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They do. I had to explain that to him after she left. Sophie may need help because I’m gonna be Papa for a while.
Where is she?
She’s talkin’ to Briar. She’s gonna call you later about a meeting between Luciano Builders and Fowler Construction. After last night, everyone wants reassurances about the hotel and the housing. Her phone started blowing up at five.
I smiled.Give them a time on Friday, and they’ll wait to call.
Where are you headed now?
Home to shower. Then I’m comin’ here at six.
I have ten bathrooms,Killy thought.Jules and I counted them the day he arrived. You’re welcome to mine.
Am I?Hadn’t meant to wrangle an invitation to stay but there it was. Didn’t have anywhere else to be, and I would be counting the seconds to six.I can do that.
Killy stood then, rearranging Jules, whose little fingers were tangled in Killy’s curls at the base of his neck. I opened the glass door for him and then closed the oak door behind us, locking it and setting the alarm. I followed Killy to the master bedroom and listened as he found me clean clothes while I stripped down. He left the room then, and I got clean.
He’d given me swim trunks, and when I found him again, he and Jules were in the pool. Jules was happy to see me, which was good. I spent the afternoon getting to know him and his papa.
Jules was bright, funny, and loved to read. The boy talked about Alex and Rhys’ books on their tablet, and Killy told him he had those same books. Jules was thrilled when Killy told him he could have the tablet. After swimming, we ran furry in the back, played with Jules on his playground, and after, Jules was ready for supper, bath, and bed.
The afternoon went by faster than I expected. Killy took Jules for his bath, and I cleaned the kitchen.
“Walking On Sunshine” by Katrina & The Waves sounded through the speakers, and Killy danced into the den, lipsyncing. I laughed as he rounded the island and broke out in a step I’d never seen. He backed me up and then pulled me forward. We did the Lindy right there in the kitchen, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“You ready for your first lesson?” he asked when the song ended.
“I’ve already had my dance,” I shrugged.
“Oh, I’ve got moves you haven’t seen,” he said, and “Wanna Dance Tonight?” by Nadixion began; he danced away from me. This one was sexier, and he walked me through the steps, put his hands on my hips, and I leaned my back into his chest as we moved together. We ended up in the gamesroom, and he let me go to rack the balls on the pool table. He turned the sound down and gave me the first lesson on how to clear the table in two shots. He talked me through each time, and I tried five times but just couldn’t do it.
He racked the balls again, and I stopped him. “I’m not gonna get it.”
“You will,” he smiled. “It’s physics.”
Oh, I could think of other physics-related things I wanted to do. This wasn’t it.
He touched his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. “Zee-”
I kissed him then, smooshing our noses. How was this any fun? Why did people kiss?
He put his hand on my cheek and pulled away, that fiery gaze studying my face. “It’s a dance,” he murmured, angling his head. “Little nips,” he whispered as his lips claimed mine again. I sighed, and his tongue took that as an invitation. He tasted like spearmint, and his fingertips were doing wild things to my back. His hands were under my shirt, and the rough pads felt wicked as they scraped skin. His touch was light but distracting,and I wanted more. He flattened his hands then, his palms were warm against my flesh, and I was lost in the senstations. When I drew away, he was lying on the table; I was above him, cradled between his thighs.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
“I’m not,” he winked. “You want that striptease now or later?”
The cock pressing into my hip suggested the show would be perfect, but I didn’t want to watch. I wanted to burn. My fingers slid into the joggers he’d changed into before supper, and he banged his head when I wrapped them around his hot, hard flesh. He lifted his hips when I pulled the cotton down, and I licked my lips. Seeing him shower wasn’t the same as seeing it erect. I ran my tongue from base to tip, and his breath caught. He didn’t exhale until I sucked the head into my mouth. He counted spaces to the sofa and dropped the lube on his stomach. He pushed my head down gently, and I took him in my mouth again. He urged my fingers towards his hole, and I grabbed the lube. We weren’t going to talk about it. We were doing it.
I sucked while I lubed my fingers and rubbed the tip around that pucker before pushing it in slowly. His breath caught again, and his ass tightened. He relaxed, and I slid out and back in again, amazed at how tight it was and how different it felt without gloves. I pushed the second finger in, and he began to move.
“Hmm, fuck me, Zee,” he whispered.
I eased my joggers down one-handed and used more lube on him and me before I pushed into him.
The sensations were strange, and I was trying to adjust when he wrapped one leg around me. “Move,” he hissed.
I pumped in and out then, watching his face to see if he liked it. This was a completely different experience than The Den. They moaned like they wanted it, talked about how big my cock was, and I tuned them out to cum.
