Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

And maybe I want to stay around and make sure no other fucker comes around to steal my girls.

“She won’t.”

“She might,” I press on.

“Jesus Christ. What do you want me to do? Print out your picture and tape it to my face?”

“That’s an excellent idea.” I snap my fingers, snatching her phone off the table and hold it up to snap a selfie.

“Matteo,” Zoe shrieks and lunges for the phone but it’s too late. “That was just a joke.”

“Where is your printer?”

“You are utterly ridiculous… you know that?”

“Yep. Aren’t you happy you won’t ever be bored in life with me?”

“I’ll settle for sane.”

My mood grows from playful to serious in a flash. I stride over to her, tilting her chin up with my finger. “No, you won’t. You, my beautiful sunshine won’t settle for anything in this life.”

Zoe swallows hard. “Maybe you just don’t understand how life works yet, Matteo.”

“I don’t need to know how it works. I make my own rules.” I send a little smirk her way. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll share those with you.”

And I would. I’d share anything with this woman. Chocolate, home-brewed beer, my t-shirts, life, bodily fluids—I’m especially interested in that one—and everything in between. Does she want my social security now or later?

But despite me being ready to jump all in, Zoe is hesitant to do the same.

No idea why, really. I’m a catch!

Fine, I’m a shit liar but I will do anything to be the one she gets hooked on and not just for a quick pleasure session in the bathroom.

And that’s why after another two hours of pushing me out the door, I decide to relent and go to work. For a little bit.

Literally, in and out under one hour.

Me: How are my girls?

Me: I miss you both already.

Beastie: Matteo, the door just clicked shut behind you. I can still hear and see you typing on your phone.

Me: You know what? I don’t think I feel all that good, maybe I should skip today.

Beastie: I feel like I am dealing with a child.

Beastie: Oh wait, what am I saying? Of course, I am.

Me: Solid burn, beastie.

Me: Yet I don’t remember you thinking that when I had my tongue deep in your sweet pussy. Or when you fucked it with your fingers thinking of mine.

Me: Do you need a reminder?

There was no reply but when I turned my head around, looking through the window, there was no mistaking the desire in her eyes and my pants felt even tighter walking to work.

“Matty, my boy,” Mom calls out as soon as I step through the door. “How is Mellie and Zoe?”