Page 9 of Tempted at Midnight

“If I thought you weren’t interested Lil, I’d walk out that door and never come back again. But you’re looking at me like you’re thinking about me naked, and I’d bet my last dollar your panties are damp right now. So no, I’m not going to accept your rejection. Single parents date all the time. We just need to figure out how to make it work.”

Lillian

“See? I told you this wasn’t going to work.”

We were standing in the parking lot at LJ’s, skimming through our calendars trying to figure out when we could have a date. With two jobs and six kids between us, it wasn’t easy.

“Hush, we’ll figure something out. What about next Friday night?”

I shook my head. “Luke and Lincoln have a football game. Saturday?”

“Karl has a taekwondo match. Unless you want to go with us?”

I shook my head. “As romantic as that sounds, I’m gonna have to take a pass.”

“Saturday night?”

I stared at our family calendar, coming up blank. “There’s nothing on the calendar...”

“Ding ding, we have a winner. Don’t move, let me text my sister and make sure she can babysit.”

He thumbed out a quick text and the answer came back almost immediately.

“Maria is good. That’s it, we are going on a date in...” he looked at his phone again, “ten days.”

Martin grabbed my phone out of my hand. “What are you doing?”

“Exchanging phone numbers,” he said.

His phone beeped in his other hand, letting me know that he’d texted himself from my phone. I laughed when I looked at the entry.

“Did you seriously put yourself in my phone as ‘Handsome Stud’?” I asked.

He nodded. “It seemed fitting.”

My phone vibrated with a message from Lincoln asking what we were doing for dinner and complaining that he was starving. I hadn’t realized how much time had passed while I’d sat in LJ’s talking to Martin.

“I gotta go,” I told him regretfully. “My boys are getting hungry, and they get a little crazy when that happens.”

“One more thing before you go...”

Before I knew what was happening, Martin backed me up against the driver’s side door of my SUV and was kissing me like he was a dying man and I was his last meal.

My toes curled in my steel-toed boots as I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. He tasted like beer and French fries and something that was uniquely Martin. I’d never felt like this before. No man had ever kissed me this intensely, this thoroughly, and no man had been able to get me this close to an orgasm without even moving his hands below my waist.

When he pulled back, his erection was pressing against my belly and my breath was coming in short pants. It took everything in me not to suggest we make use of the back seat of my car.

“Wow,” I whispered.

He gave me a smirk. “Yeah. You see why I couldn’t accept your rejection?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned forward and gave me a closed mouth kiss, leaned back, then did it again. It was sweet. Damn it, I really liked this guy. Sure, I was more attracted to him than I’d been to anyone in my life, but I liked him too.

And that exactly the thing that was going to get me in trouble someday.

The next day the guys were on me the second I got to work. I hadn’t even clocked in before they started with the questions.