That smoking hot one-night stand with a former rock star?
Turns out he's my son's new music teacher. Oops.
But I didn't know that the night I met Campbell. All I knew was he played my body the same way he played a guitar - like he owned it.
My libido is still high-fiving me after being self-served for too many years, and weāre both ready for another night or two of fun, especially since we donāt just have chemistry in bed - we connect over everything.
That is, until I learn heās the man whoāll be coming to my house twice a week to teach my son - the best music lessons money can buy.
Time to turn down the volume on our shenanigans. Only thatās easier said than done.
***
I can rock a guitar solo in front of thousands, I can write chart-topping tunes, and I can absolutely stop thinking about my studentās mother naked.
After all, Iām a single parent too, and I know what itās like to put your kid first. Thatās what I do every damn day.
Trouble is, now that Iāve had Mackenzie, itās hard - and I do mean hard - to stop wanting her. Harder too when I get to know her, and learn sheās an awesome mom, a great friend, and, oh yeah, she happens to get along perfectly with my daughter.
All we have to do is set some rules. No dating, no nookie when the kids are around, and no one gets hurt.
Itās all working out beautifully. Until we start breaking the rules, one by one.
Making music with her in the bedroom is easy. But will we be more than just a real good time when the music stops?
Once upon a Real Good Time (Unabridged) - Lauren Blakely
That smoking hot one-night stand with a former rock star?
Turns out he's my son's new music teacher. Oops.
But I didn't know that the night I met Campbell. All I knew was he played my body the same way he played a guitar - like he owned it.
My libido is still high-fiving me after being self-served for too many years, and weāre both ready for another night or two of fun, especially since we donāt just have chemistry in bed - we connect over everything.
That is, until I learn heās the man whoāll be coming to my house twice a week to teach my son - the best music lessons money can buy.
Time to turn down the volume on our shenanigans. Only thatās easier said than done.
***
I can rock a guitar solo in front of thousands, I can write chart-topping tunes, and I can absolutely stop thinking about my studentās mother naked.
After all, Iām a single parent too, and I know what itās like to put your kid first. Thatās what I do every damn day.
Trouble is, now that Iāve had Mackenzie, itās hard - and I do mean hard - to stop wanting her. Harder too when I get to know her, and learn sheās an awesome mom, a great friend, and, oh yeah, she happens to get along perfectly with my daughter.
All we have to do is set some rules. No dating, no nookie when the kids are around, and no one gets hurt.
Itās all working out beautifully. Until we start breaking the rules, one by one.
Making music with her in the bedroom is easy. But will we be more than just a real good time when the music stops?