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  After dinner, she had an appointment with a realtor. This week Olivia had chatted back and forth with Mary the realtor, and she found what she hoped was the perfect house in the right price range. It was only to rent for now, which was fine. Olivia was nowhere near ready to buy a house.

  Once dinner was finished at a local-all-you-can-eat-buffet, they headed toward what she hoped was their future home. Pulling up to the house, it looked perfect. It was a typical ranch style house. Not a thousand windows and arches that made your house better than anyone else’s. Just a simple white, one story rectangle with black shutters. Morgan was the first out of the car. Olivia followed as soon as she got Emily.

  The realtor wasn’t there yet. Probably running late. Around back, Morgan had already found a simple wooden play set and was swinging. This could work. They could be happy here. All she needed now was the paper to sign.

  Her cell phone rang. It was most likely Mary calling that she was almost there. Not even glancing at the screen, she answered. She recognized the deep voice instantly. Her heart literally skipped a beat.

  “Jamie,” she said.

  “It’s been so tough being away from you these few days.”

  She smiled. “Well, hopefully soon we can see each other. The girls miss you.”

  “I miss them too.” The tone of his voice told her he was disappointed she hadn’t immediately said she missed him.

  Right as she was getting ready to tell him she missed him, Mary pulled up. “Listen, Jamie, it’s not a good time. Can I call you back?”

  “I’d like that. Talk to you soon.”

  “Wait, Jamie.” She started, but it was too late. He’s already hung up. Crap.

  Well, there was nothing at this moment she could do. Tossing the phone into her purse, she greeted Mary. Olivia called to Morgan, and they headed inside to take a tour of the house. Fingers crossed the inside was as perfect as the outside.

  ****

  The house had been as perfect as she had hoped and they could move in as soon as they were ready. Olivia dropped the girls off with Eric Saturday morning and went home to get a head start on packing. She was so excited; she wanted to get everything in boxes before the upcoming weekend when the girls would be with their father. It felt so good taking charge of her future and no longer being dependant on anyone.

  Her thoughts drifted back to another moment she had been proud of herself. Kelly had stopped her one night last week after work.

  “Olivia!” Kelly had called.

  At the mailbox, Olivia turned to see Kelly in her jogging suit, going on her evening walk, making sure to keep that size zero figure.

  “Hi, Kelly.”

  “Well look at you. You look so tired. Being a single and working mom looks like it’s been rough on you.”

  Olivia rolled her eyes, but also felt sorry for Kelly. This woman had to be miserable in her own life to always nit-pick someone else’s life. Olivia saw that now.

  “It is a change,” Olivia said.

  “I couldn’t do it. Can’t you and Eric make it work?”

  “No, that’s over.”

  “Well, I tell you, I’ve missed seeing that man you had watching your kids. He was some eye-candy. Too bad he was gay. It seems like all the good ones are.”

  “Actually,” Olivia said. “He isn’t. He’s straight and I had to get a new sitter because he’s my lover.” Okay, maybe she went a little too far. She probably could have just said he was straight and she was seeing him, but seeing the reaction on Kelly’s face made it all worth it. She was going to be so jealous.

  “You were sleeping with the help?” Kelly looked absolutely shocked.

  It was then Olivia realized it didn’t matter one bit what she said. Somehow Kelly was going to turn it around and try to make her feel bad about it. Truth was, Kelly had to do it to make herself feel better. Her kids were brats with no manners. Her house might be gorgeous and well kept, but it wasn’t from her skills. Most likely, she was a lonely housewife with nothing better to do then make those around her feel bad about their lives.

  “Good night, Kelly. I’ll see you around.” Olivia wasn’t going to indulge her anymore. Let Kelly have the satisfaction she had won. Maybe then she would at least jog the rest of the way home with a smile on her face.

  Olivia really was not going to miss living here. She started in Emily’s room. She needed the least of the things in here. Plus, it would be the quickest to pack and would leave her feeling as though she accomplished something. Taping together a few boxes, she opened the closet. Winter clothes could be packed obviously. They weren’t going to be needed anytime soon. Debating to herself whether to take the clothes off the hangers or leave them, she was startled by the door bell. Who the hell was here now? Why was it someone was always interrupting her?

