A few seconds later, the door opened. Caro stood there, dressed in sweats and a hoodie, with fuzzy slippers on her feet. Her luxurious hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her skin was devoid of makeup. She looked sexier than any model I’d ever taken to a black-tie affair.

“Easton, what are you doing here?”

Knowing her weakness, I held up a carton of Ben and Jerry Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream.

She clapped her hands together in child-like glee. “You remembered.”

I remembered, all right. I remembered smearing it all over her body, even the more intimate parts, and licking it off. My dick responded with a hell yeah, ready for a repeat of that seven-year-old performance.

Her face flushed when she realized what I was actually remembering.

“I mean you remembered how much I loved this. I mean, love this ice cream. I mean, I—” She was stammering and stuttering and had the most adorable flushed face.

I pushed past her into the living room, not allowing her to protest. I paused to appreciate the little touches she’d added to the once-sterile décor to warm it up and make it a home. I’d have to ask her to do the same for my place.

“Where are the kids?”

“In bed. They were exhausted. It’d take a stampede of elephants to wake them.”

“Good.” I didn’t comment further as my filthy mind turned down a dirty path. This might be an even better night than planned. Maybe I’d put that ice cream to good use after all.

I rummaged in a couple kitchen drawers and produced two spoons, then plopped down on the couch. I patted the cushion next to me. Caro hesitated, but when I held the first spoonful of ice cream up to my lips and made a show of sucking it into my mouth, she laughed.

Caro sat down next to me, keeping a safe distance between us. Safe was an illusion. I was anything but safe tonight. I wanted her. I’d had a taste of her earlier this week, and I craved more of the same and then some.

She reached for a spoon and dug in. I watched as she put the spoon to her lips and licked the ice cream off it. Oh, fuck. I was going to lose it just watching her. A dab of ice cream was on her lower lip. Before she wiped it off, I leaned in and slid my tongue along her lips, savoring the sweetness of the ice cream combined with the heady taste of her.

My cock jerked in my dress pants, begging to do the deed. My boy was tired of being told no, and to be honest, so was I.

Caro pushed me away. Her eyes were wide and questioning as she gazed up at me. When she looked at me like that, I wanted to be her hero, but I wasn’t anyone’s hero, and that line of thinking was going to get me in deep shit.