Prince Pucking Charming

“Where do you get all of your facts from?” I ask Max.

“Google,” she says without hesitation. “Wanna watch a cool sea otter video I found on YouTube? Baby sea otters can’t swim on their own. They have to make a raft to keep their family together.”

“After the movie,” Lila says.

Max settles in again, getting comfortable as she moves across both of us. I could get used to this. In fact, I am used to this and don’t want it to end. I love spending time with both of them. With other women, I only wanted to rip their clothes off. But with Lila, we have a real connection. She gets me and tries to understand me.

The movie ends forty minutes later. Max is snoring, dead to the world as the credits roll down the screen. I lift her in my arms and follow Lila into Max’s bedroom. She stirs when I set her onto the mattress, rolling onto her side. Max mumbles a few things under her breath.

“She’s been sleeping better since she started hockey,” Lila says. “Skating tires her out.” She kisses Max’s forehead and whispers, “Night, baby. Sweet dreams.”

Lila closes Max’s door and then leads me into her bedroom, locking the door behind us. She stands on her tippy toes and presses her lips to mine.

“I’ve been waiting all night to do that,” she says.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her warm body against my chest. My lips crash into hers, and she parts them for me to sweep my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes like chocolate syrup. And now, I’m thinking about running into the kitchen to grab the bottle. Not with Max here, not tonight.

Once our lips separate, we get into bed together. Lila curls up against my chest, and I slip my fingers between hers, thinking about what Max said about sea otters. I’ve never done this with another woman. Lila is the one. And as I fall asleep, I hold her hand tight—because I never want us to ever drift apart.

Chapter Nineteen

Delilah

Tonight is the night. I’m a nervous wreck, running around the house like a lunatic. I keep obsessing over every detail. Our first night together has to be perfect.

I flip through the pile of clothes on my bed and sigh. I’m going to have sex tonight. Without any kids in the house. With a man who turns me on. So, why do I feel like my heart is about to explode?

The doorbell rings, and full-blown panic mode sets in. Gah! The panic is real. I glance at the clock, surprised I spent an hour looking for the perfect outfit. The bell rings again. Okay, pull yourself together, woman. You got this!

Dropping a shirt on the bed, I rush down the hall to answer the door. Duke is on my doorstep, with a bottle of wine in hand, looking like a GQ model. My mouth falls open. Damn, he looks good. A dark long-sleeved shirt stretches across his muscular chest, making his strong arms and big shoulders look more prominent. He appraises me with eyes that are clearly undressing me. Yeah, and here’s the best part. I’m still wearing the same black sweatpants and red tank top I threw on after my shower. My hair is damp and piled on top of my head, my face free of makeup.

“Don’t mind me,” I say, tugging on my shirt. “I’m going for homeless person chic. It’s a new look I’m trying out.”

He laughs and steps inside, hooking his arm behind my back. “You’d look good in anything.” Duke kisses me, and my head spins. “Who needs clothes, anyway?” He breathes the words against my lips. “They’ll be on your floor soon enough.”

After we pour ourselves two glasses of wine, we head into the living room. It’s unusually quiet, the television off for once. My pulse is so fast I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in my neck, like a vein ready to pop. I seriously need to chill out. Tonight means something to him, too, except Duke looks as cool as a cucumber, completely unfazed.

“I have a secret,” I admit, taking a sip from my glass.

His eyebrow raises. “Let’s hear it.”

“Before we met, I used to fantasize about you.”

He smirks. “Oh, yeah? And what did you think about?”

I blush ten shades of red, now wishing I didn’t mention it. Yes, I have experience with sex. I was married for ten years. But my sex life is limited to one man. So, maybe I’m a little bit of a prude, at least I am compared to Duke.

“You can tell me, Doc.” He runs his tongue slowly along his bottom lip. “I want to make all of your fantasies come true. Correction,” he says, his voice deep and sexy, “I will make every fantasy come true.”

I

struggle to catch my breath. “I didn’t have much of a sex life with my ex. We sort of became roommates by the time Max turned five. I’d be stuck sitting on the couch, forced to watch your games, and my mind would wander. I’d imagine you licking my pussy while I watched you play. And then, later that night, I’d get off to the thought of you.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “I like where this is headed. Keep going.”

“You’ve probably heard this before.”

He rolls his shoulders. “Not from you.”