Page 487 of One More Kiss

She waggles her brows as she licks the length of my shaft and begins pumping it. Fuck, she’s so good at knowing exactly what I like. I wrap my hand in her hair and fist it as she works me all the way to orgasm.

Reaching down, I grab her hand and pull her up. I press my mouth against hers and kiss her until both our lips are swollen. I clean both of us, taking my time as I wash and rinse her off.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I tell her along her ear as I inhale her fresh, sweet scent. “Perfect in every way.”

“That’s always a nice thing to hear after having baby spit-up and poop on your clothes all day,” she says, choking back a laugh.

I smile, turning her around so I can look into her eyes. Cupping her cheeks, I press one more soft kiss against her lips. “I couldn’t imagine life getting any better, baby. Starting a family and being truly happy is all that matters.”

“Look at you, smooth talker,” she teases, resting her lips against mine. “Guess my writing is starting to wear off on you.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I drawl, pulling back slightly. “Gorgeous brunettes who suck my cock like that…” I glance down, smirking, “…are my kryptonite.”

“I bet they are,” she says, laughing at the seriousness of my tone.

I lead her out and dry us both off. As I wrap a towel around my waist, I hear London stirring in his crib. Vada starts heading for the nursery when I stop her and pull her back.

“I’ll take this shift, babe. You get some sleep.” I kiss her on the cheek before walking the rest of the way to the nursery.

Before opening the door, I glance down the hall and see Oliver and Wilma snuggled up together. Oliver’s licking Wilma’s face, and Wilma’s purring loudly.

“Get a room you two,” I mock, rolling my eyes at how much they love each other. Once Vada confirmed she was moving in, we flew up to Chicago together so I could help her pack and arrange for all her things to get shipped down here. Oliver didn’t exactly warm up to me right away, which caused concern on how he’d react to Wilma.

Suffice it to say, he warmed up to Wilma much sooner.

After meeting Nora though, I could see why Oliver was hesitant about meeting new people. He was used to being around strong, hard-headed women and saw me as a threat. Eventually, we had a heart-to-heart and agreed to both be the men of the house.

Walking into the nursery, I peek in the crib and see London’s fussing and unraveling from his swaddle. I pick him up, check his diaper, and wrap him back up in his blanket before seating us in the rocking chair.

“Listen, little guy,” I begin, brushing my finger softly along his face. “Your mama hasn’t slept in five weeks, and I’m going to need her to be as refreshed as possible in about the next week or so, which means you have to start sleeping for a few hours at a time. Now, I’m not above bribery and negotiations, so you just tell me what you want. A playset? Jordan High-tops? A Mustang when you turn sixteen? I mean, you name it, and I’ll make it happen, okay? As long as you give me one hour alone with your mama. Well, let’s just say two.” I smile as he eyes me curiously as if I’ve lost my mind. “Do we have a deal?”

I press my finger to his little palm and high-five him.

“If I didn’t think that was the cutest thing I ever saw, I’d call you pathetic for trying to bribe our newborn baby so we can have sex.” Vada leans against the doorway, shaking her head at me and smiling.

“Not just any sex, though,” I defend, and her smile widens. “Postpartum sex, which means as soon as the doctor gives the thumbs up, I’m stripping off all your clothes.”

“We’re not having sex in the doctor’s office!” she warns.

“Babe…” I tease. “Never say never.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“C’mon. Think of all the good book inspiration.” I grin.

“You’re horrible,” she quips. She walks over to us and presses a gentle kiss on London’s head. “Your daddy is a bad influence for you.”

“Yes, but a good, bad influence,” I correct with a smile.

“For now.” She winks.

After getting London back to sleep and in his crib, Vada and I head into our room. “Are you writing tonight?” I ask, knowing she’s been gradually getting back to it.

“I think so. Olivia’s been sending me some juicy details,” she explains with a knowing grin.

“Really?”

“Yup. Apparently, the new author she’s assisting is forcing her to road trip with a new cover model across the country for a book tour.”

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