Blake woke with a start. Buzzing? His phone. He pulled it from the nightstand and saw he’d missed a call from Rick.
“Was that your phone?” a sultry voice inquired.
“Yeah, a missed call from Rick, I’ll call him in a minute but first I need to get dressed, Jack will be home from school soon and I don’t want him putting two and two together and making whatever a sixteen-year-old boy would make of this.”
Alex giggled, “He’d probably slap you on the back and tell you good job.”
“Good job? I sincerely hope you see my efforts as more than a good job.”
She rolled over, exposing those delicious breasts and he groaned inwardly, she would be the death of him! Her fingers inched her way around his c**k, and he flopped back against the pillows, only to have his phone come to life, like his bloody
