Chapter 41
MAC
I was all for trying it. I knew I’d like it. Pulling her in my arms and kissing the hell out of her. Stripping her of her clothes.
I’d spent the past few days thinking about how we’d gotten each other off in her little garage apartment. Then, fuck, in my office. Every time I walked in there, I got hard and I would until I fucking retired.
“Now?” Georgia asked, wide eyed. She was surprised, but I couldn’t miss the heat and need in her gaze. Behind my closed office door was one thing. Behind a bedroom door with Andy telling us to try it was another.
I shrugged. “Andy’ll make himself scarce…” It could work. “Maybe you could get that toy of yours. We could have a little fun with that.”
She coughed. “My… toy?”
I grinned.
“Right. Let’s start with my dick first.”
I had to reach down and shift myself in my navy work pants. Just the idea of giving her every inch of my dick was torture.
But I didn’t want to have a conversation about the birds and the bees with Andy yet and if he was telling his entire class that Georgia was his mom, I didn’t need him telling the same kids how his dad got naked and did illegal things to Miss GG. And with her toy submarine.
So…
I ran a hand over the back of my neck. “Fuck, no. Not now. Let’s at least get him to sleep and then—”
A call came in with the familiar shrill chime on my walkie talkie.
I closed my eyes. “Shit.”
Now? Really? My balls were going to be so fucking blue.
The dispatcher gave a few codes and an address.
“I have to go,” I growled. I moved to the door, opened it and pointed to the linen closet down the hall across from the guest room. “Sorry, but the clean sheets are in there.”
“Go,” she said, being calm and completely understanding about the inconsistent and urgent nature of my work and that I was leaving her with changing my bed alone as well as babysitting for Andy.
“I’ll be back in the morning after my shift.”
I closed the distance between us, kissed her hard and swift before I left.