But I can’t. It will lead to more questions I can’t give him answers to.
Reluctantly, I ease from his embrace and out of the bed, which causes him to stir.
“Where’s my Angel going?”
I grin, watching him try to force his eyes to focus as he blinks them open.
“I’m no angel, Asher. You should stop calling me that.” I smile. “And I’m getting up to make breakfast and hope my sons don’t find you sneaking from my room.”
He sits up, the blankets pooling around his waist to reveal the sculpted chest and abs I’d been pressed to only moments ago. His tanned skin and dark tattoos stand out against my stark white sheets, and even though his hair is a tussled mess, he still looks fierce. Especially with the healing bruises he came home with from the fight night at The Rough House.
“You areabsolutelyan angel,” he argues, his voice a husky rasp from sleep. “Therefore, I won’t stop calling you that.”
I roll my eyes, spinning on my heels to head to the bathroom. The rustle of the sheets is my only warning before Asher’s strong arm wraps around my middle, before he hauls me back against the hard lines of his chest.
“Can I have you for breakfast?” His breath is hot against my ear before he sucks the lobe between his lips, and a shiver of excitement rolls up my spine.
“Yes,” I whisper, arching my neck as he peppers kisses down it. “As soon as the twins head back to campus.”
His lips freeze on the column of my neck. “I’ll be ravenous by then,” he whines and I grin, tugging myself free and shooting him a flirty look over my shoulder.
“I do hope so.”
Quickly moving to shut the bathroom door, I suppress my squeal when I see him lunge for it, and I manage to get it closed and locked just in time.
“You don’t play fair… Mummy.”
My mouth drops open in exasperation at hearing him call me that again, and I desperately want to haul the door open and tell him what for, but my brain kicks in, reminding me that’s most likely what he wants.
So, I turn the tables.
“That’s right,little boy. I don’t.”
“Wha—” he whisper-yells. “Uh-uh. No fucking way are you calling me little boy.”
“What’s wrong? Not sexy enough for you?” I giggle, and he curses under his breath.
A faint thump on the door sounds like it’s his forehead, and I can imagine him glaring daggers at the panel of wood separating us.
“Touché, Ms Bennett.” He chuckles quietly, and I back away from the door, feeling victorious.
That should stop him from calling me Mummy again.
Taking a quick shower, I rush through getting ready, finding my bedroom empty when I return. The door is still locked, so I go to the window and find it unlocked.
Shit, Asher…I lock the window he obviously escaped through again, and I look out across the street at the Sullivan house, wondering if they noticed a young, tattooed man climbing in and out of my window.
I bloody hope not.
When I go out to the living area, I find Asher already washed, dressed, wearing a shirt this time, sitting at the kitchen counter scrolling on his phone.
His whisky gaze meets mine, and before I can say anything, he gestures his head towards the staircase.
“Twins have just risen.”
Biting back my flirty smile, I give him a nod and notice him doing the same.
Jesus, we are going to struggle to hide this. I can just feel it.
