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“You can wear mine, or Tala’s, or even Emily has stuff at the house.”

“I need a toothbrush, shampoo—”

“I have toiletries at my home, Channing.” I am not going to be able to drop her at her house and drive away. I want to peel that sundress off her body with my teeth.

“I—” She’s thinking of another excuse. “Tomorrow I need to work, I skipped today.”

“That’s tomorrow, I’ll take you to work in the morning. Stay with me tonight, Channing. Please.” I give her my best begging eyes.

“Fine, but I need to be up early. So we need to sleep, at least a little.” Her cheeks flush, and her eyes shine. She’s going to kill me with those fuck-me eyes.

“I can’t make those kinds of promises, Channing. I do think we need to leave though.” I lean closer, move her hair out the way so I can whisper right in her ear, “Before I get us kicked out.” My hand is now under her dress, teasing her through the lace panties I watched her put on this morning. Her eyes go wide, and she tries to push my hand away.

“Kalon. No, people are looking.”

“Then let’s go, or we could give them a show.”

“I think watching us all day has been enough entertainment for them,” she says. Giving me a naughty smile, she adds, “Let’s go.” I’m very happy she’s run out of excuses.

I don’t know if it’s because it has been so long for me, but sex with Channing is unfuckingbelievable. I can’t get enough, and I don’t ever want to stop. I almost took her in the elevator on the way up to my penthouse. But I know there’s cameras in there, and I don’t want some security guy in a dark room watching us. The HOA might have something to say about it too.

The door is barely closed behind us and I already have her dress off, that flirty little scrap of fabric that has taunted me all day.

Her mouth seeks mine, and I’m happy to oblige. Even her kisses are a drug. Her hands find purchase on my shoulders, and she stands on the tips of her toes to get closer, her breasts rubbing against my chest. She lifts my shirt over my head; I unclasp her bra and immediately suck a nipple into my mouth. She mewls, and fumbles with my pants. I take them off, and watch as she walks backward towards the sofa.

“No bedroom?” I ask, teasing her. She shakes her head, and waits for me to join her. “Turn around, and get on your knees.” Her eyes light up, her entire body covered in a blush. She’s aroused, and it makes me lick my lips because I know exactly what she tastes like. Her plump ass is in the air, and I’m tempted to take a bite, but she wiggles, letting me know she’s impatient. Thank God no one will be able to see us, not from this height, and not if they happen to be looking at my penthouse. She glances at me from over her shoulder, and bites her lip. That damn lip.

“Condom?” I have to ask, not because I’m worried about me, but because I want her to feel comfortable.

“No,” she replies, surprising me. “I want to feel you without one.” Well then, if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I kneel behind her, grateful the sofa is extra-large so it fits both of us. I reach between her legs while I kiss her. She’s wet, so fucking wet, and that makes my dick impossibly hard.

“Whatever you want, Channing.” I’m averse to terms of endearment like baby or babe. And I like the way her name sounds falling from my lips. She spreads her thighs, and I almost go off the minute she reaches for my dick and rubs herself on me. She’s taking what she wants, and there’s very few things I find sexier.

“Take me,” she whispers, just loud enough for me to hear. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my now sweaty chest, and she guides me inside her. Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I kiss her neck, sliding in, and out, in and out. Savoring her. She pinches her nipples, lets out a shaky breath. I thrust harder, making her breasts bounce. “Yes, harder,” she begs. My hips move of their own volition, moving faster, and harder. Channing falls forward, gripping the back of the sofa until her knuckles are white. I slide my hand from her navel, down to where I can feel myself sliding in and out, and Jesus fuck, I can feel how her body opens to accommodate my length. Fuck my life, that’s hot. “Please,” Channing begs, “I’m almost there.” If I fuck her any harder, she’ll be bruised. But I want to see her come again, she’s so exquisite when she rides that wave of euphoria. My balls slap against her, and I grab her hips. I’ve never known sex like this before, so rough and so primal. Maybe because I haven’t been with a woman who can handle this side of me. A woman won’t always tell you what she wants, which is why Channing is surprising. Channing is vocal, loud, and unashamed to be herself, and asks for what she needs from me as a lover. Because that’s what I am. Her lover. And I want to please her in every way imaginable. She drops her hips, and starts moving with me until we’re in a rhythm. Her heart is beating in time with mine, and she grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze. Yes. This is what I like, what I want, and just as I give Channing what she needs, she gives me what I need.

“Jesus! Dad,” Lycan’s voice booms, and I stop mid thrust. I can see the horror on Channing’s face as she looks over her shoulder back at me. Her eyes wide as she mouths ‘what the fuck.’ I am torn between wanting to finish — because I am so close, and killing them for ruining this. But her body language speaks loud and clear. Shifting so she’s blocked from their view, I lean down and grab my shirt off the floor and cover her.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and turn now to my very drunk sons who obviously forgot they weren’t supposed to come home tonight. Making sure that my body is blocking her from them, I give them a death stare. “What are you doing here? Your sister said you were staying in the city.”

“Shit.” Fallon laughs and turns his back. My nakedness makes them uncomfortable. I have always been conservative about this sort of thing around my children, so this is a shock for all of us. “Sorry, Dad.”

“Get out.” I point at them, the anger in my tone making it clear they need to go to their side of this house and fast. “And stay the fuck in your rooms. If you puke — you clean. We’ll have a talk in the morning.” They scuttle away. Their childish drunken laughter only making me angrier. When I turn around, Channing looks like a deer in headlights, and the mood has definitely been murdered by the interruption. I know that the moment is over, no matter what my cock says. She’s mortified. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She’s self-consciously pulling at my shirt, trying to cover herself up. I know it’s not okay, not for her. Channing isn’t comfortable with the fact that I have kids. Bending down, I pick her up; she looks as if she might cry.

“Come, let’s go to bed.”

“Maybe I should just go, if your kids are here,” she says, hiding her face from me.

“You don’t need to go, Channing. They’re grown, and it’s not an issue.”

“It is for me.” There it is — my kids are going to be a problem for her. It’s been one of the reasons I never dated. No one is okay with triplets, and they all avoid baggage.

“I have kids, Channing, if we’re going to do this, whatever it is, then you have to be okay with that. My children aren’t going anywhere.” I lie down on the bed beside her. “If the kids are a problem, then maybe we need to talk about it.”

“Maybe just no sleepovers here, if they’re around,” she says. “We can go to my place. I know you have kids, it’s just that I have never dated anyone with kids, never mind grown up kids.” She tries to move away so she doesn’t have to look at me. “It’s just awkward, I feel embarrassed. They know what we’re doing. They understand — and now they saw us!”

“Exactly, they’re grownups. It doesn’t matter,” I say, because a big part of me doesn’t want this to end. Not yet. It’s just beginning. “But if you’re more comfortable, then next time I’ll stay at your place.” She smiles, and I can’t help it. I kiss her. We were so not done, and I want to kiss her, and touch her, and fuck her until she moans my name again like she was earlier.