Page 821 of One More Kiss

Trevor

When we arrivedat the townhouse, Liam and Eloise were still sleeping. I couldn't shake the thought that Victoria had orchestrated the events of past three days. She was Olivia's best friend, and the three of us started Pax together. My wife made her closest friend promise to always look after us.

She left Pax when Olivia left us, saying she couldn’t bear the thought of the place without her there, but she remained close to the children and me, keeping her promise to my wife.

Vic tried setting me up more than once over the years. About the time when Mrs. Bast retired she dropped the subject, much to my relief. Then she dropped the little goddess in my lap, not once but twice. Gaia carefully unbuckling the children’s seat belts, as I watched adoringly. Then she followed as Fredrick and I carried them inside. I realized that Victoria’s plan worked like a charm.

Liam woke up just long enough to be helped into superhero pajamas and Eloise insisted on sleeping in what she called her princess dress. They had their own rooms, of course, but since Mrs. Bast left, Liam had taken to sleeping in the spare bed in Eloise's room, to protect her, he insisted.

"Gaia, will you be here when we wake up tomorrow?" Eloise's green eyes blinked lazily, still heavy with exhaustion as she waited for a response. Gaia looked at me, and I nodded. If I had my way, she would never leave us again.

“Yes, Eloise. I’ll be here when you wake up tomorrow?”

“Oh. Good.” She yawned lazily, closed her eyes, then opened them again.

“Gaia, do you like waffles with chocolate chips?”

“I love waffles with chocolate chips.”

"Oh. Good. Gaia-“ she continued with a sleepy yawn.

“Alright, bug. It’s time for you to go to sleep.” I bent over and kissed her forehead. “You can ask Gaia all of the questions you want to tomorrow.”

“Ok, Daddy. Goodnight, Gaia. See you when I wake up tomorrow.”

"Goodnight, Eloise." Gaia and I said in unison. It felt so comfortable, so natural. We closed the door to the nursery, and I rounded on her, a grin spreading across my face.

“First things first.” I bent down, picked her up, tossed her over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carried her down the hall like a Viking sacking a conquered village. This was the moment I'd waited for since I saw her in that dress. If I was honest with myself, I wanted her since the moment she stepped into my office.

She looked nothing like the demure librarian type that timidly shuffled into my office looking for a job. The woman who stood before me was the image of the wild, untamed spirit I glimpsed as she was giving me a tongue-lashing before storming out of my house two days ago. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in chocolate-hued waves. Gone were the dark-rimmed glasses, that while they made me rock hard, they hid the long, thick dark lashes that framed her iridescent sapphire colored eyes and made them somehow brighter by contrast. She stared at me in a little black dress that hugged her small breasts and waist before flaring into a many-layered tulle skirt, like a ballerina. She towered in what couldn't have been less than four-inch black stilettos. It was like Edward Degas, and Gustav Klimt joined forces to paint a goddess, my little goddess.

My first thought when I had her to myself was to rip her out of that dress, bend her over, grab handfuls of those shiny auburn locks and slide myself into her waiting pussy over and over again until she collapsed with paroxysms of pleasure. I wanted her in every way I could get her, but this was my first time with her. She deserved to be worshipped like a diety.

There would be plenty of time for hard fucking as I planned to never let her out of my sight again. Her little body was so tight and eager, silently screaming to be touched. I knew that if I kissed her, I would never stop. Her first time with me needed to be special, gentle and loving, not a quick fuck against the wall of a public place so instead I gave her a tongue-lashing of my own. I couldn't stop thinking about the taste of her, the fragrant heat emanating from between her thighs, the feeling of her bucking and jerking as explored every inch of her nether regions with my tongue.

One last thought raced through my minds as I strode the length of the corridor with the little goddess slung over my shoulder like a pirate's treasure, if Miss Gaia Wesley thought she'd experienced pleasure in that secluded corridor of the art gallery, she hadn't seen anything yet.

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