Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“So fucking gorgeous,” Brandon murmured from the doorway, his eyes hungry as they swept up and down my body. He padded into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him, then strode towards me purposefully. With a quick flick of his fingers, my towel dropped to the floor. Then he backed me up against the counter and lifted me onto it.
When he dropped to his knees, I gasped in surprise. “You’d better not make too much noise, or else you’ll wake the girls up,” he warned.
I nodded, biting down on my lip to keep from moaning when he buried his face against me. The last thing I wanted was to be interrupted before I came. He licked me with single-minded purpose, driving me to the edge quickly, as though he knew how desperate I was to climax. When he plunged two fingers inside me, stroking along the perfect spot, I couldn’t help the whimper which burst from my lips. His tongue moved up to my clit, and he sucked at it hard. With a twist of his wrist and another hard pull at my clit, I came. My hands tightened in his hair, and he nuzzled me through the powerful aftershocks. When I felt his head pull back, I looked down at him.
“I could eat you all day, but I know we don’t have much time before one of our hellions demands our attention,” he told me, rising to his feet and unbuttoning his pants.
I licked my lips hungrily as he pulled out his cock and pumped it a few times with his fist. I climbed off the counter, lowering myself to my knees in front of him. Just as I placed my hands on his thighs and bent forward to lick along his shaft, a sweet voice sounded outside the bathroom door.
“Mommy, I’m thirsty.”
My startled eyes flew towards the baby monitor on the corner of the counter next to the sink. The light was still on, but neither of us had heard a peep as Regan woke up and left her room.
“I’ll be right out,” I called to her, getting up and tossing my shirt over my head.
“She’s not even four yet,” Brandon grumbled as he stuffed his still hard cock into his pants. “She shouldn’t be able to sneak up on us so easily.”
“Regan might have your looks, but she’s light on her feet just like her mama.” I couldn’t help the pride in my tone, even considering what she’d stopped us from doing.
“If only she had better timing. It’s like the little cock-blocker knows exactly when to interrupt us,” he complained.
“Someone’s grouchy because he didn’t get to finish what he’d started,” I teased, in a great mood since I’d gotten a shower and an orgasm.
“Laugh now, kitten” he growled. “Because you’re the one who’s going to pay for it later.”
I was sure he meant it as a threat, but we both knew I’d more than enjoy whatever form of punishment he doled out later.
I was completely relaxed, leaning against Brandon’s side while I enjoyed a delicious slice of chocolate cake and a glass of wine. Anna and Nic were in much the same position across from us. We’d finished cleaning up from an impromptu barbeque in our backyard about ten minutes ago, and the children had raced off to play in the yard. Sophia sat in the grass near the play set, her legs crossed while she texted with friends on her cell phone. Regan and Niccolo Jr. were in a competition to see who could swing the highest, while Claire, Molly, and Natalia were busy pretending to cook in the play house.
“I forgot to tell you, the school called me about Niccolo this morning,” Nic told Anna. “Apparently, he gave another boy a black eye during recess.”
“My little boy hit someone?” she gasped, sounding horrified. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We should have talked to him about it before coming over for dinner and letting him play with Regan like nothing bad happened today.”
“Calm down, bellissima,” he murmured soothingly while stroking her back. “He had a good reason to hit the other kid.”
“What could another kindergartner do that possibly warranted getting a black eye?”
Nic’s gaze slid towards Brandon, and I braced myself for his answer at the hint of apprehension I saw there.
“He tried to steal a kiss from Regan.”
My husband’s body stiffened as Nic’s response sunk in. “Some little punk tried to kiss my baby girl?”
“Blackening his eye seems like an overreaction when they’re only in kindergarten,” Anna inserted.
Brandon glared at her while I tried to stifle a giggle. Nic ignored us all and continued with his story.
“Niccolo said she went down the slide before he did, but he was less than a minute behind her. While she was waiting for him, the other boy cornered her and demanded a kiss. When he saw what was happening, Niccolo pulled him away from her and socked him one, right in the face.”