The Player and the Single Mom

“No, don’t stop!”

Kissing her neck, I obeyed and teased at her clit with my thumb while easing in and out with my index finger. Her legs fell further apart and her breath was hot on my cheek, her moans soft and startled, like she couldn’t believe what she was doing, or feeling.

Then when she was about to splinter someone tried the knob to the room. It jiggled. I paused. Sera cursed under her breath. There was a knock. She pushed at my hand. Reluctantly, I retreated.

I smoothed her shirt back into place. She zipped her jeans.

“We should go back out separately,” she said.

Nodding, I eased away from her and ran my touch over her bottom lip. “For the rest of the night, every time I take a sip of my beer I’ll smell you on my finger.”

A strangled gasp caught in her throat.

“Give me your phone,” she said breathlessly, her brown eyes boring into me.

I pulled it out and unlocked the screen. I silently handed it to her.

She tapped aggressively, shaking her hair back off of her shoulders. Then she handed me the phone back. “I’ll see you in Mexico.”

As she unlocked and opened the door and slipped back into the party, I looked at the screen. She had hit the buy button. I grinned.

Now that’s what I called starting the new year off with a bang.