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‘Nearly,’ Orla cries as Owen appears from his bedroom wearing spiderman pjs and clutching his teddy.

I grab a throw from my bedroom and head to the couch with the kids. It’s far from cold but I want to wrap it around me like a hug.

‘Snuggle in.’ I pat the space on either side of me and hit play on the TV remote. As the opening credits roll, Caelon appears. ‘Room for another one?’ He’s changed into a pair of grey, indecently decent sweatpants and a tight, white t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower.

‘Yessss!’ Owen squeals. You’d swear Caelon had offered him a triptoDisney, not towatchDisney.

Orla scoots up onto my knee to make room and Caelon slips into her spot right beside me. I lift the corner of the blanket, offering him some. He stares at me, his huge, bottomless orbs boring into mine. Just when I think he’sabout to shake his head, he shrugs and slips it over him. Owen dives onto his father’s lap, settling beneath the fleece throw.

I exhale a huge, contented breath. However satisfying this afternoon was, this sates another type of need in me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

IVY

The click of my door handle startles me awake. I lurch up in bed, clutching the bed clothes to my chest, half expecting to see one of the kids in the doorway, but it’s their utterly delectable-looking father. He’s wearing a navy fitted suit that sculpts his body like it was made for it and a white shirt, open at the neck. A chunky silver watch on his left wrist glints in the dim, early morning light.

‘What is it?’ I squint, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. ‘Are the kids okay?

We put them to bed together last night after the movie and Caelon excused himself to pack for his business trip while I opted for a long Epsom-salted soak in the clawfoot tub, half hoping he’d join me.

Sadly, he didn’t.

He stalks towards me with a predatory look and my stomach flips.

My boss looks every bit the billionaire CEO of an international chain of boutique hotels. Even without the designer suits and six-figure watch, he drips dominance. His sheer presence sucks the oxygen out of my lungs.

‘I spent the night fighting the urge to creep down the corridor to your room,’ he hisses. ‘Now I have a jet waiting to take me to Monaco for four days and I’m wondering why.’

‘Right. And there was me thinking something serious was up.’ I fling back the duvet in an unspoken invitation. I’m wearing the Victoria’s Secret nightie again, the one he couldn’t take his eyes off in the kitchen last week. I’m still sore from yesterday, but not as sore as I’ll feel if he leaves without getting us both off again.

‘So. Fucking. Sexy,’ he hisses, wrapping his strong hands around my slender ankles. I bite back a squeal as he yanks me down the bed until my ass is on the edge. My silk slip ruffles around my midriff, leaving me exposed.

He’s on his knees between my thighs before I’ve even properly opened my eyes. Hot palms press my knees wider apart and he buries his tongue in my centre.

‘Fuck.’ I arch off the bed, zinging sensations cascading in every direction.

‘Yes, we’re going to do that, too.’ I hear the smile in his voice. ‘But only when you’ve come on my fingers and face first.’

‘You should have done this to all the nannies,’ I pant, drowning in my pleasure. ‘None of them would have left. Fuck it. I’d work for you for free, even if you are a broody bastard.’

His low chuckle reverberates over my sex, eliciting another moan from my big mouth. ‘The other nannies didn’t drive me demented with lust.’

His lips roll over my clit as he sinks two fingers inside of me. He pumps and sucks and savours me like I’m his favourite snack. My legs tremble as my release looms like a skyscraper in the distance, big and bright and powerful. Everything pales in comparison. It’s all I can see. That, and the God-like creature on his knees for me.

Hot pleasure claims every inch of my body. Blood pounds through my ears and my breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues the assault with his mouth and tongue and fingers.

‘Come for me, Tranquil,’ he demands. ‘I want to turn your world upside down, the way you’ve done to mine.’

When he adds a third finger, I’m gone. My core clenches, pulsating as hot waves crash over me. My legs jerk and jolt, fingers scraping through his thick cropped hair as he pushes me all the way to my own self-indulgent heaven.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs when he finally finishes lapping at my core. ‘But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet. On your knees.’ He stands, unbuckling his belt as he crosses the room towards the balcony.

‘Where are you going?’ I flip on to my front like he demanded and raise my ass in the air, giving it an inviting wiggle.

‘Opening the curtains.’ As he yanks back the lilac velvet drapes, sunlight spills across the plush carpet. ‘I want to watch as I slam my cock into you.’ He slides open the glass doors and the scent of freshly cut grass floods the room.

He stalks towards me, discards his jacket on the floor and unbuttons his trousers, freeing himself. My mouth waters at the sight of his erection with its bulging veins. It’s powerful, demanding and fucking delectable.

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