Prince Pucking Charming

My body tenses once more, and my entire body tingles from the orgasm taking over. After I come, Duke licks his lips with a seductive look in his eyes. He gives me his usual intense and haunting look, which makes my body tremble.

“Hot damn, woman,” he says with one of his usual smirks that tugs at the right corner of his mouth. “It’s a good thing I’ve mastered the art of self-control.”

I laugh. “I beg to differ. You’re in anger management treatment because you lack self-control.”

He climbs on top of me and takes my bottom lip in his mouth and sucks on it. “I have control when I need it. And believe me, you’ll be happy about it when the time comes.”

Duke’s about to kiss me when my cell phone rings. The obnoxious sound Max chose beats through the silence in the room.

“I have to get that. It’s Max.”

He looks for my purse on the floor and hands over my cell phone.

“Hey, baby,” I say, cradling the phone against my shoulder.

“Mommy, are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Then, why are you out of breath?”

“I was just working out,” I say, biting back a fit of laughter.

“I thought you went out with Duke.” She sounds confused, as she should be. Because why would Mommy be exercising this late at night? She’s too smart to buy that.

“I did. We were working out together.”

Duke shakes his head and turns his head away from me, doing his best not to laugh.

“Did you do the kickboxing video I like?”

“Yeah, baby. We tried that one out.”

“Is Duke still there?”

“He’s sitting next to me.”

“Can I talk to him?”

I hand Duke the phone. “She wants to talk to you.”

He takes it from my hand with a curious look. “Hey, kiddo. How come you’re up this late?”

I can’t hear what Max says on the other line.

“Uh-huh,” Duke says. “I can pick you up on Tuesday. Okay. Yeah, talk to your mom, okay? Alright. Night, Max.” He holds out the phone for me to take.

“Mommy, Duke’s picking me up from school on Tuesday so we can go to hockey practice.”

“Okay. I’ll be there, too. Get some sleep. It’s late.”

“Night-night, Mommy.”

“Night, baby. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

She giggles and then hangs up.

I drop the phone onto the table next to the couch and sigh. “I hate lying to Max.”