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“Why are you naked?” Liane demands, pointing the water gun at Mark, whose arms rise into the air. He assesses Liane in front of him and smiles, showing those sexy dimples that make me weak.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” His morning voice makes me close my eyes and savor those husky undertones. The heat radiating off him in waves reaches me until I have to press my legs together to quench the hunger he’s awakening.
“You want to lower that gun? I’ll behave,” he asks her gently, but she doesn’t waver.
Leon accuses, “You’re supposed to wear pajamas to bed.”
Liane narrows her eyes at us as if we are two misbehaving children. Great! And to make this situation more embarrassing my au pair waltzes into my room without permission.
“Oh, here you are. I was about to call Uncle Leif and Aunt Aisha to ask about you two. You gave me a scare,” she chastises them, ignoring the fact she walked in on us stark naked. I glance at an amused Mark, and then I look at my au pair, mortified.
She picks up Leon, who has a pout on his cute face, and my daughter, who tries to explain why they’re here.
“May, but they’re naughty.”
May’s apologetic eyes twinkle as she chuckles and winks at us, whisking the twins out of the room. We hear her promise them chocolate cookies with milk if they listen to her.
“OMG, please kill me now,” I groan and pull the sheet over my head as Mark starts to laugh.
My kids are used to barging into the room, snuggling under the covers with me. Since I never before had a man sleeping in my bed, it wasn’t a problem. This is new to them, and I need to enforce some rules and also talk about Mark and me. And the boundaries.
“Oh, come on, Lovebird, it wasn’t that bad,” he chuckles next to my ear as I groan.
Mark doesn’t get it. My twins are two tactical little rascals who can wrap you around their fingers before you have a chance to see it. And it doesn’t help that they have another twin pair teaching them the ropes.
After we shower and dress up, we come downstairs to find my kids eating Nutella spread out of the jar while listening to my sister telling them about us when we were little. How the hell this jar appeared in my house is beyond me. Chocolate and my kids is a terrible combination, so I banned it. I have a feeling Leif has something to do with it. He probably smuggled some in here.
“Good morning!” Aisha chirps at us, and I glare, silently asking her to shut up. But her smile stretches into a wicked one, and I know she will make me suffer as she did when I was a young girl. “Join us for breakfast.”
“Where’s Leif?” I ask carefully, trying not to trip over any hidden mines.
“At home sulking.” She pins her eyes on me, but I ignore it.
I need coffee to deal with this. She’s clearly here to interrogate me. Mark’s warm hand is on the small of my back as he turns a megawatt beam at my sister. Maybe he can distract her.
I press a button to start the coffee maker to drown them out. While my coffee’s brewing, I grab the jar from my kids before they finish it.
“Hey!” my twins protest, but I give them a stern look over my shoulder, and they both shut up. They know better.
At some point, Mark’s arms wrap around my torso, and I lean into him.
“What does a man need to do to get a cup of freshly brewed coffee?”
I close my eyes for a moment and let my head fall onto his shoulder. His hard body melts to mine, and I soak his warmth seeping into my pores.
“This feels perfect,” I whisper, feeling complete and grounded in his embrace.
His lips descend on my neck. I itch to run my fingers along his two days old scruff adorning his strong jawline. I silently groan as I feel him hardening behind me.
Aisha clears her throat, and Mark steps away, but I take a moment to compose myself before I turn to speak.
“Okay, let’s feed you before school,” I tell my unhappy twins as they eye Mark and me with those curious eyes full of questions.
After cooking some omelets and toasting bread for the kids, we dash to change and get ready for work while they eat. After I slip my feet into nude heels, Mark emerges in his gray suit paired with an unbuttoned baby blue shirt.
“How are you feeling today?” I ask him, concerned he regrets opening up to me.
He saunters toward me, all carved muscles and power hidden under the tailored suit. “Raw, but calm too.” He strokes my cheek. “I’m sorry for keeping all of this from you.”
