“Is that so?” He raised his brow and rolled us so he was on top of me.
With his arms bracketing my head and his body pressed to mine, the ache within me grew to unbearable levels. I arched my hips, needing to feel him against me, within me.
“Yes.” I nodded, feeling less certain of my answer.
“So, it’s my fault that your eyes are captivating?” He brushed his lips against the corners of my eyes, tracing the side of my face with his nose, nuzzling me.
“Yep.” I warmed from his compliment, and the way he touched me with such reverence.
“And it’s my fault that your lips are so gorgeous, I can’t decide whether I’d rather kiss you or see them wrapped around my cock?”
“Uh-huh,” I sighed as he moved down my body, dragging his long, hard cock against my inner thigh.
“I also suppose it’s my fault that you have the most perfect tits,” he said, using his nose to trace the outer edge of one, then the other. “And the most gorgeous nipples.” He sucked one into his mouth, and I bucked my hips.
“That’s, um… Yes, that’s right.” At this point, I wasn’t even sure I knew what he’d asked me.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling across my belly as he continued his southward exploration.
“And, again, it’s my fault…” I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel his breath on my skin as he hovered over the apex of my thighs. “It’s my fault that your pussy tastes even better than it looks.”
“Exactly,” I sighed, clutching the sheets as he began to lick and suck my clit. I could feel the orgasm building quickly, barreling toward me like a freight train.
“Mommy,” Sophia called. “Mom,” she said, dragging out the vowel.
My eyes snapped open, and I glanced at the door to confirm it was locked. Preston had frozen beneath the covers, but I sprung to action, casting them aside.
“You have to get out of here,” I whisper-hissed.
My heart was racing, and I scrambled to find my robe, a shirt, anything to put on that wasn’t his.
“Coming,” I called to Sophia, yanking a shirt over my head and trying to smooth my hair.
The doorknob rattled, and I shoved Preston toward the balcony overlooking the pool. “Go.”
I glanced toward the balcony to confirm that Preston was out of sight. Then I sucked in a deep breath and opened the door. “Good morning, sweetie.”
She walked into the room. “Have you seen Preston? I knocked on his door, but he didn’t answer.”
“It’s his day off, baby. He doesn’t have to answer.”
“I know, but I was hoping he’d go to Juliana’s office with us today. Is that okay?” she asked, as if the idea suddenly occurred to her.
“Of course,” I said, ruffling her hair. “I think that’s very sweet. Still, he might already have other plans.”
What I didn’t say was that he might not want to be involved in the over-the-top party-planning session we had scheduled. We were supposed to meet with my friend, and party planner to the stars, Juliana. The invitations had been ordered, but we needed to discuss decorations, the menu, and the cake.
Sophia glanced toward the open balcony doors and frowned. I turned to follow her gaze, relieved when I saw nothing but the flutter of white curtains and the view of the yard beyond.
“Mommy…” She tilted her head to the side. “Why was the door locked?”
I never locked the door, never had reason to. Until now.
“I, um, must have done it by accident.” I hated lying, especially to my daughter. But for the time being, this was how it had to be.
I knew it was a mistake to let Preston sleep here, but I hadn’t been able to help myself. Not after how sweet he’d been with Sophia. More than anything, though, I just wanted to know what it would be like to fall asleep in his arms. To spend all night with him.
“Oh. Okay.” She shrugged, seeming to accept my excuse.
