Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Yeah, she’s trying. Half succeeding. But when the babies come, they will be the most important thing in our life. Nothing will come before them.
My mind wanders. Could we move out of the city? Would Ava consider that? I don’t want to raise our kids in this chaos. I want green land, clean air.
And sanity.
42
I feel her naked warmth all over my front, her soft boobs and belly pressed tight. I hum, happy, the peaceful sense of half slumber too glorious to leave just yet. Her soft voice in the distance is encouraging me to wake up. My dick hears her too, and my hands skate down her bare back to her bottom, my palms cupping her cheeks. Her breath on my face tells me her mouth is close. “If I open my eyes, I’m going to see big chocolate fuck-me ones, aren’t I?”
“No, you’re going to see big, wide, disturbed ones. Open your eyes.”
I squint, peeking at her. She’s right. Her eyes are, indeed, wide and worried. Then she flicks her head, and I catch sight of her problem. My dear, old housekeeper is standing at the foot of the couch, her face silently amused. “Oh,” I murmur. “Morning, Cathy.”
“You too love birds need to buy some pajamas.” Pajamas? Not a chance. “Or at least keep your underwear on.” Nope. “I’ll be in the kitchen preparing breakfast.”
I laugh, feeling Ava’s mortification. “Morning, baby.” Now Cathy’s not got direct line of sight to between my legs, I open them, getting Ava nestled comfortably. “Let me see your face.”
She burrows deeper into my neck, trying to disappear.
“She’s all bashful.” While I’m not. Cathy’s copped a load of my fine form more than is acceptable for a housekeeper. “Shall we get you upstairs?”
“Yes.” Ava pushes herself up and looks around, as I use my stomach muscles to lift and peek over the top of the couch to the kitchen. Ava snorts, laughing loudly, all embarrassment lost.
“What’s tickled you?”
“You look like a meerkat.” She collapses to her back and pulls her bra into place, semi gaining her dignity. “Wind your neck in.” She snorts.
What the hell is she talking about? I fight my legs free from under hers and gather her up from the couch, lifting her onto my shoulder. “Where I’m from, that means something entirely different,” I say, giving her bum a sharp slap as I carry her up the stairs, smiling, remembering last night. It was the perfect end to a shitty day. But today is a new day. “It is you who needs to be doing the winding.”
“I know what it means,” she says, sighing. “I was being ironic. And there will be no winding of necks here.”
“A man can live in hope.” I carry her into the bathroom and put her down, turning the shower on. “There. In you get.”
“I hope you’re going to lock your office door now.”
“Only for our eyes, baby.” I laugh, although Cathy’s not a prude. “I have a key and I’ve hidden one among the piles of lace in your underwear drawer, okay?”
Her eyes darken, a certain sign of mischief appearing. My semi-hard-on is in her hand a second later. “Ava,” I whisper, wondering why she’s not yet flown into a flat-out panic over the time. Surely she’s realized that with Cathy’s arrival, it’s close to eight, which means she’s late for work. Maybe she doesn’t care? I withdraw, if only to test my theory, but rather than escape, I get a long, firm stroke of her hand down my shaft, bringing it to full hardness. Fuck. I slap my hands on my cheeks, hiding from the temptress’s inviting gaze. “If I don’t take you now,” I say, “my cock is going to be aching all day long.”
“Take me.”
Oh? She’d rather morning sex than getting to work on time? She might get fired at this rate. I lower my hand as she steps into me, her head tilted, her smile small and demure. Take me. That’s a demand. “Oh, I will.” I lift her and sit her on the vanity unit, and a whole heap of memories flood my mind. Look at us then. Look at us now. “You can’t escape now,” I whisper, trapping her with my arms braced either side.
“I don’t want to,” she replies easily.
“Good.” I kiss her gently, my body temperature rising. “I like your dress.”
“I’m not wearing one, so we can’t lose it.”
“Fond memories?” I say quietly, breaking our kiss and looking at her closely. Mine.
“Very.” The lust in her voice, how I love it. “Can you pin me against the wall now?”
I move in slowly, extending the anticipation, breathing hard, eyes darting across her face, everything inside singing.
“Oh my God, no!” Cathy’s distraught yell hits my ears, stopping my mouth just shy of Ava’s. What the fuck?
I bolt out of the bathroom, grabbing some boxers off the chair, and race downstairs, my hand holding my dick to stop it swinging around. Cathy has her back against the door, like a human barricade pushing it shut, but there’s a foot wedged between the door and the frame stopping it. “Cathy,” I say, stepping into my boxers and pulling them up.