Page 192 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

“They’re almost identical apartments, with the same number of rooms and square footage,” George pointed out. “And we’ve been meaning to do some redecorating in any case, including adding a room to display a few more of my engines. Why don’t we just max out the number of movers and swap apartments?”

Fortunately for them, Rainer had gone for the idea.

It took a crew of two dozen moving men three days to shift their belongings the few dozen feet that separated their apartments.

If the movers thought they were crazy, swapping between two almost identical apartments, they kept their thoughts to themselves.

Georgia now had an entire room filled with pedestals to display her growing collection of car-related artifacts. This included two engines, over a dozen hood ornaments, and something she called the greatest innovation in carburetors the world had ever seen.

Meanwhile, Garrett and Emma had decided to knock down the wall between Stella’s room and the extra bedroom next door, using a broad arch to delineate the two spaces. The side room would serve as a playroom now and a study area when she grew older.

The other two bedrooms down the hall were kept in reserve for a possible future nursery at Emma’s insistence.

She was determined to have at least one more child. Garrett wanted one too, but he was determined to go the surrogacy route, to avoid additional stress on Emma’s body. However, she was equally determined to carry the child herself—which was why he was content to put the thing off.

But they kept the rooms available, just in case.

Despite keeping the penthouse as their primary residence, Garrett found he couldn’t let go of the idea of giving Stella a yard. That was why they had just closed escrow on a spacious three-story house in Del Mar with a big walled-off garden and a private staircase down to the beach.

So far, they had only spent one weekend there, but he’d taken a thousand pictures of his girl’s first beach day—the first one Emma remembered.

Garrett and Stella had built a sandcastle in front of thesurf before climbing up the stairs to wash up and eat burgers. They grilled them on the sunny deck overlooking the water.

But the penthouse was still home. The only problem was that the sun came through at a different angle in the master bedroom first thing in the morning, one that woke them too early.

Rainer had used blackout curtains, but neither he nor Emma liked their view of the Pacific obstructed. That was why he was having a specialist come and install special UV contact paper compatible with their smart-glass windows and doors.

Until then, he pulled the navy Egyptian cotton sheets over his and Emma’s heads, making a private cave for the two of them.

He ran his hands over her backside, glorying in the silkiness of her skin before rolling over her like a wave.

“Someone wants a very good morning.” She giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Garrett gave her his most charming grin. He nuzzled her neck. “Yes, please.”

Emma ran her foot over the back of his calf. “Stella’s going to wake up any minute. Do you think we can finish in time?”

He stripped out of the pajama bottoms he wore in deference to having a five-year-old. He pulled down the sheets before settling between her rounded thighs. “I do love a challenge.”

His gorgeous wife smiled up at him, lingering drowsiness making the gesture slow and wanton. “Well, then step right up, challenger,” she said with another giggle. “I’ll have to think of a suitable prize if you win.”

He stretched out over his wife, his touch flagrantly possessive. “Oh, I already won.”

He ended up being grateful to the intrusive sun, which had woken them a full half hour ahead of schedule.

Garrett made the most of every minute, driving his luscious wife to a panting orgasm just before the alarm went off.

They dived into the shower together, returning to the bedroom just in time for Stella to poke her head inside, asking for breakfast.

Whistling a happy tune, he set the table while Emma got Stelladressed for her big day. The pair entered the room wearing matching sweater dresses and new UGG boots in deference to the dreary January weather.

Stella’s hair was in pigtails. She was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. But seeing her take Emma’s hand, the two of them walking toward him with such similar smiles—the sheer perfection of the moment knocked him flat.

“Did you start the coffee?” Emma asked.

When he could finally take a breath, he held up the freshly branded bag of Baby Bella Beans. “You mean the first batch of your special blend? Hell no, I wouldn’t dare.”

Rolling her eyes, Emma took the coffee from him, busying herself at the shiny professional-grade espresso machine while he fetched Stella her breakfast.

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