  Sighing, she figured there was only one way to get rid of whoever was there. Her feet were heavy on the floor as she headed toward the door. Swinging the door open, she was surprised.

  “Jamie, hi,” she said.

  “I couldn’t stay away. And you never called me back.” He stared longingly at her.

  “Shit, sorry.” Olivia stepped back. “Come on in. I’m packing.”

  “Packing?” He came into the house, glancing around with a worried expression.

  She waved her arm. “Follow me, I’ll explain.”

  Olivia led him into the living room and took a seat onto the couch. He’d been on her mind to call, but she wanted it to be the right time. He’d come to her though.

  “We’re moving.”

  “Eric’s kicking you out?”

  Olivia grinned. “No no, I made the choice.”

  He appeared to be confused. She couldn’t blame him. She’d been avoiding him with reason.

  “I did a lot of thinking after you left. And I’ve been really trying. The first thing I knew I needed to do was to get my own place. So, I’m packing. I found a great, much smaller house on the outskirts of town.”

  “That’s great. But what I said, I didn’t mean for you to leave your home.”

  She laughed. “I’m doing it because I hate it here. It’s holding me back. I can’t move on from Eric if everywhere I turn here reminds me of him.”

  “So, you’re not getting back together with him then?” There was hope in his voice.

  “No, it’s over.” She gazed into his eyes.

  “Why didn’t you tell me any of this sooner?”

  “To be honest, I had to do this for myself. You were right. I put way too much into what others thought of me. I want to make things better.”

  There was a strong pull between them and it wouldn’t be much longer until she was crawling in his lap.

  “In fact, I told Kelly you weren’t gay.” She waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. “I told her you were my lover.”

  Jamie snickered. “What did she say?”

  “She basically looked at me with disgust since I was sleeping with the help. But you know what? I just let it roll off my shoulders. I didn’t care.”

  Jamie scooted closer and took a hold of her hands. “Is that all I am, a lover?”

  His gaze was so hot, he just might burn a hole through her. “No. You’re so much more.”

  Jamie released her hands and gripped her waist, lifting her into his lap. His erection was pressed against her ass. “I’ve waited a long time to meet someone like you, Olivia. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  Olivia chose not to say anything, but to show him that there was no one else for her. She met his lips with a hard force, immediately thrusting her tongue in. Each time his tongue entered her, she wrapped her lips around it, sucking. His groan of pleasure moistened her panties.

  A desire stirred through her and she had to taste him. Her mouth craved his thick cock and its salty taste. She roughly began yanking at his pants, trying to get them down.

  “Hold on, I have to unbutton them,” he said. “What’s the hurry?”

  “I want your dick
in my mouth now.”

  His gaze told her he had no problem with what she wanted. Their hands each pulled at his pants and boxers until he was kicking them off and they were flying across the room. She shoved him into a lying position. Then she pushed his legs wide open and took in his erection, she licked her lips.

  “Touch yourself,” she whispered. “I want to see your hand wrapped around your big cock.”

  He hesitated a minute. It was something he may not have ever done in front of someone, but she didn’t care.

  “Please.”

  With her plea, he gripped his dick. There was no stopping it; she had to watch as he gently jerked. He looked so comfortable while he did it. Letting her gaze return to his face she found his eyes dark with passion and focused on her. She lingered there before putting her attention back to him pleasuring himself.

  Her core ached to be touched, but it could wait. Leaning forward, she placed a hand over his and her mouth at the tip. He grunted and she moaned against his cock. As a drop of cum seeped from the head, she swallowed the salty liquid, craving more. Licking and sucking only the tip, his hand moved faster.

  “Enough,” he cried out.

  Letting his cock linger a moment right at her lips, she left a light kiss on the tip before standing up. Quickly, she started to undress. She knew he was ready to fuck her and her pussy was so wet she was ready too. Right as she removed her panties and kicked them away, he had already placed the condom over his swollen erection.

  He moved up behind her now. Nudging her toward the couch, he placed her hands along the back on it. Her knees were touching the cushions.

  “Open your legs more,” he instructed.

