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Damn, she’s good.

“Alright, but I’m still keeping my phone close so if you need me…”

“Absolutely. We’ll have a good time, won’t we? Yes, we will.” She starts talking to Noelle as she buckles her into her little car seat. “We’ll go have fun and let momma have some time to herself, won’t we.”

My eyes sting and I have to turn my back in order not to make a fool of myself. Anita is the first person during all of this to ever call me Noelle’s momma. I shouldn’t get all teary-eyed over it but it’s a big deal to me. One more step to actually being able to keep her with me. I pull myself together and turn back around so I can kiss Noelle and give Anita a hug before they are gone, and I am left alone. For the first time in months.

I make my way up the stairs and into the master bedroom where so many of my things have been set up that it is starting to look like we’ve been here longer than we actually have. Stepping into the bathroom, which is bigger than my living room and kitchen in my old place, my point is driven home as my toiletries are everywhere in the room.

I make my way over to the bathtub and look at it with a healthy side-eye. I’ve been wanting to use it since we came here and I first saw it, but now that I have the chance to use it I’m a little intimidated by it. It has its own fireplace for fuck’s sake. I shake off the fear I might fuck something up and start filling the round porcelain full.

I add bath salts to make it smell good and step in. And sink down until everything but the top of my shoulders and head are below the water. Damn, this thing is deep. Noelle can swim in this like it’s her own personal pool until she’s at least twelve. The fireplace along with the sweet scent of flowers I added to my water has my imagination running wild. I can easily see how this would be so romantic. I lean back and think of a date night with candles and roses and the crackling of fire in the background. The mood would definitely be set for making love…if this were all real.

If I was really here because Nic was my fiancé, and all of this wasn’t a huge lie this would be one of the most romantic rooms in the whole penthouse. I sink further down and lean back so I can rest against the cold porcelain hoping it shocks me back to reality and out of my romantic musings. It wouldn’t be so bad to daydream a little while I have the chance. Would it?

I start thinking about what it would be like. What being with Nic would be like? Kissing him was... really nice. Feelings I’ve never had before hit me when our tongues touched and he explored my mouth. Thinking about it now makes my breasts grow heavy and I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the sensations coursing through me at just the memory.

And then my phone rings, jerking me out of my dreams and reminding me of my promise to Anita to keep my phone with me in case she needed me. Like a dummy, I left it in the bedroom. I sit up and slosh around the tub until I reach the side where the stairs to step up to the tub are so I can rush out.

“Shit! Shit, shit shit! I’m coming.” I'm aware they can’t hear me, but I say it anyway. I don’t even bother to grab the towel I laid out since I will more than likely be hopping right back in. I dart out of the bathroom…and run smack into a thick wall of bare chest and warm man.

Instead of going for my phone like I thought I would, I found Nic. And he found me. Completely naked, slick with water, and held captive in his very large arms that are wrapped around me tightly.

All I can do is look into his bright blue eyes and say the first words that go through my head, “Oh! My! God!”

Chapter Thirteen

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Nic

I step into the house and call out for my girls. “Girls!”

No one answered me back. I check all downstairs before I take my phone out to call Talia. I realize she might have left with my mom to do…whatever the hell it is girls need to do before a wedding or just to hang out together. I can’t believe how much I missed them today or how I instantly thought of them as ‘my girls’. Just like yesterday, I couldn’t wait to be home.

I hit call as I take the stairs and work my tie loose so I can take this damned shirt off and get into something more relaxing that Noelle will find softer and safer for her to put in her mouth because there aren’t so many buttons. I jerk the shirt off as I hear the phone I’m calling, ring on the bed and hear water slosh around in the bathtub.

“Shit! I’m coming.” I cock my eyebrow at the sound of the soft voice I have grown to love listening to say words I really want to hear coming from her mouth for very different reasons. I head toward the bathroom with the express idea of furthering Talia’s education when a warm, soft, wet body hits mine and a sweet ‘oh’ escapes from a sexy little mouth.

I have a whole hand full of very naked, very wet, Talia as our eyes meet, and reality sets in for both of us. The feel of her in my arms, her bare skin up against my own, goes straight to my cock making it stand to attention and has my balls aching something fierce.

“I…you…can you put me down?”

Can I? I don’t think I can.

I get to watch as her blush travels from her cheeks down over her neck and out across the tops of her breasts to the very tips of the soft raspberry-colored nipples. My fucking mouth starts to water, and I have to fight the urge to just pick her up and bring her closer to me so I can wrap my mouth around one. To find out if she tastes as good as she looks, of course. Her words finally sink in and I realize maybe I didn’t do such a good job controlling those urges as I first thought I had since she is dangling in my arms and those soft, round mounds are closer to where I want them to end up.

“I’m…I’m so sorry.”

“Angel,” I can hear how rough my voice is even to my own ears, “I’m the one who has you…I’m pretty sure I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“Your mom said it would be alright to use the tub.” She says it like she might be in trouble for being found naked and wet and she might not be too far off. She might be in trouble. Just not the kind I’m sure she’s thinking about. “She took Noelle so I could clean up.”

“Did she?” Well, fuck! It would seem Noelle isn’t here to save Talia from me either.

“Um…what are you doing?”

I’ve started to walk us back to the bathroom and Talia’s eyes have grown impossibly wide at the movement. “Taking you back to your bath.”

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