The Rules of Dating(83)

“I’m inclined to think you’d take me any way I’d give it to you right now.”

“Your inclination would be correct.” He smiled mischievously.

“But you’re in luck because I’m really in the mood to ride you. I’m no starfish, Lennon. You know that.”

“No. You’re like a fucking shark, and I love it.” He winked.

“A shark and sometimes a blowfish.” I shrugged.

Colby laughed as I lifted myself up. My long hair covered my breasts as I straddled him, and when I sank onto his beautifully rigid cock, his eyes momentarily closed. I loved being on top, especially because it gave me such a clear view of his gorgeous face.

“Damn, did you wake up wet like this?” he rasped. “You’re so fucking ready.”

“I’m always ready for you.” I dug my nails into his chest and swayed my hips as I rode him. His eyes bore into mine in a way that made me feel like nothing else existed for him right now. I was sure I looked at him the same way.

He squeezed my ass. “Jesus, woman. You ride me so good.”

I thrust my hips harder and faster, at times lifting myself off of him before bearing down hard. Colby took my breasts in his hands, massaging my nipples with his thumbs.

“Damn it!” His eyes closed as his body shook. “Sorry…fuck, I’m coming. You’re too good. Couldn’t hold it in, baby.”

He was lucky I’d been holding back my own orgasm, or I would’ve had to give him shit about blowing his load before I went. I let go as my muscles contracted around him and he came inside of me. I loved feeling the heat of his cum.

After we settled down, I lifted myself off and lay down to face him.

“That was damn incredible.” He panted. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I looked over at the clock. “We’d better get up soon.”

“Okay. Five more minutes.” He pulled me close, nuzzling his nose in my neck. “I have to meet with some contractors today to talk about renovations on the building’s roof, which means I can’t take Saylor to her Mommy class this morning. She’s gonna be sad.”

“I can take her.” I offered without even having to think about it.

“You sure? Don’t you have clients today?”

I massaged his hair. “Only one early appointment. I’ve been trying to book my Saturdays a bit lighter. I know this client, though. I bet he’d be okay with Deek doing the job. Deek’s worked on him before.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out.”

“I’m absolutely positive. I’ve actually been curious about this Mommy class. I think it’ll be fun.”

“Saylor will be super excited that you’re taking her.”

I smiled. “I hope so.”

***

Mommy class was held in a brownstone on the Upper West Side.

As expected, Saylor was thrilled to have me accompany her. But you know who didn’t seem too thrilled? The Mommies, AKA The Stepford Wives—they all looked the same in their pastel clothing and perfectly coiffed blond hair. Not a tattoo in sight. Deek would get a kick out of this. He’d definitely deem them all untrustworthy and lame.

Based on the strange looks I got when I walked in there with Saylor, they didn’t appreciate a new face joining their little club. Either that or they were sorely disappointed that they wouldn’t get to flirt with my boyfriend today. Colby had once told me how many of these women, some of them married, hit on him. I couldn’t blame them, but I still wanted to punch them all.

“Oh, you must be Saylor’s new nanny?” some bitch asked.

Nanny? No, she didn’t. “No,” I said.

Not that there was anything wrong with being a nanny. But she’d found it inconceivable that I could be anything more because I didn’t look prim and proper like the rest of them.

She tilted her head. “Oh. Sorry. I just assumed…”

I wanted to follow my “no” with an explanation that I was Colby’s girlfriend, but I concluded that I didn’t owe her any explanation. It was kind of fun to just enjoy her confusion.

They’d set up tables where the girls were supposed to get their faces painted by the moms. I was relieved, because this kind of thing was my jam. Colby had mentioned that you never really knew what activity was planned. Sometimes it was a tea party, other times they all walked to the playground together. But messing with paints I could handle.

“We’re gonna paint!” I told Saylor. “This reminds me of the time we turned you into a tiger. Remember?”

She nodded eagerly before running over to join some of her little friends in a corner. I had to admit, despite the fact that the women all annoyed me right off the bat, every single one of their spawn was absolutely adorable.

One of the women appeared next to me. “I’m Lara,” she said.

Looking out toward the kids, I nodded once. “Billie.”

“Where’s Colby today?” she asked.

That’s all she has to say to me? “He had some business to attend to.”

She finally asked the question she really wanted to. “I heard you say you’re not the nanny. What is your relation to Saylor, if you don’t mind me asking?”

At that moment, Saylor came running toward me. I pulled gently on one of her pigtails. “Who am I to you, Saylor?”