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She approached, wrapping her arms around me. “Fuck no. It still stands. And now that you’ve seen this very pink place, you've seen it all.”
“Your shrine, you mean?” I chuckled.
Chloe protested. “It's not a shrine. Just my room from days of yore.”
“I’m not judging. I’m sure we’ll do the same when Piper goes off to college.”
“We?” Chloe stepped closer. “Cole, is that a determination that you want to move in?”
“If Piper does, then, yes,” I said. “I will give her the option.”
“Cole, I’m not going to have you all living in the carriage house. Now, if Piper wants space and wants a super-cool teen life out there, I am not opposed, but that’s your domain.”
I gripped her waist. “We’ll figure it out. But since I just pulled my application with the apartment place and didn’t sign the lease, I think we’re stuck with you.”
“Oh, how ever will you survive, Cole? I hear your current landlady is a real bitch.”
I laughed. “I mean, she’s flashed me. A couple of times, actually.”
She giggled. “Stop it! It wasn’t intentional. Okay, the one time it was.”
I kissed her forehead. “Chloe, I would be so lucky to live with you in that big ass house, but I never want to intrude.”
She pulled my hand to her stomach, holding my palm tight against her bump. Her other hand thumbed my collar.
Eyes locked, she said. “Cole Hayward, you have intruded on my life in the best way. Our lives, really. I want to ride this next storm out with you. Just like I did the last one. I need that.”
She leaned in and kissed me. There in her childhood bedroom, all I wanted was more of this—more of her, more of feeling like an us, more unadulterated banter where she needled me. I kissed her, my free hand drifting through her blonde waves and pulling at the roots. Chloe gripped my shirt collar with both hands. Somehow, in the most inappropriate position, here we were.
“Chloe, we should stop,” I said.
“No one has ever fucked me here,” Chloe whispered. “And I am so mercilessly horny after running to New York for that agency meeting.”
As much as she’d worried about meeting her agent and publisher in New York, Chloe overcomplicated everything in her mind. In the end, her publisher agreed to move her release dates to give her time with the baby, if I agreed to participate in her social media announcement. It was no sweat to agree to some momentary mortification in a video if it meant Chloe would get more time home with our newborn.
She begged, “Cole, we haven’t done anything in weeks. Please, put me out of my misery!”
“But your parents are—”
“Downstairs and no one needs to know. I promise I’ll be quiet.”
“I doubt that very much, baby,” I chuckled. “But I can’t say no to you. That’s how we ended up in this position.”
Somehow, the emotion wrapped up in a future drove me to want her—even though I shouldn’t have. I slid my hand up he dress, met with a pair of thick tights and panties in the way.
I bit her earlobe and whispered, “Take these off, baby.”
“And if I don’t?” Chloe whispered defiantly.
“You’ll get a spanking,” I said, still swirling my fingers. “I want to get you wet.”
“It is a bit Fort Knox,” Chloe said, coming out of the moment. “Maternity clothes aren’t sexy.”
I move my hands to grip her ass. “Stop. You’re so fucking sexy. Just take these tights off.”
“Yes, daddy,” she finally agreed.
Chloe kicked her tights and panties off and hopped up on a corner writing desk while I closed and locked the door ever-so-gently. I returned to Chloe’s side and pulled her to the edge. Now, I could finally feel her. My fingers once more worked her clit.
