Page 44 of Unexpectedly In Love

“Don’t be here when I get out or we might do something we both regret.”

As the door closes, I drag my hand down my face and I can’t help but question what I’m doing. Making my way to the shower, turn the tap on for cold. I need to cool down.

I feel miserable and hard. I should have fucked on my bed, make her come and be done with it.

Everything about her is driving me crazy, making me want every part of her. The way she is trying to provoke me to push me to the edge of insanity only make me want her fucking more. I still one to bend her over and thrust into her.

“It’s either sorcery or insanity” I mutter to myself as the cold-water splashes over my back. I walked back to the bedroom, closed the door and leaned on it.

“Fuck” I didn’t have to check to see if I was hard. Shit I feel like I could cut diamond with this thing.

Grasping my cock firmly I feel the warmth and weight in my hand. My body collapsed a little as lost my breath. I leaned forward, bracing my hand on the shower wall as I let the cold-water cascade down my back. My stroke is slow, back and forth, with a subtle twist at the top. My breathing was increasing, and my body was alive to every touch that I made at my cock.

“Shit. Uh, shit!” I muttered as I kept working my cock steadily. I clenched my eyes at I started to imagine the soft round curves of a woman’s ass, her slim waist, then I raise my eyes and I see those deep dark eyes.

Eyes I knew, eyes that were radiating pleasure, eyes that whispered, “Come for me, Eryx.”

I stroked harder and faster, fisting my cock to a new rhythm. My breath is caught in my throat, a tidal wave of tension and heat moves up my spine.

“FUCK!” I roared as I released, cum dropping on my thigh. I leaned into the wall and shuddered.

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Iadjust my cufflinks as I walk down the corridor, the early morning sun begins to seep through the glass windowpane. My dogs are sitting outside my son’s room, their faces attentive to the door.

Titus and Zeus stand as they see me, their cropped tails wagging. “Morning. What’s wrong?”

A small fussing noise catches my attention.

Opening the door, the smell of sweet baby powder and cocoa butter surrounds me. As I get near the white crib my son kicks his legs, his fists are tight, his eyes are closed. Zeus and Titus peep into the crib from the side.

“Sit,” I command. The two dogs sit still observing to ensure that everything was all right.

“Looks like someone is having a bad dream,” I murmur, passing my finger over his chubby cheeks.

“It’s going to be okay agóri mou (my boy). I won’t let anyone harm you.” Kai smiles in his sleep and he quiets down. He is the perfect combination of Anise and me. No one needed to tell me he was mine. He resembles me when I was a child only with African American features. A cute flat nose, bright beautiful dark eyes. He has his mother’s volume of hair with my dark curls. Kai was definitely a Demopoulos. I pull the blue blanket over his shoulders, and he sighs with contentment. My son, I have a boy who would not only carry on my legacy but also his grandfather’s. I have a son. As I gaze around the room I realized this is the first time I ever entered. Anise has been with Kai all the time, or he is with her sisters. Slipping my hand into my pockets I did a slow 360 in the room.

Anise did an excellent job decorating this room. The walls are light blue with hand painted white fluffy clouds. A hot balloon holding elephants and a tiger float happily in the midst of the clouds. It’s perfect… for my son.

Kai Andreas Demopoulos, I inspect his crib one more time to make sure he was okay.

“Downstairs, boys.” My dogs take one last peek to make sure Kai was okay and then they exit.

Leaving his room only reinforces the fact that I need to attain more power to carry on my legacy and to protect my family. A family? Well, a temporary at least but a family, nonetheless.

Entering the office as expected Khaos is already sitting in the chair waiting for me. Patient, smart, with a killer instinct my cousin has proven himself to be an asset.

“Kaliméra, Khaos,” I make my way around my desk and sit. Starting the computer up I notice that my cousin has yet to answer.

“What is it?” I ask.

He sips his coffee. “It’s 7:45 a.m., and the house has no music blasting. Is she alive?”

I chuckle thinking about what happened this morning. “Yes, she is. That music problem has been averted.”

My cousin quirks his brows and smirks.

“What?” I know that look.

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