“When you accosted me at a pep rally.”
“Excuse me!” Harper slaps my chest. “I did not.”
“I mean, you were pretty forceful in getting through that group of women to get to me.”
“Well, what can I say.” She smiles. “When I see what I want, I go after it.”
“Same. And right now, all I want is you.”
Harper kisses me. “Right now, all I want is something to eat. As much as I love you, if we’re going to do this again?—”
“If? There’s no question. I want at least one more orgasm out of you tonight, Harper.” I kiss her and hop outof bed. “Stay put. I’ll grab us some snacks so the girls don’t wake up.”
Based on her reaction, she’s not paying attention to me at all. I grab the gray sweats I was wearing earlier and slip them on.
“I’ll be right back.” I wink at her as she grabs the TV remote.
“Hurry.” Her eyes are hungry for me.
I’m fast and quiet as I head downstairs. Checking on the girls, they’re sound asleep. I turn off the TV and lower the overhead lights so it’s not completely dark for them.
I grab a bag of chips, some veggies, and two waters for us before rushing back upstairs.
I don’t want to keep Harper waiting.
When I sneak back inside, she’s wearing my T-shirt and has an episode of Bluey on.
“Really? You’re watching this too?”
Harper is grinning like a fool at me. “Oh no. I turned the TV on and it was playing already.”
“That’s because the girls were watching it in here.”
“Were they?” Harper quirks a brow at me. “Or are you a secret Bluey fan and don’t let anyone know it?”
“Crap.”
“Oh my God. You do love this show!”
Setting the food down between us, I hand her a water. “Who doesn’t love this show? I had to see what happened when they thought they were moving.”
“Okay.” Harper opens the bag of carrots and crunches one in half. “Then why do the girls think you don’t like this show?”
I sigh, grabbing my own carrot. “If they knew, we’d never watch it. When I start liking their shows, they tell me they aren’t cool anymore and don’t want to watch them.”
Harpers laughs, covering her mouth. “They are going to be such a handful as teenagers.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“I’m really digging Daddy Marcus.”
“Oh my God, stop.”
“What? You don’t like it when I call youdaddy?”
I shake my head. “Not when the girls call me that.”
“This is going to be such good blackmail.”
