Something So Right by Natasha Madison Page A

rubbing my pussy on his covered cock. I’m wondering how when he suddenly groans into my mouth, and I know he’s coming, too. We rub each other to ride out the orgasm that has rocked my world. Our mouths break apart with us panting.
    “Babe, you make me feel like I’m sixteen again coming in my pants.”
    I giggle at him. “I want you in me.” I’m not hiding it anymore.
    “Soon, babe. We have to get back downstairs, but fuck me...that look in your eyes...you need to go and leave now, before I just pound into you.”
    He steps away, trying not to look at me. I giggle, leaving the bathroom. Turning back, I try to peek at him cleaning himself. “Babe, go tell the kids we are going out tomorrow,” he growls, while I walk away giggling and try to convince the kids about how much fun tomorrow will be.

Chapter Twelve
     
     
     
    I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m actually going to the place I said I would never go to. I’m stepping foot into the Lobster Trap after seeing James sucking face with her. I vowed to never go back.
    I have decided that I will also never say never. I have also decided that I’m going to dress up tonight, because let’s face it, if I’m running into the ex it’s always better to do it looking good.
    So I put on some makeup, some brown liner, and mascara to make my green eyes pop out. I’m also wearing a new dress. Got to bring out the guns if you’re going to war.
    It’s a white little number one piece dress. It is tight-fitting on the breast area with a gold spaghetti belt and comes down to hug all my curves, falling just above my knees. I’ve curled my hair a little to give it volume. The gold accessories I have added complete the package. Actually, my strappy gold stilettos seal the package. Yes, they are super high, and yes, my feet pinch in these shoes, but they are sexy, and I’m wearing them, pain be damned.
    Cooper shows up right on time, and I’m excited to see him dressed up for once. I spray my perfume on me before heading out of the bathroom.
    I’m at the stairs when I see him, and holy fuck is he fucking hot. He is standing at my front door, holding Allison in his arms. She is in her favorite white dress with pink sparkles all over, folded over white ruffled socks, and her pink glittered Mary Janes.
    But what gets to me is this man, standing there wearing charcoal pants that are molded onto him, his Hugo Boss black belt, and a light pink buttoned-up shirt. His hair is just freshly washed and styled like he just ran his hands through it. I would like nothing more than to have dessert right now, and as if he senses me there, he looks away from Allison and finds me. His mouth goes from a smirk to a smile and that look, it’s a look that I know is filled with lust.
    I make my way down the stairs, calling out for Matthew.
    “Hey, babe. Allison, isn’t Mommy beautiful like that?”
    “I habe a dress, too,” she says, running her hands down her dress. “I habe pink shoes with sparkles.”
    “I’m one lucky guy that I get two beautiful girls with me tonight.”
    “Can I habe ice cream?” She leans in and tries to whisper, but if you have ever had a five-year-old, that whisper is never whispered.
    Matthew comes out dressed in his Sunday best, and he is hating every single second of this.
    “Next time I vote pizza!” I know that he is nervous about tonight. I would be lying to say I’m not. But let’s be honest, what is the worst that can happen? At least I’m showing up with a hot dude.
    The kids walk outside in front of us while I lock the door, feeling heat at my back.
    “Babe, I don’t see any panty lines in that dress.”
    I look over my shoulder, smirking. “Really? Well, that could be because”—I lean in—“I’m not wearing any.” I don’t have to stretch much to get to his neck before I walk off to the car. I’m dragged back by my hand.
    “Give me your fucking keys, open that door, and go put some fucking panties on. I’m having a hard