“If everything’s in order, then…” Darren adds.

The boys are smiling with giddy excitement.

“Then you two can play Alien Invaders until dinner.”

“Alien Empire, mom,” Danny whines.

“Whatever. Go on.”

They run away. I don’t bother telling them to walk.

I turn to Darren. He has both boys’ homework folders in one hand, his own backpack thrown over his other shoulder, and a smile on his face as he stalks toward me. He bends over, and I grab greedily at his shoulders, pulling him close.

He smiles as I crush my mouth to his and slide my tongue between his lips. I press my body against him.

“Did you two have fun?” he whispers.

I nod, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.

“Do you want to do it again?”

I moan softly against his lips, and he wraps an arm around my waist. His backpack falls down his arm. I can’t stop kissing him.

He grips my waist, and I run my palm over his bald head.

“Mom, how much bleach do we use again?” one of the twins calls.

“No bleach!” Darren and I yell at the same time, panicked. Their yellow and baby blue uniforms were expensive as hell.

“I’ll go check on them,” I tell him. “And dinner’s in the oven. Go relax.”

He nods and kisses my cheek. “She wants me to take you on a date,” he says.

I smile. “That’s sweet.”

His mouth brushes my earlobe. “She wants me to fuck you in public,” he whispers.

I gasp.

He kisses my cheek again and then brushes past me.

I’m frozen in a horny haze until the sound of the boys arguing pulls me back into reality.

flirting

“What are you wearing?”

I’ve just fallen into my desk chair. I have five minutes before the next meeting, and I really should look over my notes, but Jourdan’s voice makes me smile.

“I don’t have time,” I laugh, jumping up from my chair to push my door closed and lock it.

“You’d be surprised what we can get done when we work together. Teamwork makes the dream work.”

I laugh. “The boys’ coach says that at their practices every week.”

“Hey, good advice is good advice,” she says, and we laugh together.

“Tan slacks, black linen shirt, Guess pumps with a peep toe,” I tell her.

“Oooh, sounds sexy.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I tell her, laughing.

“Maybe it’s just me, and I’m horny. Actually, that would make sense because I swear to God, Darren’s little nerdy selfie made me so wet this morning.”

“What?” I scream and try to remember how.

He’d sent the picture to our group chat, and it had made me smile, but wet? Really?

“I think it was the glasses,” she said softly.