Page 30 of Forbidden Kisses

"No. You have to be at least eighteen."

He nodded. "That’s okay. I only have eight more years left."

Riley waved us forward. "Come on, the kitchen is this way."

She walked in front of us, and I was trying to look anywhere but at those long, tan legs. Though above them, her ass was delicious and calling to me in the tight white shorts she was wearing.Damn it.

"What snacks did you buy? Dad and I also went shopping," Jeremy said.

She smiled. "Snickers. I heard they were your favorite. I saw them on sale and thought they'd make your day."

His eyes lit up. "Can I have one now?" he asked.

Riley looked at me.

"No. You already had enough brownies in the car. Any more sugar and you won't sleep tonight."

"I promise I’ll sleep, Dad," he whined.

"That's not how sugar works," I said patiently. "Remember? Then if you don't sleep well tonight, you'll be tired tomorrow."

He pouted but nodded. "Yeah. I don't want to be tired for the roller coasters. I don't want to fall asleep like a baby. Did you know some people faint?" he asked Riley eagerly.

"Yeah."

"I have no idea why," he went on.

"Not everyone's meant to go on roller coasters" was all I said.

Julia poked her head in. "Hey, Jeremy?"

"Yes?" he said.

"Riley said you like Spider-Man."

My son immediately perked up, as did I. She'd spoken about him with her friends?

"I've got a figurine collection I think you'd enjoy," she continued.

Jeremy looked up at me. "Dad, can I go look?"

"Sure." I usually didn't allow my son to go off with strangers, but they were Riley’s roommates, after all.

He ran out of the kitchen before I even had time to add anything else.

Riley took the truffles from me. “Thanks for bringing these.”

“Riley, you can buy anything you and Jeremy want with the credit card I gave you.”

She nodded. “I just wasn’t sure about these. They’re exorbitant.”

I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. Her sun-kissed skin and the blonde streaks in her hair made her blue eyes pop. She was simply stunning.

"Sorry to crash your Sunday. Are you going to bake now?" I asked.

“No, I’ll do it tomorrow morning so they’re fresh. We’re going to the club after you leave.”

Something about the idea of her dancing in a club triggered me. What if some dude came up to her and wanted to dance with her? What if he put his hands on her? The thought drove me crazy. "It's just the three of you who are going?"