Only One Kiss (Only One 1)

“Where are you?” she asks when I slam the truck door.

“I’m actually on my way to an event.” I start the truck and put on the aviator sunglasses. “Becca set it up for a couple of her clients.”

“Where?” she asks me right before she takes a sip of coffee, and I suddenly think back to yesterday. The whole diaper blowout, and how she placed Ari in the sink and was splashed on and didn’t care. Then she turned around, and my heart stopped. I didn’t think it was beating in those thirty seconds it took for me to get the words out of my mouth. She stayed there in front of me with her white shirt completely soaked, showing me her perfect pink pebbled nipples. I swear I think my mouth salivated, and if I would have stared any longer, drool would have come out of my mouth. I wonder if she’s walking around the house naked. I close my eyes at the stupidness of that. Why the fuck would she be naked? I wonder what she wears to bed. I shake my head when I hear her call my name.

“Hello, are you still there? Ralph?”

“Yeah,” I say. “Sorry, Bluetooth connected wrong.”

“Can you text me the address?” she asks, and I look at the screen of the Bluetooth. “I can be there in about forty, depending on traffic.”

“What?” I ask, surprised. “You’re coming?”

“Yes,” she says. “It’ll be a good time to get some pictures and go over a couple of things. Will Becca be there?”

“She said she would,” I say. “Do you want me to pick you up?” The words come out of my mouth before I can even think about them. “I’m at the arena now and can be at your house in about twenty minutes.”

“I can make it work,” she says. “If anything, I can take an Uber home later.”

“Or I can drive you,” I say. “I’ll see you in twenty.”

“See you then,” she says, and then I press the end button on the screen. I grab my phone again and call Miranda, who answers right away.

“Hey there,” she says, and I hear Ari in the background saying da-da-da-da. “We were just talking about you.”

“I can hear that,” I say. “How is her day going?” I ask. This is going to be the longest I’ve been gone from home, and my stomach was in knots this morning when I kissed her goodbye.

“It’s going amazing,” she says. “She just had her lunch, and we are going to go take a nap soon.”

“I don’t know what time I’ll be back,” I say. “I should be finished at four, but it may go over.”

“It’s fine,” she says. “I can get dinner started for you.”

“No, that’s fine,” I say. “I’ll pick myself up something. I’ll try to call and check in when I can.”

“Don’t worry about anything here. We are fine,” she says. “Have a good afternoon.”

“Talk to you later,” I say, hanging up as I pull up to Candace’s house. I get out and walk to the front door. Ringing the doorbell, I turn to look at the houses while I wait. I really like this neighborhood. The houses are normal size, unlike the monster of a house I’m living in now. It’s way too big for me. It was way too big in the beginning, but I bought it because Cassie liked it. I hear the locks and turn around, but I’m not ready for what I see. She stands there with a huge smile on her face, and I can’t help but return the smile. “Hey,” I say, and I’m not sure if I should kiss her cheek. Is it normal to want to do that?

“Hey,” she says. “I was just slipping on my shoes.” She motions to the shoes in her hands, and I watch as she slips her feet into the sexiest shoes I’ve seen in my life. Or maybe it’s just the way she puts them on. She’s wearing a long dress that’s full of colorful flowers, goes well down to her knees, and isn’t tight at all. A white silk shirt with little sleeves on it, tucking into the skirt. Nothing screams sexy about the outfit, yet my cock is dying to get out.

“I’m going to get my bag.” She turns and walks away, and I see her hair tied back on the sides. She grabs her bag and comes back. “Are you sure you’re okay with driving?” she asks, and all I can do is nod my head, my mouth dry. “Don’t you look nice,” she says with a smile as she puts on her sunglasses. I hate that I can’t see her eyes anymore.

“You look summery,” I say, and I want to close my eyes and groan when she laughs.

“I’ve never been called summery before.” She walks beside me, and with her heels on, she reaches my chin. I walk to my side of the truck and then look over at her as she gets into the truck at the same time as me. I grab her phone from the cupholder and hand it to her. “Thank you,” she says and starts going through things. Her fingers type away, and then my phone rings, telling me there is a text.