes and pulled her phone out of her purse, letting out a muffled squeal. “Finally. I was wondering if I’d hear.”

“If you’d hear what?” Sara asked, grateful for the reprieve.

She’d gained control of herself now. With Brad and his erect cock out of the area, she could think clearly again. And she had her priorities firmly in order.

She couldn’t stand the idea of anything disrupting the good setup the three of them had going. Hormones aside, she was willing to do whatever it took to ensure her housing situation remained relaxed and low-key. A no-drama zone. She was in a great place in her life. No reason to rock the bed.

Err…boat.

She liked Brad. Of course she did. To keep that liking at a manageable level, all she would have to do was remain steadfast in protecting her stable home environment. Easy enough, right?

Sara released a breath. Easy or hard, she knew what she had to do. Brad would lose interest if she didn’t engage with him. When he lost interest, maybe she would too. Or maybe she’d meet someone else, preferably soon.

Preferably before she responded in a way she’d likely regret.

“I met a guy.” Kim grinned and finally set aside her phone.

“Where? At the grocery store?”

“No. At work.”

Sara leaned forward, her own sex woes temporarily forgotten. “Who?”

“You’ll see at the fundraising dinner in a couple of weeks. I invited him. Speaking of, who are you taking?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

Which showed her level of distraction about Brad. She always made sure she had a date long in advance of these shindigs. They tended to be tedious, but they were part of her role at the sanctuary and she never shirked her responsibility.

Who could she ask this close to the event? Her little pink book held a few prospects. None worthy of excitement though. Or even mild anticipation.

“What about Dr. Mikey?”

Sara laughed at Kim’s moniker for one of the other zoologists. Though he was pushing forty, Dr. Michael Eastwick looked closer to twenty. His baby face made him quite popular among the ladies, especially the well-to-do matrons who frequented the fundraisers and showed their appreciation for him through their checkbooks.

“He’s practically engaged.”

“Ah, that barely counts.” Kim tapped her glossy pink nails against her mouth. “What about Steve?”

“What about him?”