Page 106 of The Oscar Escape
He didn’t let up. Pressure built between her thighs. She arched her back. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her, drinking in each moan and breathy gasp. She disappeared into the secret slice of space made for the two of them. Her entire existence centered on this man and his fervent desire to make her body tremble. She was close. Her hardened nipples pierced her tank top. Her hot, wet core contracted. She rolled her hips. Chasing her release, she rode his hand and submitted to her carnal yearning. “Oscar!” she cried, flying over the edge, writhing as a rush of endorphins flooded her system. Teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, she bit her lip as he spoke her name.
“Aria, you’re what I want. You’re all I want. I’ll do anything—anything—to keep you safe.”
His words wrapped around her, permeating her soul and heightening her pleasure. Breathing hard, she stared into his eyes. Passion flashed in his gaze. And there was something else—something darker.
She touched his face. “What is it, Oscar? Do you want to tell me something?” she asked when a door slammed. That had to be Ivy.
“It’s breakfast time. Happy birthday, Aria! Wakey, wakey!” the child called, confirming her identity.
“What happened to knowing exactly how much time we have?” Aria whisper-shouted, frantically whipping on her jeans and sweater.
“I got distracted,” Oscar whisper-shouted back, zipping his hoodie.
“Aria, are you in bed with my brother?” Ivy called.
Aria’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
“Ivy wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” Oscar translated.
“Oh, okay.” She sat on top of the covers, legs out and her back pressed against the headboard like a doll. She glanced at Oscar, who mirrored her stiff posture. Did they look ridiculous? For sure. But it was a hell of a lot better than the little girl walking in on her in her lobster lingerie with Oscar’s hand between her thighs.
She smoothed her sweater. “I’m in bed with your brother fully dressed.”
“Are you ready to have your world rocked, Aria?” Ivy called.
“She already did,” Oscar murmured with a smirk.
Aria eyed the man, but she couldn’t help from laughing. She pressed her hand to her lips to stifle the sound. “Yes, I’m ready to have my world rocked. Come on in.”
The door swung open. The auburn-haired cutie beamed with a tray in her hands. Del stood a few feet behind the child, grinning ear to ear.
“We made chocolate chip birthday waffles and lobster scrambled eggs. But we didn’t use Clawdia Junior, the lobster. Del says nobody’s going to eat her, right, Del?”
“Uh-huh, Clawdia Junior gets to meet the conservationists today. They’ll make sure she has a good life.” Del’s phone rang. He checked the screen. “And that’s them now. I need to step outside and take this.”
Ivy set the tray on the bed. “What do you think, Ozzy Bear? Did I do a good job cooking? I made the waffles like you and Daddy taught me.”
Oscar plucked a waffle from the plate like a caveman and took a growly-bear bite. “Yum, delicious, Ives.”
Her braids swung from side to side as the girl scoffed. “Oscar, those are for Aria.”
“She’s my wife, so her waffles are my waffles,” the man teased and took another monster bite.
“Oh, no, no, no! These are my waffles.” Aria took what was left in his hand and popped it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the chocolaty goodness. “Your brother is right. These are delicious.”
The child clapped and did a darling happy dance. “Now try the eggs, Aria. I didn’t know you could make scrambled eggs with lobster, but Del said you could make anything with lobster—even ice cream.” The girl wrinkled her nose. “I told him I would never ever eat lobster ice cream.”
“That makes two of us.” Aria took a bite of the eggs, pleasantly surprised. “I think I’m a fan of lobster scrambled eggs.” She handed the fork to Oscar so he could try them.
“Not bad. Not bad at all,” he said, taking another bite.
“This is the best birthday breakfast ever.” Aria patted the space on the bed between herself and Oscar. “Join us. Let’s birthday cuddle.”
The little girl climbed toward them and plunked down. She touched the tray and blushed. “There’s something under the plate.”
“Is this a birthday present?” Aria asked softly, spying the two items wrapped in red tissue.
Ivy nodded. “I made it at school, and then my mom helped me make it extra special after you told us you got married. You each get one. Oscar gets his birthday present early.”
