Free Hot And Heavy With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Taboo Romance) by Ava May Page B

tell it in the dim light, but with luck, she wouldn’t have any idea what he was thinking or feeling—or showing, for that matter.
    He came around and opened the passenger side door, not because she was girly and needed him to, or even because it was good manners. He did it because he wanted to watch those gorgeous thighs as she slid into the car. Would that skirt ride up any higher, affording him a better view of her curvy legs. And how the seatbelt would constrict her cleavage. That one bare shoulder looked so fucking creamy and kissable, and he winced, knowing his plans to go home and jack off to some faceless imaginary lover were done. Maybe he could wait until she went to sleep, or curb his normally loud lovemaking style. Or maybe he’d just go to sleep. Yeah, that would be good, it was late, after all.
    Then he watched her slip into his car, and oh yeah, that skirt rode up, giving him a small peek at her thigh, creamy and so not approachable. That seat belt clipped over her gorgeous breasts and that equally creamy and delectable shoulder, damn it all to hell.
    He was in trouble; more trouble than Nick might be prepared to handle. Handle? Oh yeah, he wanted to handle that. “All set?” he asked, trying not to growl the words.
    “All good,” she replied, looking up at him and giving him a sunny smile. Oh yeah, it was all good. Just great.
    “Good,” he replied, closing the door gently. He came around the back of his car, adjusting his suddenly-too-tight pants. This was going to be a long, long night.
    Nick drove them back to his place, a townhouse in a shopping multi use community neighborhood. He knew she’d never been to his place, and hoped she wouldn’t think of it as too bachelor pad. He wasn’t a messy person, but he did live alone, and he thought his design aesthetic was comfortably casual. It wasn’t for everyone, but he wasn’t ready to make a complete man cave. He loved his gourmet kitchen, for example, and cooking in it was fantastic. It might not be expected, but it was him. He might be the guy to take a home done meal to a football potluck. None of his buddies ever minded. Hell, most of them were divorced anyway and needed to cook for themselves and sometimes their kids, though most of the guys had kids in college now. Or graduates in the workforce, like Jenna. She’d been working as a nurse a few years now, Tony mentioned it with pride often. But in the next breath, he often bemoaned the fact that she hadn’t had a serious boyfriend in years. Tony, like most of the guys, wanted grandkids when he was young. And his daughter settled, though Nick knew his buddy wouldn’t give that a voice. That wasn’t the sort of things guys in their group were even willing to discuss.
    Nick slid into the driver’s side seat and looked over at her. This felt right in a way he didn’t dare try to identify. It could sit alongside his sexual arousal, banked and ignored. But he had the sense that it, too, would explode at some juncture and overtake common sense.
    Yeah, what a great night. Nick flicked on the radio, a driving classic rock track he loved pouring through the speakers. It would be better to speed away and avoid conversation. He could keep his eyes locked on the road and pretend he couldn’t smell her lemony perfume, pretend he didn’t want to drown in the taste of her skin. If she smelled and looked that delectable, how would her mouth taste, how would her body feel rocking under his.
    He bit off a groan that he hoped was hidden by the music and focused on the road, though all his other senses were working overtime imagining what she would be like in his bed.
    Jenna closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. This was a favorite song from one of her favorite bands. In fact, she remembered singing and dancing around the kitchen to this song when she’d been home from college, doing a shake and shimmy in a tee shirt and short shorts. Nick had come in and sang along with her, and at the end of