Emily entered Kevin's bedroom after preparing breakfast and getting David ready for school. She'd only intended to wake him and borrow some clothes, but... something far more intriguing captured her attention.
Once again, she found herself scandalized by the man's perfect physique. Kevin wore nothing but tight boxers that prominently outlined his impressive morning arousal.
Do all men wake up like this? Emily approached curiously, perching on the bed to examine the fascinating phenomenon.
"My God!" she whispered, shaking her head rapidly as inappropriate thoughts flooded her mind. "Is this because I've been too sheltered? A 27-year-old virgin in Barcelona—how pathetic!"
Her strict upbringing had left her obsessively curious about taboo subjects—sex, alcohol, all the normal things her peers enjoyed freely. Even in college, she'd been chaperoned on outings.
As her hand hovered toward Kevin's erection, his fingers suddenly clamped around her wrist. He awoke with wide-eyed shock. Shouldn't women be the ones fearing harassment? Why was this situation reversed?
"Let me touch it! Just once!" Emily climbed onto the bed, struggling against his grip.
"Touch what? What am I to you?" Kevin shuddered at the virgin's audacity.
"Just a little!" she insisted.
"You're insane!"
"I need my first experience!"
"I'm not your damn science experiment!"
When Kevin resisted, Emily abruptly bit his hand—hard—breaking free. Her fingers finally closed around the intriguing hardness she'd been admiring all morning.
Guided by instinct, she began stroking. Kevin groaned, his resistance crumbling. Damn his long celibacy—just a few touches had him powerless.
"Ahh..." He pulled Emily closer as pleasure fogged his mind, especially when her clever fingers tightened their rhythm.
"My body feels so strange," Emily murmured, her own skin tingling with unfamiliar heat. She continued until white fluid spilled over her fingers, drawing a satisfied groan from Kevin.
As he caught his breath, Emily—still insatiable—whispered, "Can I borrow it again? I watched an... educational film last night."
Before he could protest, she maneuvered him onto his back, covering them with blankets. Kevin gasped as his sensitive tip met something impossibly soft and warm.
Oh God!
"Ahh, you're crazy..." he moaned, desperate to push deeper.
"Kevin... this feels amazing!" Emily rocked against him, creating delicious friction that had them both panting.
Another climax tore through them simultaneously—Kevin spilling against her thigh while Emily's own release dampened the sheets.
"Thank you for the lesson!" she chirped afterward.
"You're deranged," Kevin growled.
"Why so angry? You enjoyed it." She kissed him deeply. "Now lend me clothes. I'm taking our son to school."
"Never do that again!"
"Or what?" Her hand slid under the blanket, rediscovering his already hardening length. "What will you do?" she teased, stroking until he surrendered to another mind-shattering release.
*****
David devoured his breakfast enthusiastically. A stark contrast to the Starbucks meals his cooking-challenged father usually provided. Emily smiled as she carried the uniformed boy in her arms.
"Off to school, baby!"
"Yes, Mama!" David cheered, clinging to her.
Kevin observed silently, still irritated by Emily's antics yet pleased by his son's rare happiness.
"I love your cooking, Mama!"
"Do you now?"
"Yeah!" David hugged her tightly. "I'm so happy you're here!"
"My sweet boy!" Emily kissed his nose. "Study hard today!"
"Let's go! No one will tease me now!"
"Of course not. Mama will scold anyone who does."
David laughed joyfully during the entire car ride. His first cheerful morning since the divorce.
At school, he proudly held both their hands. With matching sunglasses and coordinated outfits, they looked every bit the perfect family. Handsome father, beautiful mother, and their beaming child.
Nearby, Davira dropping off her stepson, watched with narrowed eyes. Since when did Kevin allow another woman to wear his clothes? And why were they color-coordinated? Was this model truly his lover, as the tabloids claimed?
"You'll wait for me, right Mama?"
"Always, darling." Emily ruffled his hair.
"Can we get ice cream later?"
"Anything you want," Kevin agreed.
David jumped excitedly. "And meet Grandma too?"
"Of course!"
Kevin's eyes widened behind his sunglasses. What fresh scheme is this? They weren't even dating, why involve his mother?
After David entered his classroom, Kevin pulled Emily close, his grip on her waist deceptively intimate to onlookers.
"Why meet my mother?"
"What's wrong with a grandma meeting her future grandson?"
"We're not together. You're not my type."
"Still have 29 days to change that, darling." She pecked his lips.
"But—"
"My parents died in a house fire last year," Emily abruptly confessed, sitting down. "I survived because I'd sneaked out to celebrate my graduation." Though her sunglasses hid her eyes, Kevin sensed her grief.
"Don't cry. No one would guess you've endured such tragedy."
"I'm not crying." Her voice wavered. "I'm glad they're gone. Now I'm free." The lie she always told herself, even as she broke every rule her mother ever set, hoping somehow to summon her back.
Recognizing her pain, Kevin embraced her, letting her silent tears soak his shirt. Sometimes touch healed what words couldn't.
"You're such a nuisance," he muttered without malice.
"Just wait until you're obsessed with me!" She pinched his stomach.
"Never happening!"
"Really? Then explain this morning's multiple releases."
"That was assault!"
"Assault doesn't make men moan like that!"
"Anyone would react when ambushed!"
"Keep denying it!" Emily playfully pummeled him until she tumbled off the bench.
"Kevin!" she shrieked.
Noticing Davira's lingering glare, Kevin smirked. Good. Let his ex see he'd moved on—that David no longer begged for her affection.
Their son had once been hospitalized for a month after the divorce. Davira never visited. She was the worst mother imaginable.
Perhaps Emily could be useful for revenge. Kevin suspected Davira still harbored jealousy.
"Come here," he said sweetly, lifting Emily back onto the bench and smoothing her hair—a gesture that made her heart race.
Is he serious with this sudden sweetness?