The kiss is intense. It’s powerful and deep and passionate, and it completely steals my breath and my thoughts away.
I gasp against his lips, and he wraps his hand around the back of my head to pull me even closer, wrapping his other arm around my waist to drag me across the sofa towards him.
My heart is beating a million miles an hour as I lift myself to crawl onto his lap.
Chapter11 - Simon
I slip my hand beneath her t-shirt as her lips move against mine.
She is impossibly soft beneath my touch. Her skin is like silk. My body is bursting with flames of need that want to lick at her and devour every inch of her.
My cock is rock hard against my pants, throbbing and aching to be inside her.
She raises herself onto her knees as I pull her closer. Excitement rushes through me as she begins to crawl onto my lap, straddling one leg over me.
I groan with pleasure as my thumb slips beneath the cotton bra she is wearing and plays over her rock-hard nipple. She moans against my lips, and I push my tongue into her mouth.
“Mommy is home!” I hear a squeal and footsteps running down the passage.
Both of us freeze.
Her eyes shoot wide with horror, and she springs off me in the blink of an eye.
I grab a throw pillow and place it over my lap just as the twins sprint into the room. Both of them leap straight onto her, smothering her with happy hugs.
“We missed you! Why did you go for so long?” Solenne complains.
I clear my throat and swallow hard, trying to pull myself together.
My body is still a raging furnace.
Standing up, I mutter, “I’m going to make a coffee. Do you want one?”
She throws me an awkward smile in between saying hi to the kids.
“Um, no thanks, I should get them back to bed.”
Selene stands, whisking the twins away. They are chatting in a rush about how much fun they had with me, and it makes me smile, but at the same time, I hate the fact that she is hurryingawayfrom me.
I don’t make coffee. I pour a whisky instead.
I wait in the living room, hopeful that she will come back down, but she doesn’t.
When I drain the last of my second whisky, I accept that she isn’t going to, and I stand up, disappointed, and carry myself to bed.
Over the next few days, Selene makes a point of avoiding me. It’s not even subtle. It’s so obvious that the twins even comment on it one morning over breakfast.
“Why is Mommy so quiet?” Arron asks, staring at his mother but speaking to me. She is so distracted with her thoughts that she doesn’t hear him.
“Selene?” I say her name loud enough to frighten her.
“Mm? Sorry? I didn’t hear you,” she says quickly.
“Why are you so quiet, Mommy?” Arron asks her this time.
“Mommy is mad at something,” Solenne answers with the innocence of a child, hitting the truth but not realizing how accurate it is.
“I’m not mad, baby, I’m just…”
