Levy
Holy Moly, what in the hell do I do? This girl is a firecracker, and she is making my d**k strain in my pants. She’s sitting there looking all confident and sassy, licking her bottom lip. I want to bite that damn lip and suck on it, explore her filthy mouth with my tongue. But… we are on a first date. I still can’t get over that I am on a date. With a girl who is just twenty. Who is my son’s ex-girlfriend. Would people wonder if she is my daughter or something?
As if she can read my mind, Harper says, “hey you look miles away. What are you thinking? Or are you wondering what I do when I think about you at night in my bedroom?”
I almost choke on my Light Bud, managing to salvage myself from making a complete fool out of myself. “I think we should talk about something different, don’
