Christ. His lips are so full, they practically bounce off my cheek.
That simple kiss does wonders. It calms me. Takes me out of my head and brings me right back to this glorious moment. It brings me back to us…just us.
My daughter doesn’t need to know. Nobody does. Not yet… maybe not ever.
With my heart rate finally settling down and breathing under better control, I exhale all of my worries and brush my lips softly across his.
“Shower?” I brazenly suggest, deciding to live in the moment.
“Mmm,” he hums against my mouth. “Want to join me? Or watch me?”
He swipes his tongue across my lips.
Oh yeah, I’m definitely joining him.
3
ALEX
“Shit! I forgot about the coffee.”Elijah grins, walking into the kitchen as I lean against the counter, mug pressed to my lips.
I smile over the rim as his eyes sparkle with mischief, taking a lazy tour down my body where blue plaid lounge pants hang loosely on my hips.
“You look sexy in my pants,” he says, stepping up to the counter. He takes the mug from my hand, setting it aside, then wraps his arms around my waist, pressing his body flush against mine. I feel him inhale the scent of his soap on my skin. “And fuck… you smell so good.” He breathes against my skin, his erection pushing into my hip.
Looking all sorts of sexy with his hair still damp and tousled from our shower, I reach up and cradle his face, slowly tracing his jawline before sliding my fingers through his thick hair. I pull him closer, cover his mouth with mine, and suck on his generous lips. Moaning, he parts them and pushes his tongue through my lips, triggering a moan from somewhere deep in my chest to match his.
“Daddy?”
What thefuck?
My eyes fly open. Every nerve in my body locks up, frozen solid in Elijah’s arms. My tongue goes still in the heat of his mouth, like it just forgot what it was doing. If he weren’t still holding me, I swear I would’ve collapsed to the floor.
He keeps me steady for a moment, as if making sure I won’t fall apart—physically, at least. Once satisfied, he releases me with casual ease and turns toward the voice.
“Hi, baby,” he says, a calm smile spreading across his handsome face.
Like this is perfectly normal. Like this happensevery damn day.
“I didn’t realize you were home, sweetheart,” he adds, strolling over to her without a hint of panic.
Ana.
OhJesus.
She’s standing there in silky pajamas that cling to her narrow frame, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders like something out of a shampoo commercial. She glances in my direction and offers a shy, almost apologetic smile.
I can’t speak. My mouth refuses to move—flat outrefuses.I can’t even begin to wrap my head around what I’m seeing, let alone find any fucking words.
Elijah brushes a hand over her shoulder and asks, all casual, “Where’s Emilee?”
Oh. My.God.
This cannot be happening.
Her shimmering eyes flick from me back to her father.
“She’s staying with her aunt in Connecticut for the weekend,” Ana says, voice light, airy. “So I came home from school. We’re going to hang out when she gets back on Sunday.”