  And she happily obliged. A long finger slid into her pussy and her back arched right away. She was so turned out she might come on his finger right now. But she held off.

  “You’re so wet and ready.” He positioned his cock right at the opening of her ass.

  Sucking in her breath, he lightly pushed, but didn’t force. Gripping her waist now, his cock pressed at her opening. With one thrust he was inside and stretching her. Closing her eyes, she could see fireworks shooting off as he pumped into her with a vengeance. It wouldn’t be long for either of them before they climaxed. She could tell he was holding off, waiting on her.

  Removing one hand from the back of the couch, she flicked across a nipple. Pinching it slightly as a wave of pleasure began to erupt from her. There was no holding it back. She screamed loudly, the orgasm ripping through her.

  Jamie drove into her over and over until he was biting into the back of her neck, grunting as his seed left his body. His body relaxed, but he held her tightly. He was still inside her and she very much liked feeling them joined together as one. If this was any other position, she would want to stay this way forever, but her knees began to give out.

  The warmth of Jamie’s body moved away, and he pulled her next to him, sitting on the couch now. Her breathing wasn’t as ragged anymore.

  “You’re wonderful,” he whispered.

  “You’re pretty special yourself.”

  “I don’t think I can leave you again.”

  “I hope you don’t.” She turned toward him. “I’m glad you came to me tonight. If you’d waited on me it would have been at least another week.”

  Jamie laughed. “There is no way I could wait another week to have you in my arms again.”

  “Too bad you can’t be my manny anymore. I’d love to come home to you each and every day.”

  “Hey, you’re the one who tempted the help right into your bed.”

  Punching him lightly in the chest, she said, “You did plenty of tempting yourself.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. “Here’s to a future of tempting only one another.”

  “I like that future.” Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pulled into him as close as she could get.

  Jamie made her feel safe and warm. Her life was finally getting to where she wanted it and she wasn’t letting this hunk of a man go anywhere.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  “Please, Morgan, just sit down. I have something important to talk to you about.” Olivia’s gaze darted around. “Where is Emily? Geez, now that the girl walks I can’t keep up with her.”

  “I’ve got her.” Jamie came around the corner, Emily in his arms.

  These days the only one Emily ever let hold her was Jamie.

  “I told you it would be best to do this inside, Jamie. Emily is impossible to keep up with outside,” Olivia snapped.

  Jamie leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the lips. “I’m here, you don’t have to worry.”

  He was right. As long as he was near, she didn’t have any stress. He always made her feel better.

  Morgan, who was now seven, huffed as she waited for things to settle down. Olivia wished someone had told her how hormonally her daughter would be before the teenage years.

  “Okay, let’s start.” Olivia sat down in a chair next to Jamie. With his free hand, he held hers and she looked at Morgan. “As you know, Jamie and I have been seeing one another. And we think it’s time to move our relationship forward. What do you think about him moving in?”

  “Is he going to babysit us again?” Morgan asked.

  “No,” Olivia replied.

  Jamie had left the nanny agency and was now pursuing opening his own childcare center. The man loved children and could not wait until they had their own. Without a doubt she knew he would be a great father. He already was wonderful with her girls.

  “Are you two going to get married?” Morgan asked next.

  Olivia wasn’t sure how to answer. Nothing had been official. The two knew it was in the future. What were they waiting for?

  “Would you like that Morgan?” Jamie asked.

  Her daughter nodded.

  “Mama,” Emily said.

  “Yes, sweetie.” Olivia said, turning toward her little princess.

  Her mouth fell open and she placed a hand over her heart. Emily was holding a black velvet box in her little hands. A sparkling diamond glistened in the sun.

  Jamie set the little girl down and took Olivia’s hand.

  “I love you, Olivia. I’ve been looking all my life for the right woman to spend my life with and I’ve finally found her. Will you marry me?”

  She tried to speak, but she was too excited. She moved her lips but nothing came out. Jamie laughed.

  “Mommy, he asked you a question. It’s rude not to answer,” Morgan said.

  Olivia did her best to contain the laughter, but her daughter was right. It was quite rude.

  “Yes, Jamie, I will marry you.”

  THE END

  About Lacey Wolfe

  Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

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